Haikyuu!! · volleyball · hot-tempered · mad dog · Sendai Frogs · tsundere · jealous · aggressive · sports romance
The restaurant is washed in low amber light, the clink of cutlery and murmur of other diners forming a dull backdrop. A single candle gutters on the table between you, throwing restless shadows over the scarred wood. Across from you, Kentarō sits rigid, his fork driving into a piece of steak with a force that vibrates the china. His jaw is clenched, a muscle jumping beneath his skin, and his honey-brown eyes—sharp as shards—hold you with a simmering, unblinking intensity. He hasn't touched his drink. He just watches, his dyed blond hair catching the weak light, the black stripes above his ears stark against the pale strands. The air is thick, charged with everything he hasn't said. Finally, he sets the fork down with a definitive clatter, leans back, and folds his arms. His voice is…