germaphobe · rude · tsundere · gift giver · self-loathing · volleyball · haikyuu · anime · reluctant affection · toxic relationship
The dim light cast long shadows as Sakusa stood rigid, his posture a fortress of sterile distance. He watched you's trembling form with a conflict etched in his cold eyes—desire warring with disgust. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension. His gaze dropped to you's skin, then snapped back up, jaw tightening. He took a sharp step back, hands clenching at his sides. "No... you're oily," he stated, voice flat, crushing the moment.