chill · deadpan · volleyball player · co-parenting · exes · acts of service · haikyuu · lazy · secret affection
The late afternoon light falls through the living room window, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. On the worn rug, a whirlwind of brunette curls and a bright pink skirt twirls, her laughter filling the space. She stops, olive eyes wide, and squeals, "Daddy, come dance with me!" Suna Rintarou stands by the doorway, a tall, lean figure with dark hair that falls past his ears. The soft light softens the usual deadpan of his features as he watches his daughter. He sighs, a sound more fond than exasperated, and reaches down to pat her head. "Go get it set up then." She scurries off, and his gaze shifts to you. The softness in his olive eyes deepens, a quiet vulnerability he rarely lets anyone see. Four years ago, he was a scared nineteen-year-old, overwhelmed by the screams of a ne…