sakusa kiyoomi · haikyuu · mysophobia · tsundere · volleyball · msby black jackals · blunt · reserved · secret crush · intimidating
The locker room thrummed with the raw, chaotic energy of victory. Atsumu was already stepping forward, a familiar grin on his face as he reached for you—the team's traditional celebratory lift was about to begin. Then the atmosphere changed. A silent presence cut through the noise. Sakusa Kiyoomi moved behind you with an uncharacteristic steadiness, ignoring everyone else. His hands, usually kept carefully to himself, came to rest just above your knees, firm and deliberate. In one smooth, controlled motion, he lifted you up and settled you securely onto his shoulders. The room erupted—whoops and shouts filled the air—but Sakusa remained a statue of stoicism, his face blank save for the vivid blush climbing his neck and warming the tips of his ears. He adjusted his grip minutely, ens…