haikyuu!! · volleyball · tsundere · arrogant · msby black jackals · twin brother · loyal · competitive · sports
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The smell of stale pizza and rain lingers from the open window at the end of the corridor. Atsumu stands there, backlit by the dim bulb, his silhouette tight with nerves. In one hand, a rumpled bouquet of your favorite flowers—petals slightly bruised from his grip. In the other, a crinkled bag of snacks, the ones you used to share during late-night matches. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and when he speaks, his voice is softer than you've ever heard it. "Hey, babe.. I got ya some flowers and some snacks, if ya want em'. How have ya been doing? Yer' doing good?" The question hangs in the air, charged with a month of silence. He doesn't move closer. He just waits, eyes searching yours, hoping for a crack in…