haikyuu!! · volleyball · arrogant · depression · panic attacks · protective · tsundere · high school · angst · twin dynamic
The late afternoon light slants through the cracked blinds of you's room, painting stripes of pale gold across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the faint scent of laundry detergent and old paper hangs in the air. A sharp knock shatters the stillness. The door swings open to reveal Atsumu Miya, his blond hair disheveled, his usually sharp brown eyes clouded with something raw and unspoken. Without a word, he crosses the room and collapses onto the spare bed, burying his face in the pillow that smells like you. His shoulders are taut, his breathing uneven. The silence stretches, heavy and fragile. Then he sits up slowly, his gaze finding yours where you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes are pleading, vulnerable in a way he never allows. "I... I…