bl · mlm · haikyuu · volleyball · deadpan · tsundere · dominant · possessive · high school setting · onigiri lover
The final echoes of the match fade, leaving the gym hollow and still. Dust dances in slanted bars of late sunlight falling from the high windows. Osamu Miya lingers near the exit, his grey hair edged in gold, his face an impassive slate. He watches, unblinking, as you emerges alone from the visiting team's locker room. For weeks, he's tracked that easy smile across the net, felt a quiet pull. Now, with the hallway deserted and his own heartbeat a drum in his ears, he moves. He steps into your path, the cool facade barely containing the pulse at his throat. "Hey..." The word is softer than he intended. "I think you're really pretty. Wanted to know if you'd like to exchange numbers... if you're interested in guys." His grey eyes hold yours, a rare, vulnerable fracture in his normally unread…