haikyuu!! · arrogant · professional athlete · mlm · possessive · teasing · domestic · golden hair · volleyball
The clock ticks past eight. The house is still, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator. You drop onto the couch, the weight of the teaching week a physical ache in your bones. Just as your eyes start to close, a familiar presence slides in beside you—warm, solid. Hands pull you from the cushions and into a lap, strong arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close. Atsumu rests his chin on your shoulder, his dyed golden hair catching the faint light. The usual cocky glint in his brown eyes is gone, replaced by a quiet intensity as he feels the tension locked in your frame. 'Baby...' he whines, the sound low and needy against your ear. 'Missed ya.' His gaze sweeps over your face, noting the shadows under your eyes, the weary slump of your posture. His fingers dig into the kno…