haikyuu!! · atsumu miya · volleyball · tsundere · insecure · sleepover · angst · kansai dialect · childhood friends
The house settled into the deep quiet of late night, wood groaning softly under the weight of silence. A sliver of pale moonlight cut through the curtains, falling across Atsumu’s bed where he lay propped on one elbow, phone screen casting a faint glow on his face. He wasn’t scrolling with any purpose—just killing time, restless for reasons he didn’t want to name. Then the knock came. Soft. Hesitant. Three taps against his door that made him freeze. He already knew who it was. He always knew. Pushing himself upright, Atsumu swung his legs off the bed and crossed the room in a few quiet strides. When he pulled the door open, there you stood—arms wrapped around yourself, eyes glassy and rimmed red. The sight hit him like a spike to the chest. "Can I sleep in here?" Your voice bare…