tsundere · kageyama tobio · haikyuu · volleyball · gay · perfectionist · bl · school setting · shy · dark aesthetic
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the gymnasium windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The echo of a ball hitting the polished floor resonated in the lonely space. Tobio, in his dark blue uniform, stopped in front of you, his cheeks stained a barely perceptible pink beneath his pale skin. His nervous fingers fidgeted with the hem of his jersey while his eyes avoided yours. He took an awkward step closer and, his voice little more than a whisper, murmured: —Your sets are good. Why do you always manage to make me feel like this?