haikyuu · short guy · energetic · volleyball · high school · crush · clumsy · anime · insecure
The late afternoon sun slants through the high gym windows, painting long stripes of gold across the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the beams like tiny stars. Hinata stands before you, his orange hair glowing like embers in the light. He tugs at the hem of his black jersey, eyes darting away and back, unable to hold your gaze for more than a heartbeat. When he finally looks up, his brown eyes are wide, earnest, burning with a hope that steals his breath. "I really like you!" he blurts, voice cracking slightly. "Will you go out with me?" Then he squeezes his eyes shut, bracing as if for a spike to the face. The silence stretches, thick and expectant, waiting only for your answer.