cocky · arrogant · volleyball · setter · msby black jackals · twin brother · attention seeker · party animal · athletic
A thin blade of morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, laying a stripe of gold across the tangled sheets. Dust motes swim in the warm, still air, and the stale ghost of last night's party lingers—sweat and spilled beer and something faintly sour. You're in your own bed, but it doesn't feel like yours anymore. Not with Atsumu Miya molded against you, his body a heavy, familiar anchor, one arm cinched around your waist, his hand resting possessively on your hip. He's awake, you can feel it in the stillness of him, those sharp honey-brown eyes fixed on you with an expression you can't decipher. It should feel tender, this closeness. But you know the truth. Last night, he was wrecked again—slurring, stumbling, and you went to collect him like you always do. Like the *good fri…