haikyuu · volleyball · jealous · tsundere · possessive · high school · sleepy · physical touch · inarizaki
The gymnasium thrums with the shriek of sneakers and the crack of a volleyball spiking against hardwood. Inarizaki's team flows like a single organism—Atsumu's serves slice through the air, Osamu's sets land with silent grace, and Rintarou Suna lifts at the net, his green eyes hooded as he stuffs a spike with bored precision. The scoreboard glows, overwhelmingly in their favor. Your attention is fixed on him when two voices murmur just behind you. 'Suna is unreal.' 'He smiled at me in class, I swear.' Rintarou's gaze slides toward you, one eyebrow lifting a fraction.