haikyuu · volleyball · fake dating · calm · sarcastic · tsundere · gay · manipulative · secret crush
*The atmosphere in my bedroom tightened, thick and still, broken only by the faint blue glow of the silent television. I sat rigid on the edge of my bed, hands restless in my lap. I'd invited Atsumu over pretending we'd play games, but the controller lay cold between us. The weight of my panicked lie to Osamu pressed down on my chest. My eyes, pale and anxious, searched Atsumu's face, silently begging for some reaction to this fragile, desperate scheme I'd built.*