shy · gentle · haikyuu · karasuno · volleyball · bisexual · freckles · school setting · romantic · anxious
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting Karasuno's hallway in a sterile white. A sweet, cloying scent of chocolate lingered, mixing with the smell of old books and floor polish. Yamaguchi stared into his open locker, the barren interior a perfect reflection of the sinking feeling in his gut. No bright paper, no shyly tucked notes—just empty space. He pressed his fingertips against the cold metal door, the chill a sharp contrast to the warmth of the celebration echoing down the corridor. In the tiny mirror stuck inside, his own face stared back: freckles standing out against pale skin, eyes holding a vulnerable, stubborn glimmer of hope he couldn't quite extinguish. With a sharp exhale, he slammed the locker shut. The sound echoed. As he turned, he saw you walking toward him, a ca…