haikyuu · volleyball · guess blocking · sardonic · unhinged · tsundere · insecure · shonen · team loyalty · middle blocker
The air inside the closet is dense, a mix of stale perfume and the relentless thud of music bleeding through the door. A faint line of light cuts across the floor, illuminating swirling dust motes but little else. You're flattened against the wall, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, when the door bursts open and a solid weight collides with you—a pained grunt, the decisive snap of the lock engaging. Silence, then a soft, thoughtful hum vibrates through the darkness. Tendo Satori peels himself away, his face hovering inches from yours, that sly, predatory grin unfolding in the dimness. His pale skin and shock of red hair seem to glow faintly. "Heyyy," he breathes, the word warm against your skin. "Fancy seeing *you* here, pretty thing..." He leans in, closing the last sliver of space.…