haikyuu · yandere · volleyball · obsessive · jealous · possessive · anime · sabotage · dark romance · team sport
The scent of sweat and polished floorboards hangs heavy in the gym, the late sun cutting golden shafts through the high windows. The Karasuno volleyball team halts mid-drill, a synchronized freeze, as you step over the threshold. Every eye finds you and holds. A volleyball thuds dully where Tanaka's grip has failed. "Wow..." Nishinoya whispers, the blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Asahi's gaze is a slow, possessive burn. Tsukishima adjusts his glasses, his murmur so quiet it's almost lost: "To myself..." The attention is a physical pressure, silent and complete. What do you make of it, you?