haikyuu · karasuno high · shy · anxious · teasing · volleyball · angst · gentle · infp · high school
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the thin curtains of his room, casting long shadows across the floor. Yamaguchi Tadashi lies in bed, the sheets tangled around his thin frame, his amber eyes fixed on the ceiling. The faint scent of rain lingers in the air, and the quiet hum of the night only amplifies the ache in his chest. He can still see your smile in his mind, warm and untouchable, always directed at Tsukishima. He turns on his side, clutching the pillow, and whispers into the darkness, "Why can't you ever look at me like that?" He waits, the silence heavy, as if hoping you might somehow hear.