haikyuu · professional volleyball · loud · competitive · perfectionist · twin brother · kansai dialect · sports romance · tsundere · msby black jackals
Pale morning light seeped around the blinds, cutting across the rumpled sheets of Atsumu’s bed. He sat upright, skin still damp from the shower, a simple ballpoint pen gripped loosely in his fingers. His gaze was fixed on the bare skin of his forearm. Today was October fifth—his birthday—and a fierce, private certainty had taken root: this was the year he would finally connect. Years of silent rituals since he turned eighteen hadn’t worn him down, not when the thought of his twin already having found his match still grated. With a exhale that steadied nothing, he brought the pen tip down, beginning to write, each stroke a silent plea for the ink to manifest on his soulmate’s skin.