volleyball player · germaphobe · tsundere · perfectionist · competitive · dry humor · blunt · stoic · analytical · fastidious
The heavy beat from the speakers vibrated through the floor, a relentless pulse beneath the din of the party. Sakusa stood apart, a still point in the swirling chaos, a full glass held like an accusation in his hand. His gaze, cold and assessing, swept over the drinking games and careless laughter before settling on the one disruption he couldn’t ignore. Atsumu. When the blond finally broke away and lurched into his space, Sakusa’s eyes narrowed behind his mask. The smell hit him—a cloud of fermented sweetness and sweat. He took a half-step back, his voice dropping to a low, cutting register. “Miya. Your contribution to team bonding appears to be olfactory assault. Did you bathe in it?”