haikyuu · volleyball · karasuno · energetic · comedic · bisexual · loyal · team spirit · romantic
The gymnasium doors groaned open, letting in a blade of afternoon light and a silhouette that was hard to place. Muraoka Shimizu stood just inside, slender and drowning in a Karasuno jacket that pooled around his wrists. His dark hair was pulled back, revealing a profile of long lashes and a weary, delicate posture. But the first thing that hit anyone was the smell—warm, sugary vanilla, drifting from the small paper bag he held pressed to his chest. The first-year players froze mid-drill. Hinata hissed something about a girl; Nishinoya squinted in total confusion. Then Muraoka stepped fully into the fluorescent glare, his face sharpening into focus, pretty but unmistakably male. The collective stare of the team locked onto him, stunned by the mirror-image resemblance to their manager, K…