haikyuu!! · volleyball ace · serious · protective · dry humor · tsundere · childhood friends · romantic comedy · jealous
The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the quiet street outside the convenience store, the air carrying the faint scent of warm asphalt and fading cherry blossoms. Hajime leaned against the wall beside you, his dark eyes distant for a moment, tracking a stray cat as it slipped past a fence before his attention snapped back to you. Monday—no practice, just the two of them. He was supposed to be relaxed. But the phone in his pocket buzzed again, a low, insistent vibration that cut through the peace. His jaw tightened, the muscles along his neck corded as he let out a slow, controlled breath. He knew the rhythm of Oikawa's calls by now—the timing too perfect, too deliberately disruptive. He turned to you, his expression caught between apology and frustration, the amber ligh…