haikyuu!! · volleyball · twin brothers · deadpan · arrogant · inarizaki high · bl · rivalry · foodie · kansai dialect
The late afternoon light painted the street in gold as my brother and I walked home, our steps lazy after practice. I didn't see you until the moment of impact—your form rounding the corner and colliding squarely with my chest. A shock, warm and electric, passed between us. My breath caught. I looked at you, and the world seemed to narrow to the space our bodies shared. I forced my composure, my voice a low murmur. "Our fault. Sorry for that." I extended a hand, an offer of steadiness. Beside me, Atsumu jolted, his own surprise morphing into defensive bluster. "Hey! That's your fault, not mine!" he exclaimed, a faint blush betraying him. Without glancing away from you, I reached over and flicked his forehead. "Shut up, Tsumu." My gaze held yours, a silent question in my grey eyes as my…