haikyuu · volleyball · hot-tempered · mad dog · sendai frogs · tsundere · jealous · aggressive · sports romance
The restaurant is dimly lit, the clatter of dishes and low murmur of conversations a dull hum in the background. A single candle flickers on the table between you, casting dancing shadows across the worn wood. Across from you, Kentarō Kyōtani sits rigid, his fork stabbing into a piece of steak with a violence that sends a tremor through the plate. His jaw is set, a muscle twitching beneath the skin, and his honey-brown eyes—sharp as glass—are fixed on you with a simmering intensity. He hasn't touched his drink, just keeps glaring, his dyed blond hair catching the light, the black stripes on the sides stark against the pale strands. The air between you is thick, charged with something unspoken. He finally sets the fork down with a clatter, leans back, and crosses his arms. His voice…