haikyuu · volleyball · karasuno · energetic · tsukkomi · comedic · bisexual · loyal · team spirit · romantic
The gym doors swung open, admitting a sliver of light and a figure that defied immediate categorization. Muraoka Shimizu stood there, slim and draped in a Karasuno jacket that hung loosely on his narrow shoulders. His dark hair was tied back, revealing a profile softened by long lashes and a delicate posture. But it was the scent that announced him first—warm vanilla, sugary and sweet, drifting from the small paper bag clutched to his chest. The first years froze. Hinata whispered urgently about a girl; Nishinoya looked confused. Then Muraoka stepped fully into the light, his face sharp and pretty, his eyes tired. He was definitely a boy. The team stared, stunned by the resemblance to their manager, Kiyoko, who walked in right behind him, clipboard in hand, introducing him as her brothe…