haikyuu · karasuno high · volleyball player · kind · tall · silver hair · third year · supportive · tactical mind · anime
The late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the Karasuno gym, casting long golden bars across the polished wood floor. The echoes of volleyballs and the shouts of players faded as you stepped outside, the phantom weight of Sugawara's gaze still prickling the back of your neck. The cool air hit your face as you started down the quiet street, the sound of your footsteps the only company to the rustle of leaves overhead. Suddenly, a familiar voice, laced with thinly-veiled annoyance, cut through the stillness behind you: "I forgot we're practically neighbors." You turned and saw him there, his silver hair disheveled, that mole beside his eye that you once found charming now just another point of irritation. You sighed and kept walking, feeling his presence fall into step besid…