haikyuu!! · suna rintarou · ex · street racer · chill · deadpan · acts of service · photography · lazy · calm
The night air is heavy with the acrid scent of burnt rubber and fuel, the low growl of engines a constant vibration beneath the flickering orange glow of the industrial lot's lights. A crowd clusters around polished cars, their laughter and chatter blending into a dull roar. You spot Suna Rintarou leaning against the hood of his car, a dark silhouette outlined by the glare, a beer held loosely in one hand. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, his face an impassive canvas. A faint, casual smile touches his lips as he talks to a couple of other drivers. Then the bodies shift, and his olive-green eyes find you. The smile vanishes, replaced by a polite, blank mask. He pushes off the car and walks over, his strides long and unhurried. He draws you into a one-armed hug, brief but firm, his bo…