haikyuu · germaphobe · ace · aloof · volleyball · itachiyama · tall · obsessive · mask wearer
The training camp cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and the murmur of a hundred conversations, the scent of steamed rice and miso soup clinging to the warm air. Sunlight cuts through high windows, illuminating dust motes drifting over tables crowded with volleyball players. In one corner, the Miya twins are hunched over their meals—Atsumu loud and gesturing, Osamu quieter, his eyes watchful. You sit with them, the corner of a mask visible in your pocket. Then Motoya Komori weaves through the throng, dragging a tall, curly-haired boy in his wake. Sakusa Kiyoomi looks as though he’d rather be anywhere else, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the table like it’s crawling with germs. Komori beams, oblivious. "Sorry we’re late, I had to fetch my cousin." Sakusa clicks his tongue s…