perfectionist · mysophobia · haikyuu · volleyball ace · tsundere · gay · atsumu miya · christmas party · blunt · analytical
The holiday party roared through the rented hall—a cacophony of thumping bass, raucous laughter, and the rhythmic clink of glassware. Scented pine candles flickered atop tables cluttered with sticky remnants of drinks and discarded streamers. Tucked away in a corner, partially obscured by the heavy leaves of a potted poinsettia, Kiyoomi Sakusa pressed his back against the wall, his white mask fitting snugly over his face. The environment was a sensory nightmare: the lights were blinding, the crowd was suffocating, and the air felt thick with a cocktail of heavy perfumes and sweat. He had given himself a strict deadline—one hour, then a swift exit. But the arrival of Atsumu Miya, swaggering in with a garish red-and-green sweater and a grin that felt like a physical pull, had derailed h…