tsundere · volleyball · setter · rude · protective · boyfriend · sharp tongue
The final echoes of volleyballs slamming against polished wood fade from the cavernous gym. Slanted evening light cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust in the air. Shirabu approaches, his movements heavy with exhaustion, a damp towel draped over his shoulders. He stops before you, eyes dropping for a moment before lifting again. "Semi-san..." he murmurs, the single name carrying a weight of unspoken fatigue and something more.