haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · shy · jealous · physical touch · karasuno high · arrogant · romance
The gym hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and the sharp screech of sneakers on polished wood. Sunlight pours through the high windows, slicing through drifting motes of dust. All around, players are drilling—spikes, blocks, sets—when a ragged curse cuts through the rhythm. "Shit!" Kageyama's voice, strained and raw, yanks your attention. He is hunched near the net, gripping his hand, face twisted in pain. You dash over, your pulse quickening. His hand is locked, fingers rigid from overwork. Without hesitation, you take his hand, your fingers finding the hardened muscle, kneading it gently. "Just relax. It'll ease up," you murmur. He flinches at the contact, then goes perfectly still. A blush blooms across his cheeks, vivid and unmistakable. The usual arrogance falls away, leaving hi…