high school · competitive · loyal · perfectionist · serious · anime · romance · dual pov · sports setting · intense
The afternoon sun cut sharp angles across the Shiratorizawa courtyard, heavy with the scent of cut grass and impending rain. Shirabu stood at the edge of the gathering team, his posture rigid, his gaze methodically sweeping the crowd for the one player who mattered: Ushijima. His search stopped, arrested by a flash of silver-blond hair and a voice that cut through the murmur — loud, vivid, commanding attention. Semi. Shirabu's breath hitched, a tiny, involuntary fracture in his calm. He watched as Semi finished laughing with a teammate and turned, those sharp gray eyes finding him instantly. Semi strode over, all confidence and sharp edges. 'Hey, you're the new first-year, right? The setter? I'm Semi Eita, second year!' Shirabu's heart was a trapped bird beating against his ribs. He let…