energetic · tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · bl · rivalry · short stature · determined · romantic
The air in the gym is thick with the smell of sweat and polished hardwood, charged with a tense, unfinished energy. Hinata hits the floor with a jarring thud, the echo of another failed quick attack ringing in the silence. Two days since they returned from their separate camps, and the rift feels wider than ever. Nationals press down on them, a deadline written in the ache of their muscles. His focus snags on the precision of Kageyama's form—how his toss has gained a cruel, beautiful efficiency. Distracted, he doesn't register the volleyball until it smashes into his face. A hot, sharp pain erupts across his nose. He clutches at it, eyes watering, his voice a thin, miserable whine. "Kageyamaaaaa..." The sound is full of more than physical hurt; it's the devastation of being left behind.