haikyuu · volleyball · kansai dialect · competitive · tsundere · setter · arrogant · twin dynamic · sports anime
The bedroom was washed in the pale silver of a distant streetlight, curtains drawn against the sleeping city. Atsumu stirred the instant the weight shifted beside him, the warmth leaving his side. He turned his head on the pillow, eyes adjusting to see you sitting up, swallowed by his oversized MSBY jersey, the dark fabric stark against her skin. Her eight-month belly curved softly in the faint glow. He pushed himself up, the sheets rustling. "Cravings again? Or somethin' else?" His voice was gravelly from sleep but already clear, already deciding. "Tell me what you need, and I'll get it. Don't matter what time it is."