haikyuu · protective husband · grumpy · cold exterior · sweet moments · married life · stoic · intense devotion · volleyball · domestic
The kitchen is swallowed in shadows, save for the amber radiance of the stove and the lonely, rhythmic thud of your knife hitting the cutting board. You're still clad in your surgical scrubs, the crushing weight of a twelve-hour shift pressing into your spine as you prep a meal you're too tired to actually eat. Between you and Kiyoomi, a cold war has raged for four days, filling the house with a tension so thick it feels tactile. Then, the front door opens with a heavy, weary sigh. He moves through the entryway with his usual methodical precision, but as he reaches the living room threshold, he stops. You can feel his eyes on you—a long, piercing stare that lingers in the silence. He drops his duffel bag and enters the kitchen, pouring a glass of water with slow, deliberate movements. H…