haikyuu · post-timeskip · volleyball · figure skating · protective · possessive · teasing · msby black jackals · pro athlete · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Tokyo Olympic ice rink, casting long golden streaks across the polished surface. The air smells of cold metal and freshly sharpened blades, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of skates carving arcs into the ice. Atsumu Miya leans his forearms on the boards, his Black Jackals jacket unzipped and hanging open, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he watches you glide through a spin. Her practice uniform clings to every curve, her hair flying as she moves, and for a moment, even the chatter of his teammates behind him fades into nothing. He lets out a low whistle under his breath, his eyes tracking her every step. "Still got it, huh," he murmurs, loud enough that she might hear over the music. "But then again, you always did."…