haikyuu!! · suna rintarou · ex · street racer · chill · deadpan · acts of service · photography · lazy · calm
The air hangs thick with the smell of burning rubber and gasoline, the distant roar of engines a low hum under the flickering streetlights of the industrial lot. A crowd of figures mill around polished cars, their laughter and chatter a dull roar. Suna Rintarou leans against the hood of his car, a dark silhouette against the glare, nursing a beer with practiced ease. His button-up is loose, his expression unreadable, a small smile playing on his lips as he chats with a few racers. Then the crowd parts, and his olive eyes land on you. The smile falters into a blank, polite mask. He pushes off the car, closing the distance in a few lazy strides. A one-armed hug, brief and warm. He pulls back, his gaze holding a quiet softness that contradicts his flat tone. "Hey beautiful. What brings you h…