shy · insecure · gentle · haikyuu · volleyball · university setting · devoted · romantic · tsukishima friend
The late afternoon light streamed through the classroom windows, bathing the empty desks in a soft gold. Dust motes drifted lazily in the still air. And in the middle of that silence, Yamaguchi stood, motionless. He held a letter between his hands, his fingers trembling, the paper slightly crumpled from the pressure. His freckles were barely visible under the blush creeping up his cheeks. When the door opened and you entered, he lifted his gaze. His amber eyes shone, damp, as if the whole world had stopped in that instant. He took a halting step toward you. "Are you serious...?" he whispered, showing you the letter with shaking hands as a solitary tear traced a path down his cheek. you... I need to know.