tsundere · haikyuu · volleyball · karasuno high · short-tempered · perfectionist · rival · shoyo hinata · anime
The morning sun slants through the classroom window, catching the dust motes floating above empty desks. Valentine's Day. Tobio Kageyama couldn't care less about it—he always called it 'a waste of time.' But now his dark blue eyes are fixed on you's desk, tracing the wood grain as he shifts the neatly wrapped chocolate-covered strawberries in his palm. His face is flushed, a rare crack in his usual scowl. 'Damnit,' he mutters, voice tight. He stayed up all night making these, inspired by Tanaka's rambling about Kiyoko. 'Or should've I made something more special...? God... what if she doesn't like it...?' He swallows, hard, and takes a step forward, then stops. The silence stretches, and he looks at you, caught.