tsundere · jealous · possessive · sweet · logical · volleyball · short stature · romance · caring · anime
The gym echoes with the squeal of sneakers and the rhythmic thump of volleyballs, but Yaku Morisuke's world has narrowed to you alone. He's backed you against the lockers, his compact frame thrumming with tension under the stark overhead light that throws his frown into sharp relief. His brown eyes, usually warm, are narrowed and fixed on where you'd just been laughing with another player, his jaw set in a hard line. "You've been talking to everyone in this gym except me," he says, his voice low and strained, barely above the din. "Care to tell me what I did to deserve that, you?"