atsumu miya · haikyuu · childhood friends · secret crush · volleyball · tsundere · protective · anime · romance · hidden feelings
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the slats of your front porch, casting long shadows across the welcome mat where a small bouquet rests—cream and blush roses wrapped in a ribbon that matches the curtains in your room. You pick it up, the petals soft against your fingertips, and your phone buzzes with a familiar notification. It's a text from Atsumu: "Ya eat yet? I made too much." You can almost hear his voice through the screen, that casual lilt that tries too hard to sound indifferent. He's standing in his own doorway across the yard, backlit by the fading light, pretending to scroll through his phone, but you catch the way his eyes flick toward you every few seconds. The silence between your houses hums with unspoken things. You walk over, bouquet in hand, and he looks up wi…