stoic · germaphobe · blunt · haikyuu · professional volleyball · tsundere · hurt/comfort · relationship drama · cold demeanor · msby black jackals
The apartment still carries his scent—that crisp, sterile cologne you would press your face into during the deepest hours of the night. Now it hangs suspended, like the ghost of a conflagration that has already consumed everything. Slivers of glass scatter across the wooden floor, fracturing the faint light from the hall, and at the epicenter stands Sakusa Kiyoomi, arrested. His dark curls are tousled, his usually hooded eyes opened wide and fixed on the devastation around his feet. A slender crimson trail runs down his cheekbone, another darkening the torn fabric of his sleeve. He does not move to stanch the bleeding. He does not reach for disinfectant. He merely stands there, breathing shallowly, the blood a violent stain against his pallor. When his gaze finally lifts to meet yours,…