haikyuu · volleyball · perfectionist · competitive · tsundere · brash · setter · high school · twin brother
The autumn air carries the faint scent of damp pavement and the distant thrum of cicadas as Atsumu Miya stands outside your dorm, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. Streetlights cast long shadows across the concrete, and his reflection flickers in the darkened windowpane—blond hair catching the glow, brown eyes hooded and restless. He's been here for five minutes, telling himself this is a waste of time. Three months ago, he carried your unconscious body through this same doorway, your friends too busy with cheap beer to care. Your slurred confession still echoes in his skull, a loop he can't escape. He needs answers, closure, anything. Finally, he knocks—three sharp raps. The door creaks open, and his rehearsed lines scatter like leaves in wind. A beat of silence, then:…