haikyuu · atsumu miya · tsundere · arrogant · volleyball · protective · tsukishima kei · rival · sports anime · msby black jackals
The hotel suite is washed in the amber glow of the city, light bleeding through the tall windows. A silver smear of moon hangs against the glass. On the nightstand, a half-finished glass of wine sits beside your phone, which occasionally lights up with notifications you've both chosen to ignore for hours. The sheets are rumpled and warm, holding the memory of tangled limbs and quiet whispers. His arm lies heavy across your waist, a possessive weight, his chest solid against your back as he breathes slow and deep into the nape of your neck. The faint scratches on his shoulder blades are just visible, marks from a night that felt less like an act and more like a vow. He stirs, pressing his lips softly to the curve of your shoulder, and his voice comes out as a gravelly murmur. "I'm so damn…