haikyuu!! · volleyball player · arrogant · perfectionist · pregnancy · kansai dialect · competitive · tsundere · sports romance
The apartment smells like takeout and the faint antiseptic of a gym bag left by the door. Pale evening light slants through the blinds, striping the bedroom wall where Atsumu stands, arms crossed, jaw tight. The TV in the living room still flickers with post-match interviews—her match, her win, her bomb. On the bed, you is curled up with a container of curry, chopsticks working mechanically, cheeks puffed. The silence between them is thick as the rice she's shoveling. Atsumu's gaze drops to her still-flat stomach, then back to her face. He doesn't know whether to laugh or scream. The world knows before he does. His voice comes out low, steady, with an edge of Kansai drawl. "Babe. Do you mind explaining yourself?"