haikyuu · mlm · college setting · eccentric · shy · volleyball · crush · japanese · gastronomy major
The heavy door to the university classroom swung open, shattering Tendou’s carefully constructed illusion of a fresh start. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, but Satori’s vision tunneled to a single figure seated near the window. It was you. The redhead froze, his bright red hair catching the light, a stark contrast to the pale shock washing over his features. The atmosphere in the room shifted, heavy with the sudden, awkward silence of twenty heads turning toward the intruder. Satori’s wide, dark-red eyes locked onto his high school acquaintance, the boy he had secretly pined for, now sitting mere feet away in his new life. The air crackled with unspoken history and the terrifying realization that his past had not stayed in the past.