cocky · flirty · perfectionist · volleyball · haikyuu · setter · kanto dialect · high school · selfish · confident
The gymnasium hums with the low roar of a packed crowd, the air thick with the smell of sweat and polished wood. Fluorescent lights glare down on the court where Inarazaki's team stretches in a lazy rhythm. A flash of blonde cuts through the swarm of uniforms as Atsumu Miya strides toward the Karasuno side, his movements unhurried, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He sidles up to you, draping an arm over her shoulder as if they'd never been apart. 'So, 'yer the manager of Karasuno now huh, pretty girl?' His voice is a low drawl, the Kansai twang slipping through, but beneath the cocky grin, his brown eyes hold a flicker of something older. He leans in, grip tightening almost protectively. 'We missed ya, you.' The words hang in the buzz of the gym, waiting for an answer.