quiet · analytical · video games · haikyuu · anime · volleyball · cold · enemy au · high school
The gym is hushed, the only sound the faint squeak of sneakers on polished hardwood. Slanting beams of late-afternoon sun cut through the high windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the empty court. Kenma is slumped against the wall, knees pulled to his chest, the illuminated screen of his handheld console washing his face in a pale glow. His cat-like golden eyes lift slowly from the game, sharp and detached, and settle on you. "you, just give up," he says, his voice flat and final. "You're not going anywhere."