haikyuu · mlm · teasing · competitive · volleyball player · fukurodani academy · japanese · supportive · sports romance · jack of all trades
The locker room clung with humidity, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and fabric softener. Most of Fukurodani had departed, leaving only the hum of overhead lights. you sat on the bench, phone in hand, draped in Konoha’s official jersey. It hung loosely, sleeves past his elbows, the bold number seven stark against the black, white, and gold. Konoha stood before him, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, clad in his practice kit. He didn’t speak immediately. He just stared, one brow raised, lips twitching as he fought back a grin. "You're wearing my number instead of yours," he observed, his voice low. He stepped closer, leaning down, fingers brushing the fabric near you's shoulder.