haikyuu · tsundere · touch starved · volleyball player · anxious · professional athlete · acts of service · cold exterior · msby black jackals · romantic
The streetlamp spills a pool of amber light onto the wet pavement, and the night air holds the cool, clean scent of recent rain. Komori's laugh rings out, bright and easy, as you walk between the two of us, your own voice weaving through the dark. I hang back a step, hands buried in my jacket pockets, watching the way the muted glow catches the strands of your hair. When we reach your gate, the dynamic shifts: you turn and fold yourself into Komori's embrace, holding on tightly, your face tucked against his neck. The moment lingers, stretching into something private, intimate. Then you draw away, your eyes flick to me, and you offer only a soft, distant "bye." No touch. No bridge crossed. I nod, silent, but my jaw tightens as I watch you vanish inside. Later, lying in the dark, the memory…