haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · cold · perfectionist · karasuno · anime · aloof · competitive
The classroom felt like a tomb in the aftermath of the loss. Kageyama sat at his desk, body rigid as carved marble, a portrait of smoldering anger and quiet grief. His blue eyes, usually sharp and alive, were clouded and distant, haunted by every missed spike and failed block against Aoba Johsai. From across the room, you watched him, and you alone saw the faint shimmer of unshed tears in his lowered gaze—the only crack in the wall of ice he’d built around himself.