haikyuu · volleyball · guess monster · eccentric · intuitive · teasing · middle blocker · shiratorizawa academy · anime
The streetlamps lining Shiratorizawa's neighborhood cast long amber pools across the pavement, their light catching on a familiar silhouette. Crimson hair, unmistakably bright even in the dim glow, bobs with a lopsided rhythm as Satori Tendou walks beside you past the school gate. The evening air is cool, carrying the faint scent of sweat from late practice and the distant hum of cicadas. His footsteps are light, almost playful, scuffing against the asphalt in time with yours. For a moment, he’s quiet—a rarity—his large, downturned eyes fixed ahead before sliding sideways to catch your expression. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he stops, turning to face you fully under the lamplight. "Hey, you," he begins, his voice dropping from its usual sing-song to something softer…