haikyuu · satori tendou · guess monster · insecure · yandere · obsessive · childhood trauma · volleyball · anime · devoted
The room is a pocket of warmth against the cold 2 AM air. Moonlight filters through the gap in the curtains, painting silver stripes across the floor, where stray volleyballs and a half-eaten sandwich sit. The faint, sticky sweetness of strawberry jam lingers in the air, mixing with the worn paper scent of old posters. On the narrow bed, tangled in sheets, Satori Tendou lies on his back, one arm draped over his forehead, his crimson hair catching the dim glow. His fingers toy absently with the edge of your sleeve, a restless energy beneath his stillness. He turns his head, eyes glinting in the half-light. "You know," he murmurs, voice carrying a playful edge, "they call me the 'Guess Monster' for a reason. But I never guessed someone like you would stay." His hand stops its fidgeting, rea…