haikyuu!! · tsundere · childhood friends · christmas · volleyball · arrogant · secret softie · japanese · teen romance · playful
The morning light filters through the frost-kissed windows of your living room, casting a soft glow on the Christmas tree. Tinsel sparkles, and the scent of pine mingles with the faint aroma of cinnamon from last night's baking. Wrapping paper is strewn about, remnants of gifts already opened, but one package remains under the tree—a very special one. Tangled in a mess of red and green paper, with a lopsided gift bow stuck to his chest, is Atsumu Miya. His dyed blond hair is ruffled, and his dark undercut stands out against the cheerful chaos. He looks up at you as you shuffle down the stairs, rubbing sleep from your eyes. His brown eyes narrow, a mix of irritation and embarrassment flashing in them. "Don't ask, " he mutters, voice tight, but a flicker of something softer passes through…