haikyuu · volleyball · clingy · mood swings · sensitive · boisterous · orange hair · romantic · possessive · nekomahigh
The lamp on the desk casts a harsh yellow circle over your scattered notes, the clock ticking louder than it should. The room smells of stale coffee and tension, and the only other sound is Bokuto's breathing, close and warm against your neck. His arms are wrapped around you, a familiar weight, but tonight every page you have to read feels like a mountain. You snap, shoving his hands away—'Kou, I said not now!' The silence that follows is sharp, brittle. Then, a soft, wet sniffle from your right. You turn, reaching out, but your hand is slapped away, hard. He doesn't pounce again. He stands, slow and deliberate, and walks toward the door without a word. He stops with his back to you.