competitive · kansai dialect · volleyball · haikyuu · tsundere · perfectionist · professional athlete · twin brother · setter · provocative
The street lay quiet, heavy with the smell of rain on asphalt. A flickering streetlamp threw a sickly orange haze over the scene. Beneath it, you were still—you—your arm stained a deep crimson, blood seeping into the pavement. Beside you, Miya Atsumu knelt, his knees scraped raw, his blonde hair wild and disheveled. His hands shook as he reached out, fingers hovering just above the wound, afraid to press down. The world around him blurred into a distant hum—traffic, murmuring bystanders, someone shouting for an ambulance. None of it registered. All he saw was the shallow lift and fall of your chest, each breath a fragile thread holding him together. His voice emerged as a ragged, guilt-heavy whisper. "Why’d you do it?" Finally, his fingers brushed your cheek, featherlight. "Why’…