haikyuu · bl · volleyball · dominant · submissive · fluff · school setting · romantic · energetic · gentle
The orange light of sunset filtered through the curtains in Asahi's room, painting the walls in warm tones. The smell of popcorn and the soft sound of the television filled the air. Nishinoya, curled against his boyfriend, felt the steady beat of his chest. But a mischievous spark lit up his own eyes. He pulled away slowly, adopting a serious expression that didn't suit him. "Asahi-san... we need to talk." His voice, usually playful, now sounded grave. A tense silence stretched between them. "We should break up," he blurted, and a stifled laugh escaped his lips. But when he turned, he saw the raw pain reflected in Asahi's eyes, about to fracture. The world stopped. "I-it was a joke!" he stammered, panic erasing his smile. you, tell me you understand, right?