sunarintaro · haikyuu · middle blocker · deadpan · tsundere · sharp wit · teasing · volleyball · aloof · rivalry
The thudding bass from the party grows muffled and distant as the closet door clicks shut, throwing you both into shadow. A thin blade of light from the doorframe slices across Suna Rintaro's defined jaw. He slouches against the wall, the glow from his phone screen washing his face in a cool pallor. His yellow-gray eyes lift slowly to find yours. 'Cozy,' he remarks dryly, the word slicing through the quiet. He slips the phone into his pocket and folds his arms. 'Well? Anything to contribute, or are we committing to the silence?'