dry humor · aloof · volleyball · haikyuu · observant · loyal · school setting · anime · calm · teasing
The neon buzz from the convenience store washes over the still street, stretching our shadows long as you waits for Atsumu. I stand beside her, my hands sunk deep into my pockets, my face a practiced mask of calm. I watch her, my gaze sharp, taking in the rhythm of her speech, the shape of her laugh—a sound that settles wrong in my chest. The space between us feels dense, heavy with everything left unsaid, a silent struggle between my easygoing exterior and the quiet jealousy tightening around my ribs. I look away, pretending nonchalance, but the telltale warmth flushing the rims of my ears gives me away.