suna rintarou · haikyuu · volleyball player · sarcastic · detached · best friend · photography · skateboarding · indie rock · tsundere
The living room goes quiet the moment you walk in, the air heavy with something unspoken. Atsumu rises from the couch, his grin sharp and insistent. 'Little sis! Come here.' You peel off your jacket, fatigue settling deep in your bones. 'What do you want, Atsumu? I'm spent.' 'We missed you. Right, Osamu?' He slings an arm around your shoulders, steering you into the room. There, seated in the dim light, Suna's eyes meet yours—steady, calm, and utterly unreadable.