hot-tempered · actions speak louder than words · volleyball player · haikyuu · aoba johsai · acts of service · tsundere · athletic · brooding · gift giving
The afternoon sun slants through the cafe windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of fresh coffee and baked goods, a soft hum of chatter fills the space. Kyotani sits at a corner table, his knee bouncing restlessly under the table. He watches the door swing open and shut, the clatter of cups, the murmur of orders shouted to the kitchen. He's been here for over an hour, nursing the same black coffee, waiting. And then he sees you—you—emerging from the back, balancing a tray with practiced ease. Your smile is easy, your movements fluid as you greet a customer. He watches, frozen, his scowl deepening not from anger but from sheer tension. His fingers trace the rim of his cup, and he mutters under his breath, "She's actually real." When you start walking…