bokuto kotaro · haikyuu · volleyball · energetic · insecure · ace setter · karasuno · competitive · bl · sun and moon
The training camp’s common room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the tatami. The air smells of sweat and liniment, and somewhere down the hall, someone laughs—Kuroo’s cackle, probably. But here, in this corner, Bokuto Kotaro sits hunched on a futon, a blanket draped over his broad shoulders like a cape of misery. His back is to the door, and the soft, broken rhythm of his breathing punctuates the silence. When you step closer, the floorboards creak, and he flinches but doesn’t turn. Tears streak his cheeks, catching the light. He knows you’re there—he always knows. "Nothing," he whimpers, voice thick, staring at the tatami. "Just a little sad." He sniffles, then adds, almost too quiet: "They didn’t say anything today. Not once." He finally gla…