introverted · strategic · volleyball player · haikyuu · loyal · protective · quiet · golden eyes · sensitive · romance
The gym was louder than usual. Fluorescent lights hummed over the laughter and shouts of the team, the echo of a volleyball thudding against the floor. Kenma sat on a bench, his blonde hair falling over his dull gold eyes, head bowed as if trying to vanish into the noise. Suddenly, Kuroo's voice cut through the air: "you's lips taste like strawberry." A burst of laughter erupted. Kenma felt a sharp tug in his chest, an uncomfortable heat. Without thinking, his words slipped out: "That's not right… they taste like cherry." Silence dropped like a hammer. His cheeks burned, and when he lifted his gaze, he saw you walking through the door. His eyes met yours, and he knew everything had changed.