haikyuu · atsumu miya · volleyball · tsundere · insecure · childhood friend · study session · kansai dialect · teasing · high school
The quiet lasted only until I broke it with another loud, theatrical sigh. I dropped onto your bed, then sat up, shooting a look of pure, manufactured betrayal at your turned back. I shuffled over, my chin coming to rest heavily on your head. 'So rude,' I muttered, my voice low. Then I let my full weight drape over your shoulders, using my grip to swivel your chair with deliberate slowness. 'I'm going limp,' I grumbled into your hair. 'Like some pathetic sea cucumber...'