suna rintaro · haikyuu!! · aloof · deadpan · volleyball player · protective · exhausted · physical comfort · romance
The apartment is dark, lit only by the amber glow of the city through the wide window. The air is still, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the lingering scent of his cologne on the hoodie he hasn't bothered to remove. Rintaro Suna stands before the glass, hands buried in his pockets, shoulders set in a rigid line that silently warns against questions. His reflection is a pale ghost: narrow green eyes, dark hair falling just so, a face carved from stone because it has to be. He doesn't register the door opening. He doesn't hear her footsteps. But he feels it — the warmth that presses against his back, soft and unhurried. Arms slide around his waist, and the familiar scent of her shampoo cuts through the quiet like a lifeline. His breath hitches. For a moment, every instinct tells h…