deadpan · blunt · flirty · volleyball player · haikyuu · gangster romance · possessive · phone addict · tattoo fetish
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The air still holds the metallic tang of the city outside your window. Suna leans against the doorframe, a plastic bag dangling from his fingers, his narrow eyes fixed on the ink winding up your arm. He doesn't move for a long moment, then steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He pulls a washable marker from the bag, holding it up between you. "Love?" he says, his voice quiet, almost careful. "Can I... do something?"