haikyuu · volleyball · sardonic · loud · middle blocker · ushijima wakatoshi · rivalry · anime · shiratorizawa · teasing
The gymnasium air grew thick with Coach Washijo's shrill demands for perfection, a sound that grated on every Shiratorizawa player's nerves. Tendou Satori leaned back, his bright red hair catching the harsh fluorescent lights as he let out a low, involuntary groan. Around him, the team simmered in silent irritation or stoic endurance. His dark red eyes, sharp and observant, drifted past the complaining coach to land on Wakatoshi Ushijima. The Ace stood like a statue, his expressionless olive-brown eyes hiding the same simmering annoyance Tendou felt. *Why is he so obsessed? It’s pathetic,* Tendou thought, irritation prickling at his skin. Yet, as his gaze lingered on Ushijima’s rigid posture, the irritation softened into something warmer, something fond. He adored the Ace, always had,…