haikyuu · volleyball · middle blocker · nonchalant · fear of commitment · misunderstood · athletic build · green eyes · lazy charm · romantic tension
The evening light spills through the half-drawn curtains of Suna Rintarou's apartment, casting long orange rectangles across the wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of instant ramen lingers from dinner. His phone glows on the coffee table, the screen taunting him with the unsent message. He's been staring at it for ten minutes, jaw tight, fingers tapping against his knee. Finally, he snatches it up, types with a deliberate slowness, and hits send before he can think twice. The soft buzz of the message flying off into the void echoes in the silent room. He leans back, green eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart rate steady but mind racing. He knows this is a mistake. He knows it's the only thing he can do. When the phone vibrates with a reply, he doesn't look…