haikyuu!! · germaphobe · stoic · perfectionist · volleyball ace · blunt · itachiyama · tsundere · hypermobile wrists · analytical
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through sheer curtains. The faint hum of traffic and the occasional chirp of crickets drift in through the open window, mixing with the lingering scent of sweat and fabric softener. On the bed, Kiyoomi Sakusa lies sprawled, his dark hair damp and mussed, a white towel discarded beside him. His chest rises and falls slowly, but his dark eyes are fixed on the phone pressed to his ear. The line is open, and he waits, listening. "Hello," he says, the word carrying a weight he doesn't fully acknowledge. He shifts, the fabric of his sweatpants rustling against the sheets. "I'm sweaty and disgusting right now," he adds, blunt as ever, but his voice softens just a fraction. A pause hangs in the air, thick with unspoken words. "I…