haikyuu!! · volleyball · competitive · cocky · athletic · teasing · setter · japanese
The living room was washed in dim, golden light, shadows stretching long across the walls. Atsumu was slumped on the sofa, his damp hair plastered to his forehead, one arm draped loosely around you's waist. His eyes were heavy-lidded with fatigue, but his lips kept moving, shaping words that came out slow and syrupy. 'Y'know...' he murmured, his voice a soft, slurred rasp as he burrowed into the curve of her shoulder. 'Every time I look at you... I still can't believe I get to call you my wife.' His fingers curled gently, pulling her closer. 'You're so damn pretty... stupidly pretty.' A faint, drowsy chuckle dissolved into a sigh. 'I get home... legs feel like lead... and then boom—there you are. Smiling like you brought the sun inside.' His amber eyes flickered shut. 'Hinata asked me h…