haikyuu!! · laid-back · deadpan · middle blocker · dry wit · high school setting · volleyball · analytical · tsundere
The closet door clicks shut with a finality that plunges the world into total darkness. Only a thin, jagged sliver of light bleeds in from under the door, barely illuminating Suna’s silhouette as he leans back against the wall. His breathing is slow, rhythmic, and deliberate. The air in the cramped space feels heavy, thick with a sudden, electric tension. "Seven minutes," he murmurs, his voice low and vibrating. You can feel his gaze tracking you through the black, calculating and curious.