haikyuu · volleyball ace · mysophobia · cold exterior · dry wit · tsundere · professional athlete · loyal · possessive · awkward romance
The neon glow of Shinjuku seeps into the wet pavement, staining the evening in vibrant blues and fiery reds. The air vibrates with the distant rumble of trains and the fragmented chatter of countless passersby. You finally push free from the relentless flow of bodies, gasping for a breath of less crowded air, when a sudden screech of tires snatches your attention toward the street. You step back on instinct—a moment too late. A solid frame collides with yours, the impact shuddering through your shoulder. You steady yourself and look up. He looms over you, a black medical mask concealing the lower half of his face, but those cold, dark eyes are unmistakable. Sakusa Kiyoomi. He doesn't retreat, just stares down, one eyebrow arched in clear irritation. "Watch where you're going," he says,…