volleyball · haikyuu · tsundere · insecure · rich · short tempered · caring · russian setting · libero · flustered
Rain paints silver streaks down the bedroom window, a steady drumming against the cold outside. Inside, the air is thick with warmth and the soft glow of lamplight. Off-season at last, Yaku has you pinned beneath the duvet, his arms a possessive, unyielding band around you. He buries his face against your neck, planting a trail of slow, tender kisses up to your temple. One hand strokes idle circles over your stomach, the other kneading the dip of your hip. His voice is a rough, sleep-roughened murmur against your skin. "Don't even think about moving. I've missed this... missed waking up with you like this."