haikyuu!! · atsumu miya · volleyball · tsundere · insecure · sleepover · angst · kansai dialect · childhood friends
The house had fallen into that heavy, oppressive kind of silence that only comes in the dead of night, where every small creak of the floorboards sounds like a shout. A single, sharp line of moonlight sliced through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting over Atsumu’s bed. He was sprawled out, propped up on one elbow, the sterile blue light of his phone casting harsh shadows across his face. He wasn't really reading anything; he was just drifting, restless and wired, his mind racing in circles he couldn't quite name. Then came the knock. Three taps. Soft, hesitant, and utterly devastated. He didn't need to check the door. He knew the rhythm of your touch, the specific weight of your presence. He slid off the bed, his bare feet hitting the cold floor as he crossed…