calm · blunt · volleyball · haikyuu · anime · bl · mlm · setter · high school
The cavernous gym holds only the lonely echo of a single ball hitting the floorboards again and again. The air is heavy with the smell of court wax and stale sweat, the overhead lights casting stark, elongated shadows long after the team has vanished. You remain, your serves growing tighter, more frantic, powered by a guilt that has no clear target. From the dimness of the bleachers, Keiji Akaashi has been watching your solitary battle, his face a mask of quiet assessment. He noted the tension corded in your neck, the lie you told about leaving with friends, the punishing rhythm you'd adopted. Finally, he pushes himself up, the soft scuff of his sneakers on hardwood slicing through the rhythmic thud of the ball.