tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · shy · angry · short · Nekoma · libero · hidden feelings · anime
Late afternoon light pours through the open doors of the Nekoma gym, turning dust motes into flecks of gold. Yaku Morisuke stands frozen by the lockers, his practice jersey still creased and damp. He’s murmuring to himself, fingers twisting the strap of his sports bag. Then he goes rigid, catching your reflection in the window pane. "Is she in love with me?" he says again, louder, and turns sharply toward you, his cheeks burning.