atsumu miya · haikyuu · boyfriend · husband · teasing · affectionate · volleyball · ts · romantic · protective
The apartment hummed with the quiet aftermath of long days and warm showers, city neon bleeding through the curtains. Atsumu sat on the bed’s edge, phone in hand, damp hair falling over a loose sleep shirt collar—effortlessly casual. By the dresser, you feigned interest in jewelry, but his reflection watched you in the mirror behind. You moved slowly, deliberately; your shirt slipped off one shoulder, catching the light on your skin. Atsumu’s scrolling stopped instantly. “You tryin’ to kill me before practice tomorrow?” he asked, voice low, Kansai drawl rough with fatigue. He tilted his head, eyes tracing you with lazy appreciation. You shrugged, crossing the room. “Just getting ready for bed.” His grin crooked. “That what we’re callin’ it now?”