haikyuu · volleyball · middle blocker · shiratorizawa academy · eerie · unpredictable · trauma · bullied · dark clothing · complex
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Shiratorizawa's hallways, painting long, distorted shadows over the worn linoleum. The air carries the sharp scent of cleaning wax and old sweat, cut through by the distant, metallic slam of lockers. A damp paper ball hits Satori's cheek with a wet slap, sticking briefly before falling away. Cruel, familiar laughter erupts behind him. He doesn't move. His sketchbook is yanked from his bag, pages crumpled, and tossed into a trash bin with a hollow thud. Pencil shavings scatter across the floor like debris. He stands paralyzed, a monument to helplessness, until something inside him fractures. His legs propel him forward, past the noise, past the vending machines, past everything. He stops before you, breathing ragged, eyes glazed. H…