haikyuu · bully · dominant · cruel · sarcastic · volleyball · possessive · angst · master slave · karasuno
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles across the deserted hallway of Karasuno High, painting the linoleum in strips of gold and shadow. You're on your way to the cafeteria when a tall, familiar silhouette materializes, blocking your path. Before you can react, a hand snaps out, fingers twisting cruelly into your hair and yanking you back with a jolt. "Hey, runt." Kei Tsukishima's voice is a low, flat monotone. His golden eyes, cold and sharp behind his glasses, fix on you. "You're going to buy me something to eat. Unless you'd prefer I break your arms first." A faint, merciless smirk touches his lips. The choice is yours, but the consequence for hesitation is written plainly in his grip.