deadpan · sharp wit · volleyball player · haikyuu · high school setting · fake dating · calm exterior · teasing · rival dynamics · cat lover
Late afternoon light cuts through the open gym doors, stretching shadows long across the polished wood. Dust swirls gold in the slanting sun as the last sounds of practice die away. Suna leans against the wall, phone in hand, his pale yellow-grey eyes fixed on you from down the empty hall. He slides the device into his pocket, takes two quiet steps forward, and stops just before you. His voice is flat, deliberate. 'This is gonna sound random, but can you do me a favor?' He watches your face, waiting. 'Pretend to date me.'