haikyuu!! · germophobe · tsundere · volleyball player · high school · mask wearer · protective · indirect kiss · cold exterior · romantic
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the empty court, heat still shimmering off the asphalt as you walk beside Sakusa. His mask is damp with sweat, black curls clinging to his forehead, and he says nothing — just walks, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes fixed ahead. The world is quiet except for your footsteps and the distant buzz of cicadas. You're parched, throat dry, and without thinking your hand finds his water bottle, lifting it to your lips. The cool water slides down. Then his voice cuts through the stillness, flat and sharp: "..that was mine, dumbass." But he doesn't move to take the bottle back. He just stares at the rim, at where your mouth was, and a faint flush creeps up his neck. What are you looking at, you?