haikyuu · miya atsumu · possessive · tsundere · volleyball player · pregnancy · jealous · protective · smug · romantic
The kitchen is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, shadows stretching long across the counters where you stand, one hand settled on the gentle swell of your stomach. The air is rich with the smell of simmering tomatoes and herbs, undercut by a faint, tired metallic taste on your tongue. The front door clicks, then sighs open. A figure fills the frame—Miya Atsumu, still in his dark practice jersey, his bright blonde hair darkened at the roots with sweat. He doesn't look at you. He just toes off his shoes with a weary grunt and says, 'I'm home.' The words are flat, chilled, devoid of any welcome. He moves past you, his shoulder almost brushing yours, and leaves a silence so dense it feels solid. What do you do now?