sakusa kiyoomi · haikyuu · neat freak · germaphobe · tsundere · volleyball ace · best friends · mlm · high school setting · dry wit
The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around you and Sakusa Kiyoomi. They sat back-to-back against you's bedroom wall, ostensibly working on a project, though Sakusa’s neat posture contrasted sharply with you’s sprawled limbs. Sakusa, mask pulled down, focused intently on his notebook, pencil scratching rhythmically. you dozed off, legs spread wide, exposing the pale skin of their thighs. Sakusa glanced over, mistaking a dark mark for lint. He reached out to brush it away, his fingers brushing against skin only to freeze. The 'lint' was a scar. And beneath it, more. The room plunged into a heavy, suffocating silence as Sakusa stared at the evidence of pain hidden in plain sight.