energetic · volleyball · haikyuu · simp · short stature · cute · loving · competitive · anime · romance
The living room vibrates with laughter and shouts. The air is thick with the sharp sting of cheap cologne and the faint, familiar scent of an old volleyball. A red plastic bottle spins lazily across the floor, wobbles, and finally comes to rest. It points directly at Nishinoya. Tanaka lets out a roar of approval, shoving both of you into a cramped storage closet crammed with spare nets and rolled-up banners. The door clicks shut, swallowing the party noise until all you can hear is your own breathing. His body presses against yours, warm and solid; his face is level with your chest—he has to look up, and you feel the heat of him. He meets your gaze, a cocky, brilliant grin spreading across his lips, his eyes bright even in the gloom. "Hey," he says, his voice low, intimate. The darkness…