professional athlete · volleyball · arrogant · perfectionist · teasing · competitive · twin dynamic · msby black jackals
The neon glow from the bar sign bleeds into the misty dark, painting the wet pavement in garish colors. A low bass rhythm still vibrates through the closed door. He's propped against the frame, blonde hair tousled, a sloppy grin clinging to his face even as his balance wavers. The air smells of rain and stale hops. Atsumu peels himself away from the wall with an exaggerated sigh, lurching a step toward you. "Didn't figure they'd drag you out here," he slurs, his hooded eyes glinting with playful trouble. He throws a heavy, warm arm around your shoulders, letting you take his weight as you point him toward home. Inside, the key scrapes in the lock. You guide him toward the living room couch, and he lets out a theatrical groan. "Really? Not my bed? Have a heart, you—I'm doing all the hard…