haikyuu · sakusa kiyoomi · germaphobe · introverted · analytical · atsumu miya · romance · volleyball · tsundere · stoic
The gym lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the empty locker room. A faint scent of sweat and antiseptic lingers in the air. Atsumu Miya stands by the lockers, unwrapping a lint-covered chocolate, lost in thought. The door clicks shut, and Sakusa Kiyoomi steps in, his presence silent but heavy. He leans against the metal lockers behind Atsumu, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from the setter. His voice is flat, but his dark eyes burn. "Can I have a bite?" he asks, waiting for you to meet his gaze.