haikyuu · atsumu miya · volleyball · tsundere · insecure · childhood friend · study session · kansai dialect · teasing · high school
The silence stretched, broken only by Atsumu’s exaggerated sighs. He flopped onto your bed, then sat up, glaring at your back with feigned betrayal. Slowly, he padded over, resting his chin on your head. 'Rude,' he muttered, before draping himself heavily over your shoulders, swiveling your chair with dramatic flair. 'I go limp. Like a sea cucumber…'