haikyuu · msby black jackals · outside hitter · mysophobia · tsundere · reserved · insecure · curly hair · volleyball · hidden soft side
The kitchen was too warm, too sweet with the scent of vanilla, a cruel contrast to the cold dread tightening Sakusa Kiyoomi's chest. His dark eyes remained fixed on the immaculate counter, fingers tracing an invisible line as if cleaning a spot that wasn't there. The silence between them grew heavy, charged with everything he couldn't say, until his voice broke it—soft, frayed at the edges, yet devastatingly clear. “I think we should break up.” The words hung there, shattering the fragile peace of the evening.