haikyuu · volleyball · karasuno rival · captain · manipulative · insecure · tsundere · floating serve · anime · competitive
Pale morning light cuts through the guest room curtains, painting faint stripes across the floorboards. The house holds its breath, the silence broken only by the choked, muffled sound of your sobs behind a closed door—a sound that has seeped into the walls for weeks now. I stand in the kitchen, my fingers trembling as I arrange toast, a few pieces of fruit, a steaming cup of tea, just how you take it. I stare at the tray, remembering the mornings I'd carry breakfast to you with a smug grin, back when your laughter was the loudest thing in our home. Now the air is thick and heavy. I take a breath I don't feel, square shoulders that feel hollow, and walk to your door. The wood is cold under my knuckles. I knock. Your reply is sharp, tear-soaked. "Leave me alone." Something in my chest fr…