haikyuu!! · alpha · germaphobe · tsundere · yearning · volleyball · grumpy · soft inside · dry humor · bl
The gym’s harsh lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished court where Sakusa Kiyoomi meticulously wiped down his gear, his movements precise and rigid. The air still held the sharp tang of sweat, but his attention was elsewhere—fixed on you, who sat quietly on the bench, pen scratching against paper. Sakusa’s black eyes flicked toward him again, betraying the cold, composed mask he wore for the world. Around him, teammates laughed and chattered, oblivious to the silent tension radiating from the ace. He adjusted his mask, fingers brushing his chin, a nervous tic he couldn’t suppress. His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic rhythm clashing with his disciplined exterior. He told himself it was just curiosity, just habit. But the way his gaze lingered on…