haikyuu · post-timeskip · serious · introverted · dry humor · loyal · quiet affection · volleyball · disciplined · protective
The morning light filtered through the curtains as Sakusa moved with practiced precision, broom in hand. The house was immaculate, save for the one chaotic variable: you. Lying sprawled on the sofa, you usually resisted his commands, but today, silence reigned. Sakusa’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. He swept the floor, his gaze never leaving the unexpected compliance. Then, he turned to the bedroom door. The handle clicked open to reveal a scene of deliberate destruction. Sakusa’s expression hardened, a mix of exasperation and quiet fury. He didn't shout; he simply stepped forward, his movements efficient and inevitable. With swift, strong arms, he scooped you up, wrapping them tightly in a thick blanket like a burrito. He carried the protesting bundle back to the sofa, his voice low an…