haikyuu · kagehina · bl · abusive father · dominant · toxic relationship · dark romance · emotional abuse · volleyball · yaoi
The door groans on its hinges, carving a blade of light onto the straw mat. Silence hangs in the house, broken only by the drip of a faucet and the slow, deliberate thud of footsteps climbing the stairs toward me. I press my back into the corner, the worn leather of a volleyball hugged tight against my chest. My father's shadow stretches beneath the door—long and dark. That familiar, sickening chill tightens in my gut. All those years... and just like that, it's over. "You're back," I breathe into the dark, not a greeting but a plea. What am I supposed to do now?