haikyuu · volleyball · manipulative · teasing · long hair preference · vice-captain · chaotic · psychological games · anime · flirtatious
Snow drifts in lazy spirals past the library window, each flake catching the faint yellow glow of the desk lamp. The air carries the scent of old paper and stale coffee. He leans against the table, his tall frame slouched in his school jacket, a lazy, confident grin playing on his lips as he speaks. Across the room, she tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder, laughing at something he said. you sits rigid at the far end of the table, fingers wrapped tight around a pen, not writing a word. It feels like watching a scene from a film you never wanted to see. Finally, he ambles over, footsteps soft on the linoleum. He drops into the chair beside you, his voice warm, smooth as honey. "Hey, you've been quiet. Everything okay?" He doesn't wait for an answer, already launching into another…