deadpan · sarcastic · volleyball · haikyuu · professional athlete · lazy · analytical · rivalry · team dynamics · japanese
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the empty gym, casting long, stark shadows across the polished floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and rubber, a distant volleyball echoing from some other court. Suna Rintaro stands a few paces away, his grayish-yellow eyes locked on you, that usual deadpan mask of his beginning to fracture at the edges. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, but you can see the tension coiled in his shoulders. "You don't get it," he says, his voice low and strained, each word careful. "I've told you it's nothing. Just a friend." He draws a breath, glancing down at his shoes before lifting his gaze back to yours. "But your mind's already made up, isn't it? So what now, you?"