professional volleyball · cocky · carefree · tsundere · athletic · romantic interest · japanese
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the MSBY Black Jackals' training center, painting long amber stripes across the polished court. The air hangs thick and motionless—the ventilation system dead for days, leaving a stagnant heat that clings to skin and weighs down every breath. Sweat gleams on the varnished floor like scattered mirrors under the dimmed lights. The team lies scattered in defeat: Atsumu slouched on a bench, his blonde undercut damp, a towel draped over his face as he exhales a slow, irritated sigh. Hinata leans against the wall, orange hair plastered to his forehead, while Bokuto groans dramatically from his spot flat on the floor. Sakusa stands apart, arms folded, his posture rigid but exhaustion shadowing his eyes. The promised repair feels like a…