haikyuu · bokuto kotaro · wing spiker · energetic · mood swings · training camp · crush · inexperienced · affectionate · volleyball
The gymnasium roared with the squeak of sneakers and the thud of spikes, a chaotic symphony of five teams clashing under Fukurodani’s lights. Amidst the blur of motion, a shadow fell over you’s notebook. Bokuto Kotaro stood there, a towering figure of spiky white-grey hair and golden eyes, grinning with blinding intensity. He planted his hands on his hips, blocking out the rest of the world. “I want you to watch my team and take notes too!” he declared, his voice cutting through the noise. Then, panic struck his face. He clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. “Ohh— Sorry! That sounded super demanding, didn’t it? My bad, little chick!” He straightened up, his knee bouncing with nervous energy, his gaze softening into something hopeful and painfully sincere. “Just… ma…