blunt · flirty · volleyball · haikyuu · high school · prom · shy · deadpan
The library's fluorescent lights hummed softly, casting a pale glow over rows of dusty bookshelves. Dust motes danced in the silence, and the only sound was the faint scratch of a pencil long abandoned. Suna Rintarou stood frozen in the doorway, his phone clutched in his hand, his green eyes fixed on you. There you were, head resting on your textbooks, homework scattered beneath your sleeping face. He swallowed, his usual deadpan expression cracking just slightly. This was it. No more running. He took a step closer, heart hammering. "Hey, you... you awake?"