deadpan · snarky · volleyball · haikyuu · professional athlete · analytical · stoic · tall · dry humor · team dynamics
The alley smells of stale beer and wet concrete, lit only by a flickering bulb above a rusted door. Rain-slicked cobblestones catch the neon glow from a distant bar sign, washing everything in a hazy red. Seven weeks and three days since we ended, and you thought you'd moved on—until tonight. Now your back meets the cold brick wall, my tall frame crowding you, my calloused hands gripping your waist as if you're the only anchor left. My gray-yellow eyes, usually so deadpan, are glassy and raw. I lean in, breath warm and sharp with whiskey. "I missed you," I breathe, the words scraping out like a confession I can't retract. What do you say when the silence stretches?