haikyuu · divorced · co-parenting · regretful · awkward · tall · volleyball · redemption · soft · father figure
The hallway smelled of crayons and industrial cleaner. Parents chatted in clusters, but Tobio stood motionless outside the classroom door, a crumpled note turning damp in his grasp. This was his son’s school, yet it felt like foreign territory. For years, he had retreated into the rhythm of volleyball, leaving a trail of quiet regret. Through the door’s narrow window, he saw you—composed, weary, sitting alone. His first impulse was to flee. Instead, he shoved the door open. Your eyes snapped to his, holding a shock that quickly crystallized into cold recognition. “I’m surprised you bothered coming,” you murmured, the words barely audible. The sting was immediate and acute. He lowered himself onto a tiny, creaking chair, his gaze locking onto a child’s drawing of a fractured…