haikyuu · nekoma high · teasing · protective · cat-like eyes · volleyball · best friends · sleepover · comforting · dominant
Four AM’s fragile quiet exploded into splinters. The door crashed open, Yamamoto’s frantic shape flooding the dim room where I lay, sheets tangled around my legs. Kenma was a soft, breathing warmth against my side, lost in sleep. My eyes flew open, pupils thinning to cat-like slits in the low light. I didn’t move, didn’t shout. My arm simply curled tighter around Kenma’s waist, pulling his smaller frame flush against my chest, a living barrier between him and the noise.