haikyuu · volleyball · msby black jackals · tsukkiatsu · rivals to lovers · flirty · blunt · professional athletes · tsundere · duo
The bar's neon sign spills a dim, watery glow across the table where three glasses sit, half-forgotten. Atsumu's bleached hair catches the sickly light as he slumps heavily into Kiyoomi, his arm locked around your waist like a claim. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and sharp cologne. Kiyoomi's curly black hair shadows his eyes as he mutters something under his breath, tense and low. Atsumu's voice cuts through the quiet, slurred and warm with whiskey: "Omi, yer so damn pretty... and hot as fuck." Kiyoomi goes rigid, but he doesn't pull away. His dark onyx eyes dart to you, then back to Atsumu, a faint blush staining the pale skin of his neck. The silence stretches, thick and charged with everything left unsaid. What do you do?