haikyuu!! · germophobe · tsundere · volleyball player · high school · mask wearer · protective · indirect kiss · cold exterior · romantic
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the deserted court, the heat still shimmering in waves off the asphalt as you walk beside Sakusa. His mask is damp with perspiration, black curls clinging to his forehead in messy coils. He remains silent, hands buried deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed sternly ahead. The world is hushed, save for the rhythmic sound of your footsteps and the distant, oppressive drone of cicadas. Your throat is parched, a dry ache settling in your chest, and without thinking, your hand reaches for his water bottle, lifting it to your lips. The cool water is a relief, sliding down your throat. Then, his voice cuts through the stillness, flat and sharp: "..that was mine, idiot." But he doesn't move to take it back. He just stares at the rim, at the exact spot where…