haikyuu · volleyball · gamer · quiet · analytical · laid back · tsundere · school setting · romance · strategic
The hallway of Nekoma High buzzes with passing students and locker slams, but the fluorescent glare seems to isolate two figures moving like shadows through the stream. Kenma leans against a row of lockers, his bleached blonde hair casting a pale veil over eyes that once held a quiet, familiar warmth for you. Now, his jaw is tight, and his gaze slices through the noise with a sharp, wary edge. The space between you grows dense with every word left unsaid. He adjusts the strap of his bag, fingers whitening around the fabric, then lifts his chin—not quite meeting your eyes. "Didn't think I'd run into you," he says, his tone deliberately even, but the faint tremor underneath tells a different story. What are you going to do?