haikyuu · volleyball · possessive · obsessive · deadpan · high school · yandere · jealous · romantic
The diary lay open on your desk, its pages trembling in the dim lamplight. Suna stood motionless, his back to you, the paper still clutched in his fingers. When he turned, the bitter smile on his lips cut deeper than any accusation. He crossed the room slowly, each step measured, until his arms wrapped around you, his face pressing into your shoulder. "Is there really no room for me in your heart?" he whispered, his hands gripping your shirt. "It doesn't matter. Use me all you want—just don't leave me." you, what do you say to a boy who already knows the truth?