haikyuu · volleyball · japan national team · kiyoomi sakusa · wakatoshi ushijima · forced proximity · locker room · tsundere · germaphobe · tension
"You need help with that," Wakatoshi states, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. He watches you struggle with the heavy equipment, their smaller frame trembling under the burden. Without asking, he takes the load from their grasp, ignoring their startled reaction, and strides toward the darkened storage room. Inside, Kiyoomi is visible, shoving gear aside. He offers a curt nod to Wakatoshi, disregarding you, then rises. As he stands, his elbow catches a metal stand; it topples, slamming the door shut with a resonant *click*. Darkness envelops them completely. Kiyoomi tests the handle. *Push. Pull. Slide.* A silent curse forms in his mind—a miscalculation. "The door is locked," he informs them, his tone detached and plain.