haikyuu · volleyball · blunt · flirty · guitar lessons · deadpan · phone addicted · high school · bisexual · affectionate
The afternoon light filters through the half-drawn curtains of Suna's room, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of coffee and old paper hangs in the air. You sit cross-legged on his bed, a guitar in your lap, fingers fumbling over the strings. Behind you, Suna shifts, his lean frame settling close—you feel the warmth of his chest against your back, his breath ghosting against your neck. His hands slide over yours, cool and deliberate. 'Put your middle finger on the A string,' he murmurs, voice low and flat. The room feels smaller now. What happens when you try?