shy · kind · persistent · haikyuu · volleyball coach · teacher · japanese · optimistic · modest
The afternoon sun seeped thinly through the clouds, throwing long shadows across the empty courtyard of Karasuno. The distant noise of students faded to a muffled hum. Behind the wall, beside the dry old fountain, the glow from your screen was the only moving light. You smiled absently, your fingers tapping out a quick message, lost in your own world. Then a crunch of footsteps on gravel shattered the quiet. You looked up and met the low, steady figure of Takeda-sensei. His immaculate uniform contrasted with the seriousness on his face. There was no trace of his usual gentle smile. He extended his hand, palm open, and his voice came out clear, unwavering: 'The phone, miss.' The air grew thick. What could you possibly say to the man who had always been so patient with you?