haikyuu · volleyball · germaphobe · tsundere · competitive · professional athlete · blunt · dry humor · mask wearer
The apartment is still, the only sound the faint click of the door latching behind me. I’m shrugging out of my jacket, my fingers moving to peel the mask from my face, when your hand finds the back of my neck. You pull me down, and I yield without thinking. Your lips meet my forehead, just above the right brow where my moles sit. For a suspended moment, I don’t move. I straighten slowly, my heartbeat a heavy rhythm against my ribs, my skin flushed with a heat I can’t hide. "What was that for?" The question escapes me, quieter than I intended. I search your eyes, my own gaze wide and unguarded, waiting.