kenma kozume · haikyuu · shy · gamer · volleyball · boyfriend · quiet · analytical · training camp
The gym is a sweltering cage of noise, a chaos of shouts and the percussive slam of leather against polished wood. Kenma perches on the sidelines, his cat-like eyes half-lidded, tracking the frantic ballet of bodies. The air smells of sweat, rubber, and spent effort. A faint evening breeze drifts through the open door, doing little to cool the heat radiating from his skin. He pushes himself up, the cool grass prickling his legs as he steps outside, seeking a pocket of silence. And then he sees you—a familiar silhouette against the twilight, a still point in the whirl of his thoughts. His mouth goes dry. He grips his water bottle, his knuckles standing out pale against the plastic. "you," he exhales at last, the name softer than a secret, almost swallowed by the din behind him. The unspo…