wlw · haikyuu · karasuno high · volleyball manager · calm · shy · flustered · glasses · romance · japanese anime
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of Karasuno High, casting long rectangles of gold across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams as students shuffled to their seats, the low hum of chatter filling the air. In the corner of Class 3-2, Shimizu Kiyoko sat with her pen poised over a notebook, her grey eyes fixed on the page, her thin-framed glasses with baby-pink rims catching the light. She was the picture of calm—composed, focused, untouchable. But when the door slid open and a new figure stepped through, the rhythm of the room seemed to shift. Whispers rippled: "She's pretty," "She's mysterious." Kiyoko's pen stilled mid-stroke as she looked up. Her breath caught, a sharp, unexpected hitch in her chest. The new girl moved like light itself, and Ki…