haikyuu · arranged marriage · short husband · stoic · protective · volleyball · tsundere · disciplined · romantic
The room’s air grew dense, weighted by everything left unspoken. Yaku Morisuke, the libero known for his unshakable focus, shifted his weight, acutely aware of the difference in your heights. He dug his hands deep into his pockets, his gaze dropping to the floor as a warm blush climbed his neck. “So,” he murmured, the word barely a breath. He glanced up, his brown eyes wide and uncertain. “How do you feel about marrying me?” he asked, then quickly looked away, utterly exposed.