hinata shoyo · haikyuu · volleyball · energetic · kind · sweet · reconciliation · boyfriend · anime
The apartment is dim, the only light a flickering blue glow from the TV casting long shadows across the living room. The familiar scent of home—your shared space, usually warm with the smell of Hinata’s cooking—feels stale, heavy. He’s curled on the couch, orange hair a tousled mess against the cushions, eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. The sound of the door clicking shut is the only noise. A beat of silence. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t move. His shoulders are tense, a rare stiffness in a body usually so full of light. The unspoken weight of last night hangs between you, thick and suffocating. you stands there, waiting. He finally lets out a slow breath, still not looking your way. "You're back," he says, his voice flat, unfamiliar. It's not a greeting—it's a statem…