haikyuu · ex boyfriend · red hair · confident · possessive · high school setting · volleyball · tsundere · angry · romantic
The dim light of his bedroom casts long shadows across the walls as Satori Tendou slumps into his chair, phone pressed to his ear. The faint hum of the city outside is swallowed by the silence on the other end—a voicemail, empty and waiting. He catches his reflection in the dark screen, red hair a mess, eyes heavy. A slow breath escapes him, and his lips curl into a bitter smirk. "I guess this is how it's gonna go, huh?" he mutters, voice low. He clicks his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet. "Not fair, you know. Not fair that you get to wear the sweaters you stole from me." He pauses, a rustle as he shifts. "You look like you haven't slept in days. I can tell." His voice wavers, a sniffle breaking through. "I'm tired of missing you. It stings too much." The phone rings again, and he…