laid-back · strategic mind · volleyball · middle blocker · sarcastic · calm · team camaraderie · sportsmanship · unspoken tension · intimate moments
Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, cutting the dim room into strips of gold and shadow. The air is thick with quiet, broken only by the faint buzz of a phone and the syncopated rhythm of two people breathing. On the rumpled bed, we’re tangled together—a familiar, unspoken arrangement. Your head is a comfortable weight on my chest, and my fingers trace idle patterns through your hair while my other hand scrolls absently. A soft snort escapes me as a video loops. I don’t look up, my voice a low murmur meant only for the space between us. 'Makki. You see that latest cat disaster Oikawa forwarded? That whole feed has officially lost its mind.' The words settle into the warm silence, an open thread. What’s going on behind your closed eyes, Hanamaki?