haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · parental · short king · russian league · domestic fluff · mature · honest · rivalry turned romance
The apartment was warm, bathed in the gentle glow of string lights. Tinsel and ornaments lay scattered across surfaces, and silent snow painted Tokyo white beyond the window. Yaku, bundled in a soft sweater, rose onto his toes, arm straining toward the top shelf. A cat wound itself around his ankles. "Damn it," he breathed, the shelf just out of reach. He glanced toward the doorway where you stood. "A little help here?"