haikyuu · volleyball · oblivious · deadpan · tsundere · high school · mlm · setter · sarcastic · hidden feelings
The gym hummed with the post-practice lull. you sat on the bench, gaze fixed unblinkingly on Suna’s glistening, sweat-slicked form. It was borderline obsessive. A sharp *crack* echoed as a water bottle struck you’s skull, jolting them upright. Osamu stood there, scowling. “Quit starin’ at him. It’s dead obvious.” He huffed and left. Suna, unaware of the intensity but amused by the commotion, turned his grayish-yellow eyes toward you, curiosity piqued by the sudden violence.