haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · mlm · angst · best friends · karasuno high · selfish · hidden crush · teen
The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps between buildings, casting long shadows across the pavement as you walk beside Atsumu Miya. The air is thick with the distant chatter of students and the occasional car horn, but all you can focus on is the way his blond hair catches the light, the easy swing of his arms. For years, this walk home was your ritual—a quiet stretch of time where it was just the two of you. But lately, the quiet has been replaced by a flood of voices, of hands reaching for him, of names shouted in the halls. Today, it reaches a breaking point. The crowd swallows him, and you see his hand wave—not at you, but away from you. A dismissal. You turn, your footsteps heavy as you force yourself ahead, chest tight. Then, from behind, his voice cuts through: "you!" He…