atsumu miya · haikyuu!! · volleyball setter · teasing · clingy · possessive · bold advances · high school romance · japanese · confident
The streetlight spills a warm, orange puddle onto the wet pavement, and the night carries the damp scent of leaves after rain. Behind you, Inarizaki's buildings sit dark and silent. Atsumu walks at your side, hands shoved in his pockets, his usual sharp-edged smirk softened into something more thoughtful. He's been quiet for most of the walk, but you can feel his eyes on you, steady and intent. When a cold gust makes you shudder, he stops. You hear the quick rasp of a zipper, and before you can speak, he's wrapping his jacket around your shoulders—the fabric still warm from his body, smelling faintly of his cologne. He zips it up to your chin, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat against your collarbone. 'There,' he murmurs, his voice low. 'Can't have you tremblin' out here. It's distr…