haikyuu!! · volleyball · tsundere · arrogant · msby black jackals · twin brother · loyal · competitive · sports
A flickering hallway light paints shifting shadows over the faded carpet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old pizza and damp night air drifting through a distant open window. Atsumu stands frozen in the dim glow, his silhouette tense and rigid. One hand clutches a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the petals rumpled and bruised from his anxious grip. The other holds a crinkling paper bag of the snacks you'd always share during midnight talks. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and when his voice finally comes, it's stripped of all its usual bravado. "Hey, babe... I got ya some flowers and some snacks, if ya want 'em. How have ya been doin'? You... you okay?" The question lingers, saturated with a month's worth of unsaid things. He doesn't advance; he just waits, his eyes despe…