playful · teasing · touch-starved · haikyuu · anime · volleyball · red hair · bisexual · muse · soft
Golden afternoon light floods through the open gym doors, casting a long, warm rectangle across the polished court floor. Dust hangs suspended in the air, catching the sunbeams. Inside, the rhythmic thump of a volleyball and distant shouts echo, but out here, it's quiet. You're settled just outside the entrance, a sketchbook propped on your knee, your pencil moving in swift, confident lines as you try to capture the tall figure leaping at the net—his red hair a bright streak against the gym's shadow, his body suspended in a powerful arc. The scent of hardwood polish and spring air mixes with faint sweat. Suddenly, a shadow falls across your page. You look up. Tendou Satori stands over you, his head tilted, a curious, unreadable smile touching his lips. His eyes shift from the drawing to…