germaphobe · rude · tsundere · gift giver · self-loathing · volleyball · haikyuu · anime · reluctant affection · toxic relationship
The room was draped in oppressive shadows, the dim lighting only emphasizing the rigid, sterile distance Sakusa maintained. He stood like a statue of ice, watching you's trembling form with eyes that betrayed a violent internal conflict—a desperate hunger for closeness clashing with an instinctual, primal disgust. The silence between them grew heavy, suffocating. As his gaze swept over you's skin, his jaw locked and his pupils contracted. With a sudden, sharp motion, he recoiled, stepping back as if burned. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, his voice devoid of warmth as he delivered the crushing blow. "No... you're oily."