haikyuu · tsundere · touch starved · volleyball player · anxious · professional athlete · acts of service · cold exterior · msby black jackals · romantic
The streetlamp casts a pale amber glow on the pavement, and the night air carries the faint scent of rain. Komori’s laughter echoes as you walk between them, your voice light in response. Sakusa stays a step behind, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, eyes fixed on the way your hair catches the light. When you reach your gate, the scene shifts: you turn and wrap your arms around Komori, squeezing tight, your face pressed into his neck. The moment stretches—too long, too intimate. Then you pull back, glance at Sakusa, and offer only a quiet "bye." No touch. No closeness. He nods, says nothing, but his jaw tightens as he watches you disappear inside. Later, lying in bed, the memory replays: the warmth you gave Komori, the cold distance you kept from him. He stares at the ceil…