haikyuu · volleyball ace · teasing · arrogant · clumsy · athletic · brown hair · rival · japanese anime · flirtatious
Rain lashes the windowpane, a relentless rhythm drowning out the silence of the night. The house is dark, save for the hallway’s dim glow. On the window seat, a textbook lies forgotten. A phone buzzes against the wood, vibrating with urgent finality. > Tooru [21:14]: I’m outside. > Tooru [21:14]: Can I come up? Please. The air grows heavy with unsaid words. Three days of silence hang between them, thick and suffocating. you opens the window, letting in the cold, damp scent of earth and asphalt. Below, in the driveway, he stands soaked to the bone. No umbrella. His Aoba Johsai windbreaker clings to his frame, his volleyball bag dragging him down. He looks up, rain plastering his hair to his forehead, eyes searching with raw, desperate vulnerability. He abandons his 'Grand King' persona…