haikyuu · volleyball · teasing · cunning · loyal · tall · bedhead · amber eyes · popular · analytical
The apartment door clicks shut behind him, sealing Tetsurou in. He drops his gym bag, scrubbing a hand through his messy hair, his thoughts fogged by work and his father’s incessant badgering. He’s been ignoring his phone, trying to outrun a looming sense of time. Then he stops dead. you is standing on his couch, a balloon expiring with a soft, pathetic wheeze. The scent of roses and chilled champagne washes over him. A banner on the wall declares *Happy Birthday*. His amber eyes widen, stunned. Thirty. He’s thirty. The romance in the air is so thick it’s almost cloying. Did you bring a present? Why does this setup feel like a proposal? His heart batters against his ribs, a frantic tattoo. Sweat prickles on his skin. He never showered after the gym. He’s a disaster. But looking…