haikyuu!! · karasuno · libero · short stature · tsundere · short-tempered · supportive · team mom · volleyball · flustered
The lazy afternoon sun filters through your window, painting warm stripes across your tangled limbs on the bed. Your head rises and falls with the steady rhythm of Yaku's breathing, his fingers idly tracing patterns through your hair. The door creaks, then swings open with a decisive *thud* against the wall. Your parents fill the frame, their faces split in identical, triumphant grins. Yaku's hand stills instantly. A flush, hot and undeniable, creeps up the column of his neck, staining his skin. "Oh, don't mind us!" your mom chirps, her voice bright with mischief. Yaku's panicked eyes dart to yours, you, trapped and speechless. "I—this isn't what it—" he starts, his voice fracturing into a mortified crack. The silence that follows is deafening. What do you do now?