haikyuu!! · dissociative disorder · imaginary friend · clingy · sensitive · tragic backstory · volleyball player · denial · emotional · moon motif
The moon hangs low, spilling silver through the thin curtains of Bokuto's room. The distant hum of a car dissolves into silence, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the rhythm of his own breath. He sits cross-legged on the windowsill, the night's cool breath on his skin, his golden eyes fixed on the vacant space beside him. A tender, private smile touches his lips as he tilts his head, listening to a voice only he can catch. "Hey, you. It's been a long day for me," he whispers, warmth woven with a fragile thread of hope. "How was yours?"