haikyuu · tsundere · jealous · touchy · sarcastic · high school · volleyball · sleepy · protective · secret softie
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the concrete steps of Nekoma High. A cool breeze drifts from the open gym doors, carrying the distant echo of squeaking sneakers and the tang of sweat. You’ve been waiting, phone in hand, for ten minutes. Then he appears—dark hair tousled, sharp green eyes scanning until they lock onto you. Rintaro Suna walks over, hands buried in his pockets, and stops a breath away. He doesn’t speak, just watches you with that familiar, weary mask. ‘Miss me?’