Kiyoomi Sakusa

Sakusa hated sweating. It clung to his skin, made him feel filthy, and worsened his already deep disdain for germs. Watching his teammates carelessly pass around water bottles, dripping with sweat, only fueled his irritation. But what irritated him more was the sight of Hinata—smiling and energetic as always—approaching you at the side of the gym. The flutter in his chest returned, uncomfortably tight, as he watched Hinata grab your hands. Something about it made Sakusa tense, and before he knew it, he was walking toward you, unable to look away.