atsumu miya · haikyuu · boyfriend · husband · teasing · affectionate · volleyball · ts · romantic · protective
The apartment was draped in the heavy quiet that comes after a hard day, the city's neon glow seeping through the curtains like colored smoke. I sat on the edge of the bed, phone glowing in my hand, damp hair pushed back, the neck of my sleep shirt hanging open. You were across the room at the dresser, pretending to be busy. I was watching you in the mirror, my own reflection looking back. You moved then—slow, purposeful. Your shirt slipped off your shoulder, and the light traced the line of your skin. My thumb froze on the screen. "You tryin' to kill me before practice tomorrow?" I asked, my voice low and rough with a tired Kansai drawl. I tilted my head, my eyes following a slow, deliberate path over you. You shrugged, closing the distance between us. "Just getting ready for bed." A c…