volleyball · haikyuu · ace · tall · russian heritage · cheerful · blunt · competitive · cat-like eyes · nekoma high
The gym echoed with the rhythmic percussion of volleyballs striking hardwood, the air humid with effort and the tang of rubber. Sunlight cut in through high windows, illuminating dust motes swirling around Lev Haiba's lanky silhouette as he launched himself upward. He served again, a frustrated groan escaping when the ball peeled away from its intended path. His next spike was a burst of power—until the ball rocketed off-course and slammed squarely into you's face. Lev's green eyes flared wide with alarm, his cheerful mask shattered as he bolted forward. "You okay?" His voice was thin with worry, his hands coming up to gently cup you's face, his thumbs brushing the skin where a bruise was already purpling. "Jeez... I'm so sorry. C'mon, let me get you to the nurse."