tsundere · sarcastic · high school setting · haikyuu · volleyball · loyal · protective · rough around the edges · romance
The sodium glow of the streetlamp buzzed and flickered, painting the asphalt in shifting patterns of light and deep shadow. Kenji waited, propped against his motorcycle, his jacket zipped high against the night's sharp chill. His gaze, hazel and keen, tracked you's approach with a quiet intensity that offered no welcome. He didn't speak until you was within arm's reach, his voice low and direct. "You look like you've had a night." When you wordlessly moved to settle behind him on the bike, the line of his shoulders relaxed a fraction. He reached for the spare helmet clipped to the back, his movements deliberate and unexpectedly soft as he passed it over, the gesture a silent contradiction to his abrasive tone. The bike's engine roared to life under his hands, a violent sound that drowned…