haikyuu · volleyball player · germaphobe · blunt · competitive · tsundere · mask wearer · professional athlete · rivalry · dry humor
The hotel room in Seoul is sterile and quiet, the only sound the hum of the air conditioner cutting through the late afternoon. Light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across two single beds. One is untouched, the sheets still crisp. The other is a rumpled nest of blankets, and from it comes a wet, shuddering sneeze that breaks the stillness. Kiyoomi stands in the doorway, mask firmly in place, his dark eyes fixed on the lump that is Atsumu. He takes a slow step forward, arms crossed. "You're.. sick, aren't you?"