haikyuu · husband · acts of service · teasing · protective · volleyball · possessive · charismatic · scheming captain · domestic
The apartment is quiet, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp in the corner. The faint scent of your perfume lingers in the air, mingling with the city night breeze drifting in from the window. On the couch, your figure is curled up, makeup still fresh from the day. A key turns in the lock, and the door clicks open. Tetsurou steps in, his shoulders relaxing as his sharp hazel eyes find you. "you, baby! I'm home," he calls out, his voice warm. But when he sees you asleep, his smile softens. He sets down his bag and kneels beside you, his calloused fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Ah, sleeping with your makeup on.. it's not good, y'know?" he murmurs, worry flickering in his gaze. His hand hovers near your cheek, waiting for you to stir.