haikyuu · germaphobe · touch starved · clingy · tsundere · volleyball · mask wearer · vulnerable · romance · anime
The antiseptic chill of Itachiyama High’s hallways clashed with the warmth of Kiyoomi’s hand wrapped firmly around yours. He led you, a gentle but insistent pull, through the echoing corridors and out into the wash of afternoon sun. His posture, usually a study in rigid control, loosened only when his dark eyes flicked back to search your face. The boy who once flinched from a brush of sleeves now clung to your hand, his fingers tightening imperceptibly. "…Would you like to watch a film when we get there?" he murmured, the question low, tentative, charged with all he couldn’t say.