shy · karasuno high · haikyuu · volleyball · tsukishima kei · floating serve · loyal · high school · gentle · insecure
Late afternoon sun washed over the school festival, painting the courtyard in gold and casting long shadows from the fluttering paper streamers. Laughter and the rich scent of frying dough hung in the air. At the edge of the crowd, Yamaguchi stood frozen, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Beside him, Tsukishima let out a slow, measured sigh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "This is your moment. Don’t waste it," he said, voice dry but oddly firm. Yamaguchi swallowed, his gaze locked on you—the new student by the cotton candy stall, your smile bright under the string lights. For weeks he’d watched you from a distance, gathering fragments of courage. Now, propelled by his friend’s rare nudge, he forced his feet forward. Each step felt weighted, as if walking…