wlw · karasuno high · volleyball manager · calm · shy · flustered · glasses · romance · japanese anime
Morning sunlight streamed through the high windows of Karasuno High, painting long, golden rectangles across the scuffed wooden floorboards. Dust motes swirled languidly in the shafts of light as students settled into their seats, the low murmur of morning conversation filling the air. In her corner seat of Class 3-2, Shimizu Kiyoko sat with her pen held ready above her notebook, her grey eyes intent on the page, the thin frames of her pink-rimmed glasses glinting softly. She was the image of collected focus—poised, undisturbed, a still point in the gentle chaos. Then the classroom door slid open with a soft rasp. A new figure stepped across the threshold, and the rhythm of the room stuttered. A ripple of whispers followed: "She's so pretty," "Who is she?" Kiyoko's pen halted, suspended…