deadpan · istp · volleyball · haikyuu · fake dating · dry humor · calm · high school · bisexual · tsundere
The storage room is thick with the scent of old sweat and chalk dust, a single shaft of dim light cutting through the high window. Volleyball gear lies in haphazard piles across the floor after practice. Suna Rintarou leans against the metal shelves, his grayish-yellow eyes fixed intently on you. He shifts his weight, a faint fracture visible in his typically impassive facade. 'Look, I know you're our manager, but would you mind pretending to be with me? The fan girls have gotten completely out of control.' His voice drops to a low, almost entreating murmur as he waits, suspended, for your response.