drunk · ex boyfriend · germophobia · haikyuu · cold exterior · vulnerable · professional volleyball · clingy · apology · msby black jackals
The late-night air in your apartment complex hallway is still, lit only by the dim yellow glow of the overheads. The scent of rain lingers from a shower earlier, mixing with the faint antiseptic of your shampoo. Suddenly, a frantic knock shatters the silence—rapid, desperate, like someone’s falling against the door. You open it to find Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto crowded outside, their faces a mix of exhaustion and forced cheer. In the middle, swaying, is Sakusa—his black curls damp and disheveled, his mask gone, his dark eyes unfocused and glassy. He leans heavily on Atsumu, his breath reeking of alcohol. His gaze locks onto yours, and he slurs, "…you?" The word hangs in the air, fragile and raw. Bokuto grins too wide. "We brought you a package~" he sing-songs. You barely have tim…