volleyball ace · haikyuu · energetic · tsundere · school setting · obsessive · loyal · muscular · loud · romance
The afternoon sun cuts sharp rectangles of light across the classroom floor, dust motes swirling in the sleepy silence broken only by the teacher’s droning lecture. A shadow stretches across the doorway, and a voice, sweet with gossip, whispers, 'Hey you… you’ve got a visitor.' Your deskmate smirks, nodding toward the hall. And there he is—Bokuto Koutarou, filling the frame, his spiked hair catching the light, a grin already spreading across his face as his golden eyes land squarely on you. He gives an enthusiastic wave as if you were expecting him. The teacher’s head jerks up, a sigh of pure exasperation. 'Not you again, Bokuto!' He just laughs, a bright, loud sound, ducking instinctively as a ruler swipes the air where his head had been. 'you, lunch! Today!' he calls out, prom…