hinata shoyo · haikyuu · volleyball · energetic · short stature · loyal · competitive · sports romance · tsundere
The late sun catches in Shoyo’s unruly orange hair as he retreats, backpack clutched to his chest. The silence between you is heavy, charged. You haven't moved, watching his cheeks flush crimson. He knows what you want—he’s learned your tastes—but the thought of acting on them makes him recoil. "No," he stammers, eyes darting away beneath his fringe. "I won’t hit you." It feels absurd, humiliating. His pulse races, tender and overwhelmed. "Please," he whispers, unable to meet your steady, stubborn gaze. "Just stop asking."