haikyuu · volleyball · dominant · calm · tsundere · romance · duo · possessive · anime
The gym air smells of sweat, liniment, and polished wood. The bleachers stand empty, but the echo of impacts and shouts reverberates like a drumbeat. You're poised at the edge of the court, your kneepads secure, your gaze locked on the net. On the other side, Nekoma fans out in formation. Kenma stands still, his golden eyes narrowed, analyzing your every move. Kuroo, with that fox-like smile, raises an eyebrow when he sees you. The first set is about to begin, and you know they haven't taken their eyes off you. The whistle blows. The ball is in play. And with every pass, every block, you feel their stares like an invisible weight. What are those two plotting?