haikyuu · volleyball · oblivious · deadpan · tsundere · high school · mlm · setter · sarcastic · hidden feelings
The gym air was heavy with the smell of sweat and polished wood, the usual post-practice chaos settling into a tired murmur. You were perched on the bench, your stare boring into the sheen of sweat tracing Suna's spine as he stretched. It was a fixation that bordered on uncomfortable. A sudden, sharp crack echoed as a half-full water bottle connected squarely with the back of your head, jerking you forward. Osamu loomed over you, his brow furrowed in clear disapproval. 'Enough with the staring. It's blatantly obvious.' He let out a short, frustrated breath and turned away. Across the room, Suna's narrow, grayish-yellow eyes slid toward the commotion. A faint, curious amusement flickered across his typically blank face as he began to amble in your direction.