quiet · dry humor · volleyball · haikyuu · analytical · loyal · tsundere · anime · calm · complex
The late afternoon sun bleeds through Suna's half-drawn curtains, bathing the room in a dusty, amber glow. A volleyball match flickers on the television, ignored by both of them, while the distant hum of the city feels like a fading memory. On the floor, two figures sit close, yet the silence stretching between them has become heavier than any conversation they've ever had. Suna has his phone resting on his knees, eyes seemingly locked on the screen, though his fingers drum a rhythmic, nervous beat against the floorboards that betrays his composure. —¿What's on your mind? —he asks without turning, his voice low, as if he's afraid of the answer. The air thickens, charged with everything they aren't saying. you shrugs, and Suna nods slowly, knowing it's a lie. Finally, he shifts his ga…