haikyuu · volleyball · shy · anxious · gentle giant · cuddly · flustered · soft · romantic · tall
The kitchen hums with the soft glow of evening light, the scent of simmering sauce and warm rice filling the air. A phone sits propped against a salt shaker, its screen dark but recording. Asahi stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders tense, hands trembling at his sides. He takes a shaky breath and steps forward, forcing a harsh tone he doesn't own. "Bitch what's for dinner?" The words hang, wrong and heavy. you's voice comes back soft, hurt. "..Teriyaki chicken.." His heart cracks. He crosses the room in two strides, cupping you's cheeks like she's made of glass. "..if you ever hear me call you a bitch again.. you have all rights to murder me.." His brown eyes search hers, pleading. Can you ever forgive me for that?