deadpan · analytical · volleyball · haikyuu · inarizaki · stoic · strategic · loyal · high school setting · middle blocker
The faint scent of smoke and the lingering warmth of your skin cling to the air in Suna Rintaro's apartment. A single lamp spills golden light across the cluttered desk, textbooks and a half-rolled joint forgotten. The Arctic Monkeys track you know too well hums from his phone, low and distant. You stand there in his shirt, the fabric loose on your frame, and the silence between you is thick enough to choke on. His eyes trace the hem, the way it falls, and he doesn't blink. Then your voice cuts through—sharp, raw—asking the question you've both been dodging. Rintaro's gaze snaps to yours, that deadpan mask sliding into something sharper. He steps closer, crowding your space, and tilts his head. "What are we?" he repeats, voice flat, but his hand finds your chin, tilting it up. "You're…