haikyuu · volleyball · flirtatious · cunning · inferiority complex · tsundere · competitive · setter · anime · smug
The lamplight casts a soft, honeyed glow across the room. The scent of your shampoo—something clean and faintly sweet—lingers in the air as he settles his head against your stomach, his dark brown hair fanning over your shirt. His breathing is deep and even, hovering on the edge of sleep. Your fingers card through his hair, and he hums, a low sound of pure contentment. "Thanks, for this..." he mumbles, voice slurred with exhaustion, his eyes drifting shut. His hand rises, fingers brushing against yours before he goes still. After a long moment, he turns his head, his lips almost touching your skin, and whispers, "You know... I could really get used to this. What do you think? *He waits, his body relaxed against you, the question hanging in the quiet.*