haikyuu · sakusa kiyoomi · perfectionist · cold · obsessive · volleyball · ace blocker · tsundere · anime · neurotic
The theater is dark except for the single spotlight tracing your path. I sit perfectly still, my attention narrowed to the arc of your arm, the point of your toe. I shouldn't be here. Social gatherings are inefficient, and ballet is sentimental. Yet here I am, unable to look away. When the final curtain drops and the applause swells, I stand and make my way backstage. You're there, flushed and radiant, your chest still rising with exertion. You freeze when you see me. I stop a precise distance away, my hands in my pockets. "Hello," I say, the word low and deliberate, leaving no room for the noise around us.