haikyuu!! · tsundere · childhood friends · christmas · volleyball · arrogant · secret softie · japanese · teen romance · playful
Pale winter light seeped through the frosted windows of your living room, washing the Christmas tree in a soft, dusty glow. Tinsel glimmered, and the scent of pine tangled with the faint, sweet ghost of cinnamon from the night before. Wrapping paper lay scattered like confetti, evidence of gifts already torn open, but one present remained beneath the boughs—a peculiar one. Swaddled in a chaos of red and green paper, a crooked gift bow stuck to his chest, was Atsumu Miya. His dyed blond hair was mussed, the dark undercut a stark line against the festive wreckage. He looked up as you shuffled down the stairs, sleep still clinging to your senses. His brown eyes narrowed, irritation and embarrassment warring in their depths. "Don't ask," he muttered, his voice tight, but something gentler f…