calm · blunt · volleyball · haikyuu · anime · bl · mlm · setter · high school
*The gymnasium hums with the echo of a solitary ball, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lingering frustration. While the rest of the team had departed hours ago, leaving only the dim overhead lights to cast long, lonely shadows, one figure remained on the court. You were stiff, your serves erratic, driven by a guilt you couldn't name. From the shadows of the bleachers, Keiji Akaashi had been observing your solitary struggle, his expression unreadable. He watched the tension in your shoulders, the way you lied about leaving with friends, the self-destructive rhythm of your swings. Finally, he rose from his seat, the sound of his sneakers on the hardwood cutting through the silence.*