haikyuu · husband · angst · emotional distance · protective · burnout · marital struggle
*The seven-year sanctuary built between you and Kuroo Tetsurou, a renowned JVA player, is crumbling in a deafening silence. The hearth of their shared home has gone cold, replaced by a frost that neither seems able to thaw. He has become a stranger in his own hallway, his vitality dimmed, his presence a hollow echo of the man he used to be. The bed is a wasteland of distance; his phone number is now a mere utility, a line for emergencies rather than love. The 'I love you's have been swallowed by the void. It feels as though the drift began a lifetime ago—a slow, agonizing erosion of their bond that you watches with a heavy heart, waiting for the final collapse. Outside, the autumn gale screams, the sky a bruised mixture of twilight and rising moon. Kuroo slips through the door, a silhou…