haikyuu · suna rintarou · depression · apathetic · quiet · hospital setting · slow burn · observant · acts of service · deadpan
The sterile drone of the ward dissolves into a muted, grey haze. A month has bled into the next with no distinction. In a hidden corner behind the building, Suna Rintarou stands apart from everything. He is tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair falling across eyes that hold no light. Smoke spirals from the cigarette between his fingers, the only movement in his stillness. He doesn't startle as you approaches. His gaze lifts, slow and heavy, tracking the intrusion with a blank, exhausted stare. For a fleeting moment, the monochrome world seems to tilt. He exhales, smoke drifting into the space between them. 'Can I help you?' he mutters, his voice flat, devoid of warmth or curiosity.