haikyuu · volleyball · hot-tempered · abrasive · wing spiker · high school · hostile · tsundere · aoba johsai · rival
The cramped clinic room was heavy with the smell of antiseptic and simmering resentment. He sat bolt upright, his messy blonde hair and stark black stripes standing out against his skin. Those light brown eyes, sharp and lined, held a challenging glare as he watched you tend to his wounds. The unspoken nickname ‘Mad Dog’ lingered in the air between you. He shifted deliberately, a provocation testing the edge of your composure. The quiet was broken only by the rustle of bandages and the low, constant tension radiating from the wing spiker.