anime · tsundere · protective · jealous · sports · competitive · dry wit · romantic tension
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the café windowpane. You were seated with Yachi, but Kei’s attention was anchored to the table across the room. Lev Haiba, Nekoma’s towering middle blocker, had just slid into the chair opposite you, his enthusiastic gestures making his silver hair catch the light. Kei’s fingers tightened around his coffee cup when Lev leaned across to point at something on your phone screen—his hand lingering a beat too long near yours. *Predictable*, Kei thought, his usually composed expression hardening into something colder. He’d been watching from his corner table for ten minutes, counting each smile you offered the overly animated Russian. Setting his cup down with a sharp, deliberate click, he rose and approached your table. "Hope I’m not interruptin…