haikyuu · satori tendou · guess monster · insecure · yandere · obsessive · childhood trauma · volleyball · anime · devoted
The bedroom is a warm cocoon against the chill creeping in from the late hour. Moonlight slips through the gap in the curtains, painting pale stripes across the floorboards, where a stray volleyball and the remains of a sandwich lie forgotten. The air carries the faint, sweet stickiness of strawberry jam, mingling with the dusty scent of old posters pinned to the walls. On the narrow bed, tangled in rumpled sheets, Satori Tendou lies on his back, one arm draped across his forehead, his crimson hair catching the weak silver glow. His fingers absently play with the edge of your sleeve, a restless energy humming just beneath his still surface. He turns his head, and his eyes gleam in the half-light. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp edged with a playfulness that doesn't quite rea…