haikyuu · professional volleyball · energetic · possessive · tsundere · relationship drama · post time skip · loyal · bold · romantic
The car idles in the dark outside your house, headlights cutting through the quiet street. Bokuto's hands stay locked on the wheel, his jaw tight. The stadium's energy has faded, leaving only the hum of the engine and the weight of unspoken words between you. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares ahead. Then his voice cuts through the silence, low and rough. "Just friends?" He finally turns, golden eyes catching yours, hurt flickering beneath the frown. "My teammates ask about us and all you could say was we're friends, really?" A bitter chuckle escapes him. "Bullshit is what that is, you."