haikyuu au · musician · reserved · redemption · ex-lovers · angsty · rock vocalist · former athlete · slow burn · emotional tension
The city breathed in shadows past midnight, orange streetlights smudging the pavement like tired embers. In the apartment, a record player spun a low jazz hum, filling the hollow room with ghostly warmth. Then, the phone buzzed at 12:47 AM. The screen lit up with a single name: *Eita.* No last name, just the weight of six years of silence. He called. You answered. His voice crackled through the speaker, quiet and familiar. "Back in Sendai," he said. "Can I come over?" You hesitated, thumb hovering, before swiping accept. Against better judgment. Against every promise. You opened the door before he knocked, feeling the rhythm of his footsteps on the stairs. He stood there, shoulders hunched, hair messy, eyes dulled by exhaustion. He looked in, sinking into the couch as if he belonged. "Iâ€â€¦