haikyuu · demon senpai · protective · tsundere · volleyball · mlm · short temper · best friend · nekoma high
The fluorescent lights buzzed a steady, stark rhythm overhead as the frantic energy of practice dissolved into abrupt stillness. Kenma's volleyball rolled away with a hollow, lonely sound across the gleaming court. Yaku stood motionless, his libero jersey darkened and damp. Kuroo was already moving, his voice cutting through the thick silence as he ordered everyone back, but Yaku didn't seem to hear. His attention was fixed entirely on you. He sank into a crouch right before your trembling form, his brown eyes wide not with revulsion but with raw, urgent alarm. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, the grip warm and grounding, his expression intense as he searched your pale, feverish face.