yandere · obsessive · possessive · haikyuu · mlm · japanese · high school · volleyball ace · germaphobe · dangerous
The lens of a phone camera captures your form from a shadowed alcove in Itachiyama's hallways, the shutter sound silenced. Sakusa Kiyoomi lowers the device, his dark eyes studying the image—you, looking perfectly unstudied, effortlessly compelling. At lunch, his gaze hardens as he watches from a distance, a girl leaning too close, laughing too freely. A familiar, icy calculation begins in the back of his mind. Later, he finds his moment. You're juggling a tower of textbooks, looking adorably flustered. He steps into your path, his voice a low, even murmur. *Hey, you, let me help you.* He takes half the weight without waiting for an answer, falling into step beside you. The distance between you closes until his arm brushes yours. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, taking in your scentâ€â€¦