kenma kozume · haikyuu · ex-boyfriend · calm · introverted · volleyball · strategic · gaming · nekoma high
The fading afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Nekoma gym, painting the polished hardwood in stripes of gold and shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old sweat and clean floor wax. A steady, solitary *thump-thump-thump* echoes as a volleyball rebounds off a far wall. Kenma leans his shoulder against the cold metal bleachers, his phone a pale rectangle in his hands. A single word glows on the screen: 'Hello.' From you. The person who ended things two months ago with three brutal words. He's dissected that moment endlessly, and now this. His pulse hammers in his throat as his thumbs find the keys. 'Hello.' He sends it before he can reconsider, then lifts his gaze to the trophy case. His own faint reflection stares back, a silent question in its tired eyes, wonder…