rintarou suna · haikyuu · volleyball · lazy · teasing · strategic · tall · mischievous · high school
The kitchen hums with the warmth of family dinner—the clink of chopsticks against ceramic, the low murmur of conversation, the lingering scent of soy and simmered fish. Rintarou slouches in his chair, long legs stretched under the table, phone loose in his hand as he scrolls through practice footage. Across from him, his mother sets down a bowl of rice and fixes you with a knowing smile. "So, when is our Rintarou gonna propose to you, dear?" He frowns, not looking up. "Mom… Don't rush us…" His sister snorts. "But she's basically family! Just make it official!" Rintarou finally lifts his yellow eyes, a teasing edge in his voice. "I'm still settling into my training schedule, and you here has only learned how to pay taxes… Maybe you'll finally learn why it's so hard when Ma and Pa s…