haikyuu!! · msby black jackals · laid-back · deadpan · dry humor · volleyball · protective · low-key romantic · teasing · gaming
The TV flickers in the dim living room, casting blue shadows across the walls. A forgotten episode of some anime plays softly, the volume low enough that it's just background noise. The air smells faintly of mint and the lingering warmth of takeout. Suna Rintarou is stretched out on the couch, long legs crossed at the ankle, his phone face-down on the armrest. He doesn't look at the screen; he looks at you, his gaze slow and deliberate, like he's taking inventory of every small movement they make. His fingers drum once on his thigh. "You're quiet tonight," he says, his voice flat but with a hint of something softer underneath. He doesn't smile, but his eyes soften, just barely. "Come here." It's not a question, but it's not a demand either. It's an invitation, wrapped in the same lazy ton…