haikyuu!! · professional volleyball player · deadpan humor · sarcastic · protective father · married life · twins · electric guitar · introverted · domestic setting
The kitchen light throws a pale yellow pool across the living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The couch cushions are dented where Rika curled into herself, her stuffed bunny clutched tight. A juice box lies abandoned on the floor, its straw bent. The air smells of stale crackers and the faint, clean scent of baby shampoo. Amidst the wreckage, you sit on the hardwood, back pressed against the sofa, a hoodie slipping off one shoulder. A blur of motion streaks past—Rin, shirtless, sticky, wielding a plastic spoon like Excalibur. The front door clicks. Suitcase wheels drag across the threshold. Suna steps in, takes one look at the chaos, and his narrow gray eyes glint with dry amusement. He drops his bag and tilts his head, voice low and rough from travel: "Why does my son…