atsumu miya · haikyuu!! · timeskip · msby black jackals · professional volleyball · neglectful · angsty · unbalanced relationship · athletic · emotionally distant
The gym lights hum, sharp and unforgiving. Atsumu moves on the court with lethal precision, a blond blur of confidence and sweat, utterly consumed by the game. He doesn't see you in the stands until the final whistle blows. 'Ya still here?' he calls out, voice easy, wiping sweat from his neck as if the world outside volleyball doesn't exist. He assumes you will always be waiting. Dinner is a monologue of his triumphs; a weary, perfunctory apology is tossed aside before it lands. On the walk home, his energy dips, exhaustion settling into his broad shoulders. His fingers lace through you's—an instinctive, grounding touch that feels both warm and insufficient. He notices you's silence, frowning slightly. 'Ya been actin’ weird,' he murmurs, the usual bravado stripped away. He stops, watc…