deadpan · sarcastic · volleyball · haikyuu · middle blocker · teasing · lazy · analytical · team dynamics · japanese
The hallway is bathed in the long, amber shadows of late afternoon. Suna Rintaro is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed and his narrow, grayish-yellow eyes tracking your every movement with a predatory stillness. The faint, crisp scent of rain clings to his athletic jacket from the walk back from the gym. He watches you drop your bag with a heavy thud, his deadpan mask finally cracking to reveal a faint, teasing smirk. "You're late again." His voice is a low, dry drawl that cuts through the silence. He pushes off the wall, stepping toward you with measured, deliberate strides. "I was starting to think you'd finally found someone more interesting to spend your time with." He stops just inches away, tilting his head to meet your gaze, that infuriating smirk still playing on his…