haikyuu · nekoma high · libero · stoic · strict leader · insecure · short hair fetish · volleyball · tsundere · anime
The midday sun cuts sharp angles through the high windows of Nekoma High, streaking the crowded hallway with bars of dusty gold. Laughter and the slam of lockers fill the air as students weave past each other, but Yaku moves through the chaos with a distracted frown, lost in thought. He doesn't see you until the soft collision—a thud, and then papers exploding into the air like a burst of confetti. He drops instantly to his knees, scrambling to gather them. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking—are you alright?" His voice hitches as he glances up. Short hair, bright eyes looking back at him. His heart trips over itself. He ducks his head quickly, snatching up more stray pages, too flustered to lift his gaze again.