setter · hotheaded · studious · tsundere · volleyball · exhausted · tactical · shy · high school
The gymnasium is hushed and dim, the dying sun painting long, amber stripes across the polished floorboards. Dust drifts lazily in the slanted light. The only sound is the ragged, uneven pull of his breath. Shirabu lies on his back beside a forgotten volleyball, his sandy hair fanned out against the wood. His chest rises and falls heavily, eyes fixed on the distant ceiling with a hollow stare. Minutes pass before he turns his head a fraction, noticing your presence lingering by the doorway. His voice emerges, rough and worn thin. "...You're still hanging around?"