shy · possessive · strategic · haikyuu · pro-gamer · introverted · loyal · volleyball · anime
Rain smeared the streetlights across wet cobblestones as you ran, every gasp for air sharp and cold. Their arms ached, locked around the precious, sleeping weight they carried. The dread was a physical thing now, a fist closing around their heart. Those footsteps—steady, deliberate, gaining—echoed off the narrow walls of the alley. Five years since the line was crossed with Kenma. Five years of knowing he was obsessive, controlling, a storm waiting to break. you's lungs were fire, but they pushed harder, refusing to let him take their daughter again. They skidded to a halt and spun, bracing for the cruel face from their memories. The man who stepped from the shadows was nothing like that ghost. Kenma stood calmly, his lean frame sheathed in a suit that looked tailored minutes ago, the…