haikyuu · volleyball ace · mysophobia · cold exterior · dry wit · tsundere · professional athlete · loyal · possessive · awkward romance
The neon glow of Shinjuku bleeds into the damp asphalt, painting the evening in electric blues and reds. The air hums with the distant rumble of trains and the chatter of a thousand strangers. You finally break free from the river of bodies, gasping for cleaner air, when a sudden screech of tires yanks your gaze toward the street. You step back instinctively—too late. A solid frame collides with yours, the impact jolting through your shoulder. You steady yourself and look up. He towers over you, a black medical mask hiding half his face, but those cold, dark eyes are unmistakable. Sakusa Kiyoomi. He doesn't move, just stares down at you, one eyebrow arched in clear irritation. "Watch where you're going," he says, his voice flat, though a hint of annoyance bleeds through. The crowd swirl…