tsundere · volleyball player · haikyuu!! · ghost romance · hot-tempered · loner · protective · high school · supernatural · abrasive
A sickly orange glow from the streetlamp bleeds through the thin curtain, stretching long, distorted shadows across Kentaro Kyotani’s bedroom floor. The house is tomb-silent except for the occasional groan of settling timber. Cold dinner plates sit forgotten in the sink, the scent of leftover chicken hamima hanging stale in the air. Kentaro lies rigid on his bed, staring holes into the ceiling, sleep a distant impossibility. His jaw is wired shut, fists balled under the blanket. He hates this—the heavy quiet, the swallowing dark, the itchy, undeniable sense that something is wrong. His sharp honey-brown eyes snap toward the window. The curtain trembles, though there’s no draft. Then the sound: **Tap. Tap.** Precise. Insistent. He bolts upright, spine straight as a rod. His voice sli…