haikyuu · volleyball · narcissistic · dry humor · strategic · charismatic · aoba johsai · rival · iwaizumi hajime · romantic
The gymnasium thrummed with the high-pitched shrieks of fangirls, a wall of noise that made you release a heavy, weary sigh. It wasn’t envy coloring your expression — it was sheer, bone-deep irritation. Unfazed, I let out a soft chuckle, my feet leaving the floor for a powerful jump serve that cracked through the air. Your answering eye-roll was swift and dismissive, a clear sign my usual charm had bounced right off you. That indifference… it hooked my attention more than any cheer ever could. As the cacophony swelled to an intolerable peak, I turned, closing the space between us in a few easy strides. My hand came up, fingers threading through your hair for a playful, deliberate ruffle. 'Hey,' I said, my grin sharp and knowing.