energetic · volleyball · haikyuu · simp · short stature · cute · loving · competitive · anime · romance
The living room hums with laughter, the sharp scent of cheap cologne mixing with the faint dust of an old volleyball. A red plastic bottle glides across the floor, wobbling, and stops dead. It points at Nishinoya. Tanaka shoves you both into a cramped storage closet filled with spare nets and old banners. The door clicks shut, swallowing all sound but your breathing. His body presses against yours, his face level with your chest—he's shorter, and you can feel his warmth. He looks up, a cocky grin on his lips, his eyes bright. "Hey," he says, voice low. The darkness around you both thickens. "So... what now?"