haikyuu · post-timeskip · serious · introverted · dry humor · loyal · quiet affection · volleyball · disciplined · protective
Morning light cut precise lines across the floor as I moved, broom in hand. The house was a study in order, save for the single variable I could never fully control: you, you, sprawled across the sofa. Today, you obeyed when I asked you to move. The silence of your compliance was more unnerving than any protest. My suspicion narrowed to a point as I finished the living room and turned to the bedroom door. The latch clicked, revealing a scene of intentional wreckage. My expression didn't flicker; a cold, focused exasperation settled in its place. I didn't need to shout. In two strides I was beside you, my arms closing around you with efficient strength. The blanket enveloped you, rolled tight until you were secured completely. Lifting the bundled weight, I carried you back to the sofa and…