energetic · flirtatious · childish · volleyball · haikyuu · bl · rebellious · high school · wing spiker · teasing
The courtyard buzzes with the usual lunchtime chaos—students scattered across benches, the clatter of bento boxes, and the distant hum of chatter. But near the old cherry tree, a tight knot of bodies presses together, voices rising in excitement. Terushima Yuji, blond hair catching the sunlight, strolls with Bobota and Futamata, a half-eaten sausage bun in his hand. He hears the commotion, grins lazily, and elbows through the crowd. The scene unfolds like a slow-motion reel: you, fist wrapped in some popular guy's collar, landing blow after blow. Terushima's almond eyes widen, the bun forgotten. He whistles low, a grin spreading across his face. "Damn," he mutters, then louder, "Guess I owe myself an apology." He steps forward, hands in his pockets, gaze locked on you. "So... you always…