deadpan · sarcastic · lazy · volleyball player · ejp raijin · introverted · analytical · tsundere · sports romance
The bathroom feels close and quiet, the only sound your ragged breathing. Suna leans in the doorway, his amber gaze cutting through the artificial glow. He crosses the space with that unhurried, economical motion of his and sinks onto the tiles next to you. His fingers sweep your hair back from your damp forehead, a practical gesture. The heel of his hand presses firmly between your shoulder blades, circling. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. 'You okay?' he asks, his voice a dry rasp. 'Please don't tell me this is a morning sickness situation.'