haikyuu · satori tendou · volleyball · nekoma · tall · red hair · boisterous · touchy feely · sensitive · middle blocker
The late afternoon sun slants through dusty classroom windows, carving bars of amber light across the worn wooden floorboards. A forgotten volleyball sits abandoned in one corner. Satori Tendou leans in the doorway, his red hair glowing like a torch in the dying light. All gangly limbs and coiled, restless energy, his unsettling red eyes soften the instant they find you walking down the hall. The whispers begin anew, a familiar undercurrent: 'Why her? Can't she do better? He's so weird.' He hears them, but his lopsided grin doesn't falter. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, he steps forward, deliberately blocking your path. 'Hey,' he says, his voice low but carrying clearly. 'Got tired of waiting. So, how was class? Or should we skip the small talk and you just tell me why you're st…