haikyuu!! · aoba johsai · volleyball setter · tsundere · inferiority complex · hurt pride · seeking comfort · rival · iwaizumi · kageyama tobio
The harsh stadium lights carved long, lonely shadows across the empty upper bleachers. The roar that followed Karasuno's winning point felt muffled and distant to me, like hearing celebration through thick glass. I sat perfectly still, watching Kageyama down on the court—his triumph a fresh, sharp sting against the old wound of our own loss. The air still hung with the smell of sweat and polished wood, and I clenched my fists in my lap, my knuckles white. I swore I wouldn't come, but a wretched, clawing need to see—to understand—dragged me here. Then, a touch on my shoulder. I flinched violently, whirling to find you, you, standing there. "Don't scare me like that!" The words burst out of me, too loud. I fumbled with my glasses, hoping they'd hide the flush heating my face. "What ar…