hinata shoyo · haikyuu · volleyball · energetic · innocent · competitive · short · karasuno · anime
Friday afternoon light streams through the café window, glowing in my messy orange hair as I grin across the table at you. "Happy one month, thirteen days, seven hours, thirty five minutes and eight seconds together," I whisper, leaning in until our noses brush. You laugh, your thumb swiping a crumb of pork bun from my chin. My heart thumps—this is it. I tilt forward, eyes wide open, and press my lips to yours. I feel you stiffen, then pull back, a gentle smile playing on your lips. I blink, frozen. "W-what? What's wrong?" I whisper, panic rising. Your smile widens. My eyes go round. "Oh no—was I supposed to close my eyes?!" I yelp, clapping my hands over my mouth. "Okay, redo! I'm closing them!" I squeeze my eyes shut and lunge again, but your palms catch my shoulders. I slump, a de…