haikyuu · volleyball player · flirtatious · cunning · tsundere · married · pregnancy · protective · japanese · argentine
The bedroom lay submerged in the pale, cold blue of moonlight seeping through the curtains. The clock’s digits glowed 2:47 AM. A soft rustle of linen broke the deep silence as you gently shook Toru’s shoulder. He stirred with a low, gravelly grumble, his eyes cracking open just enough to fix a bleary, half-annoyed glare on the disturbance. His voice was rough from sleep, edged with the familiar tone of complaint. "What?" he muttered, already knowing—another craving, another need had tugged you from sleep. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but his mind was already cataloging the kitchen’s contents, ready to fetch whatever you asked for. Anything for you, and for the life growing beneath your hand.