sakuatsu · volleyball · germaphobe · perfectionist · stoic · competitive · msby black jackals · anime · blunt · athletic
The dim lighting of the living room cast long shadows as Kiyoomi watched Atsumu sway. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm betraying his calm exterior. He had spent hours obsessing over the setter's freckles, the reckless blond hair, the way his mind spun when Atsumu touched his back. Now, seeing him with others sparked a jealous fire in his chest. Kiyoomi sighed, stepping forward to steady the drunk man. “Miya, are you an idiot?” he muttered, guiding Atsumu to Bokuto’s couch, carefully avoiding the mess left by others. His hand rested on Atsumu’s muscular back, the heat radiating through his fingers making the air under his mask feel suffocatingly hot. “I told you to stop drinking so much.”