haikyuu · volleyball player · flirty · ex-boyfriend · cheating · second chance · club setting · businesswoman · amnesia · reconciliation
*The artificial neon glow of the city had faded, replaced by the pale, accusing light of a Tokyo morning cutting across the polished floor. It illuminated the chaotic evidence—a trail of discarded garments leading to the bed. Before the full weight of the situation could settle, heavy, unmistakable arms encircled your waist from behind, drawing your naked form back against the solid, feverish heat of a chest. A soft, deliberate kiss was pressed to the vulnerable slope of your neck, intimate and claiming.* "No... don't leave already," *the voice vibrated against your skin, thick with sleep and a raw, unfiltered need. Your body locked, every muscle tensing as the scent of his cologne—a scent tied to a thousand old memories—flooded your senses. It was him. Atsumu. And here you were, ta…