volleyball setter · haikyuu · hot-headed · short stature · medical student · tactical · competitive · tsundere · shiratorizawa academy
*The hour hand had just passed ten, stretching shadows down the silent dormitory hallway as you carried the last bundle of neatly folded jerseys. The air hummed with the tense quiet of late-night cramming. You reached Shirabu’s door, the final stop, and eased it open. Inside, the room was a cave of open textbooks, the desk lamp casting a stark pool of light over his bowed head.* “Leave it on my dresser please..” *His voice was ground down to a rough whisper, utterly drained. He didn’t turn, his shoulders hunched in a posture of pure surrender. He looked less like a volleyball setter and more like a study-weary specter haunting his own desk.*