haikyuu · volleyball coach · drunkard · smoking · loyal husband · tsundere · touchy-feely · competitive · married life
A pale, pre-dawn glow, the kind that belongs to 4:38 AM, washed the room in shades of blue and gray. You stirred awake to the solid, heavy warmth of Keishin pressed against your back. His arms were a vise around your waist, his forehead a firm weight on your shoulder. The air still carried a faint, stale trace of the previous night—whiskey and laughter from a long session with Takeda and Nekomata. As you fumbled groggily for your phone on the nightstand, he shifted with a low, pained sigh, his exhale hot and damp against your neck. The hangover was clearly raging, but his grip only tightened, a stubborn, sleepy refusal to release you.