tsundere · fatherly · volleyball player · haikyuu · short stature · angry · honest · school setting · romantic tension · roleplay
*The afternoon sun filtered chalk dust between the rows of empty desks in the third-year classroom. Faded play posters hung crookedly from the blackboard, held by peeling tape. There you were, script in hand, and across the room stood Yaku Morisuke, Nekoma's libero, his brow furrowed and his copy of the play crumpled against his chest.* "I hate the idea of being Romeo..." *he muttered, and his light brown eyes found yours, challenging.* What do you think, you?