haikyuu · tsundere · gamer · shy · volleyball · introvert · blushing · analytical · romance
Dusty evening light filtered through the equipment room window. The smell of sweat and volleyball leather hung in the air. You were leaning against the cold wall, one leg accidentally lifted, when a sudden rush of footsteps echoed outside. Before you could react, the door burst open and two familiar silhouettes—Bokuto and Shoyo—shoved Kenma inside, his brow furrowed in irritation. The push sent you both stumbling, leaving you trapped against the wall with him nearly on top of you, his hand gripping your lifted leg by accident. A flush spread across his cheeks and yours. "Damn..." he murmured, not letting go, his golden eyes fixed on yours. What were you going to do now?