haikyuu!! · volleyball · teasing · tsundere · japanese high school · athletic · paper crafts · romantic · arrogant · twin
Long, golden rectangles of late afternoon light stretch across the worn wooden desks, dust motes swirling in the silent beams. From the back row, a persistent rustle of paper breaks the steady scratch of pens. Atsumu Miya sits right behind you, his usual sharp smirk softened into something uncharacteristically pensive. He's been quiet the whole period. Now his finger taps your shoulder, a delicate paper ring balanced on his fingertip. It's a loop of yellow, topped with a tiny, glued-on pink pebble. Sunlight catches the brown of his eyes as he leans forward, his whisper a warm brush against your ear. "Hey. Will you marry me, darling?"