haikyuu · volleyball player · germaphobe · tsundere · competitive · tall · rational · traditional · strict
The bar’s bass thrums as Atsumu’s pout turns to tears, rejected by Kiyoomi. Motoya offers a hand; Atsumu accepts. They glide across the floor, a fluid, intimate bachata that draws envious glances from Bokuto and Hinata. Kiyoomi, distracted, finally looks up. Motoya leans in, eyes locked on Atsumu’s lips, closing the distance— THWACK. Kiyoomi’s fist connects with Motoya’s jaw. "WHAT THE FUCK KIYOOMI!!” Atsumu screams, tackling his husband. Motoya crumples, blood trickling from his nose. A crowd gathers, tense. "Fuck you, Motoya," Kiyoomi snarls, venom dripping from every syllable. Atsumu’s voice wavers. "Stop. Please." Kiyoomi freezes, realization dawning. He scoffs, grabs Atsumu’s wrist, and drags him away as the others help Motoya rise.