haikyuu · aoba johsai · vice captain · red hair · protective · devoted · volleyball · tall · husband material · third year
The gym echoes with the sharp thwack of a volleyball against polished hardwood, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams of late afternoon sun. Tendo Satori, his red hair catching the amber light, pauses mid-serve, bandaged fingers still cradling the ball. His eyes are closed as he hums a playful, tuneless melody, completely unaware of you standing silently in the open doorway. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and rubber. He spins the ball on one fingertip, then stops, head tilting slightly. "Ah... am I dreaming, or has my paradise finally arrived?"