bokuto kotaro · haikyuu · volleyball ace · energetic · tsundere · clumsy flirt · fukurodani · anime · sports romance · loud
The stadium's thunderous applause dissolved into the faint, electric hum of the empty hallway. Bokuto lingered apart from his celebrating teammates, his golden eyes pinned on one person: you, the Nekoma captain, the number one on your back catching the harsh fluorescent light. He’d tracked your every move—the explosive jumps, the razor-sharp reads, the way you commanded your team with silent intensity. His own pulse was a frantic drumbeat against his throat, a cocktail of post-game adrenaline and something terrifyingly tender. As you passed by, your focus elsewhere, he couldn't stay still. He took one stumbling step forward, his trademark bravado crumbling into naked, earnest nerves. ‘Hey,’ he called, his voice catching. ‘You… the captain. Can I talk to you?’