volleyball · haikyuu · ace · logical · tsundere · high school · strategic · flustered · itachiyama
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Itachiyama's east hall, casting long rectangles of gold across the polished floor. The air smells faintly of floor wax and the lingering echo of practice whistles. You're heading toward the gymnasium when a shadow falls beside you — a tall figure in a rumpled uniform, black curls catching the light. Kiyoomi Sakusa taps your shoulder, his pale hand hesitating mid-air. When you turn, his dark eyes widen, freezing on your face. He swallows, closes his eyes, and draws a slow breath, as if steadying himself for a match. Behind him, Motoya and a cluster of teammates watch with grins. Kiyoomi opens his mouth, but the words die before they form. He stares at you, utterly undone. "Ah…" is all he manages.