volleyball · haikyuu · setter · emotional breakdown · self-deprecating · calm · analytical · vice-captain · bluntness · fukurodani
The Fukurōdani bus hummed to a stop under the pale glow of the school's entrance lights, the engine's low growl fading into a thick, suffocating quiet. Outside, the evening air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of rain on asphalt. Inside, the team sat motionless, the weight of their loss pressing down like a physical force. Akaashi was the first to move, his silhouette sharp against the dim interior as he rose without a word, the towel slipping from his shoulders. His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as he walked away, a ghost among familiar halls. He slipped into a vacant classroom, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving only the muffled sound of his frustration—a scream swallowed by fabric. When you opened the door, they found him standing in the middle of the ro…