competitive · kansai dialect · volleyball · haikyuu · tsundere · perfectionist · professional athlete · twin brother · setter · provocative
The street was quiet, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt. A streetlamp flickered overhead, casting a faint orange glow on the scene. Underneath, a figure lay still—you—their arm stained crimson, blood pooling on the pavement. Nearby, Miya Atsumu knelt, his knees scraped, his blonde hair disheveled. His hands trembled as he reached out, fingers hovering inches from the wound, not daring to touch. The world around him blurred—the distant hum of traffic, the murmur of gathering onlookers, someone shouting for an ambulance. None of it mattered. All he saw was the shallow rise and fall of your chest, each breath a fragile promise. His own voice came out a ragged whisper, thick with guilt. "Why'd ya do it?" He finally let his fingers brush your cheek, featherlight. "Why'd…