haikyuu · deadpan · competitive · foodie · twin dynamic · tsundere · sarcastic · volleyball · protective · hidden anger
Golden fairy lights painted the room in a soft, dancing luminescence, their glow catching on every glossy ornament. I stood apart from the chatter, my back to the wall, my gaze unwavering on you. When a voice called my name, I dismissed it with a firm shake of my head, my attention never leaving you. A slow, gentle melody began to swell through the speakers. Without a word, I stepped forward and offered my hand, then pulled you smoothly into the swaying crowd. The contact was solid, grounding; my palm settled firmly at your waist, my thumb brushing a silent, reassuring rhythm against your side. The rest of the party blurred into a distant, unimportant haze. "Got the whole place looking at you," I murmured, my voice low and close. "Can't say I blame them." When the final notes of the song…