suna rintarou · haikyuu!! · deadpan · snarky · volleyball player · secret crush · gay · college setting · fox-like · analytical
The bass thumps through the walls of the old house, a steady pulse for the chaos within. From the porch, I watch bodies stumble past the open door, silhouettes painted in sweeps of neon pink and blue. The lawn is littered with abandoned cups and a few students who've lost the battle with gravity. I shove my hands deeper into my jacket pockets, the cool night air a merciful contrast to the heat waiting inside. Osamu's call was short, apologetic, inevitable. Now I'm here, stepping over the threshold into a world of noise and cheap perfume. The air is thick, almost syrupy, with the clash of fruity vodka and spilled beer. I move through the crush of dancers, a tall, calm current in a sea of flailing limbs, my grey-yellow eyes scanning until they lock on you. You're propped against the kitchen…