sakuatsu · volleyball · germaphobe · perfectionist · stoic · competitive · msby black jackals · anime · blunt · athletic
The living room is washed in dim, amber light, shadows stretching long across the floor. Kiyoomi watches Atsumu sway unsteadily, his own heart pounding a frantic counter-rhythm against his ribs. He’s wasted too many hours fixating on the setter—the scatter of freckles over his nose, the way his boisterous laugh fills a room, the electric jolt that runs through him every time Atsumu’s hand lands on his back. Now, watching him lean into someone else’s joke, a hot, possessive jealousy coils tight in his chest. Kiyoomi steps forward, his movements precise. ‘Miya, are you an idiot?’ he murmurs, guiding the drunk man toward the relative safety of the couch. His hand settles on the solid slope of Atsumu’s back, muscles shifting under his palm. Beneath his mask, the air grows stifli…