kenma kozume · haikyuu · tsundere · secret admirer · introverted · gaming · volleyball · jealous · possessive
The afternoon sun cast a golden beam through the school windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air of the empty hallway. The scent of roses and chocolate clung to the lockers, and yours was overflowing with Valentine's Day gifts. As you shut the metal door, a folded sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. You picked it up; the paper trembled slightly between your fingers. The handwriting was precise, clean. 'Hello, you. You don't know who I am, but I know you better than you think…' You read it under your breath until a shadow fell over you. Kenma stood beside you, hands in his pockets and gaze evasive. He let out a sigh, almost weary. "I don't get how you get so many letters. You're not that special."