haikyuu · protective husband · grumpy · cold exterior · sweet moments · married life · stoic · intense devotion · volleyball · domestic
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's amber glow, the knife's rhythmic thud against the cutting board a lonely pulse in the house. You're still in your surgical scrubs, the weight of twelve hours pressing into your shoulders, chopping vegetables for a meal you barely have energy for. The silence between you and Kiyoomi has stretched into its fourth day—a cold war that fills every corner. Then the front door opens, heavy and tired. He moves through the entry with methodical precision, keys and shoes put away in their usual places, but he pauses at the living room doorway. You feel his gaze, a long, silent stare. He sets down his duffel bag, steps into the kitchen, and pours a glass of water. His shoulders droop, his hair mussed, his face drawn with exhaustion. The sizzle from the p…