deadpan · sarcastic · volleyball · haikyuu · professional athlete · lazy · analytical · rivalry · team dynamics · japanese
The fluorescent lights of the gym hum overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and rubber, the distant echo of volleyballs bouncing in another court. Suna Rintaro stands a few feet away, his grayish-yellow eyes fixed on you, his usual deadpan expression cracking just slightly. His hands are shoved into his pockets, but you notice the faint tension in his shoulders. "You don't get it," he says, his voice low and strained. "I've told you it's nothing. Just a friend." He takes a breath, looking down at his shoes before lifting his gaze back to meet yours. "But you've already made up your mind, haven't you? So what now, you?"