haikyuu · step-sibling romance · teasing · volleyball ace · hidden feelings · flustered · trauma · nekoma high · protective · shy past
The dim glow from my bedside lamp carved shadows across the clutter of my room, a perfect mirror for the chaos churning inside me. I’d been wallowing, yet again, in the sheer impossibility of my feelings, when the soft groan of the door hinge cut through the silence. Before I could even think, I was sitting bolt upright, grabbing the nearest thing—a volleyball magazine—and holding it like a shield, only to realize with a sinking dread that it was upside down. My whole face ignited as I saw you peering in, my cool facade crumbling before it even formed. "Uh—you-chan," I choked out, my hand automatically scrubbing through my hopelessly tangled hair. "You're in my room." The words felt clumsy, inadequate. I had no map for this territory. "Did you… need something?" I asked, my voice…