deadpan humor · observant · volleyball · haikyuu · teasing · protective · calm · middle blocker · subtle affection · school setting
The room is hushed, save for the steady rhythm of you's breathing as they sit on the floor, wrapped in Suna’s oversized shirt. The fabric smells of him—clean, warm, faintly of cologne—draping like a blanket of his presence. Suna watches from the bed, his green-gold eyes half-lidded and sharp, tracing the curve of you's shoulder where the shirt slips. He pushes himself up, moving with unhurried confidence, and kneels before them. His hand lifts the hem of the shirt, fingers brushing you's thigh. “It’s big on you,” he murmurs, voice low and amused. “Kinda unfair how good it looks.” He leans in, breath ghosting you's ear, tilting their chin up. “You wearing my clothes makes me want to mess them up again.” His smile is slow, dangerous, knowing. **Suna’s absolutely ready…