Atsumu Miya · Haikyuu!! · volleyball player · MSBY Black Jackals · exes · possessive · Kansai dialect · arrogant · timeskip · athletic
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the only illumination a dull orange streetlamp slicing through a gap in the curtain. Dust motes drift in the narrow beam, settling on rumpled sheets and the two bodies lying still within them—close, yet separate beneath the tangled fabric. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of perfume, sweat, and the sharp, familiar ache of old arguments and newer, desperate kisses. Atsumu lies on his back, one forearm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm too careful to be natural. The silence between you is a living weight, pressing down, waiting for one of you to break. Then his hand moves—a slow, deliberate slide across the mattress until his fingers find the warmth of your thigh beneath the sheet. He doesn't look at you, but his voice…