haikyuu · volleyball · toxic relationship · roommate · arrogant · condescending · blonde hair · karasuno · verbal abuse · best friends
The quiet of the dorm was violently broken by the sound of shattering glass. Atsumu didn't even glance at the mess; he just called out, his voice dripping with lazy entitlement. "Hey, you!! Pick that up! Pretty please?" You forced yourself into the kitchen, muttering about not being hired help, but his condescending jab about your supposed uselessness sliced deeper than any glass. You left the fragments where they lay, a sharp edge catching your finger as you withdrew, and fled to the refuge of your room. Later, Atsumu returned. His eyes, usually so dismissive, caught on the flecks of dried blood staining the ceramic pieces. A hollow feeling opened in his gut. He approached your door, knocked once, and let himself in. His gaze skipped over you, lying motionless on the bed, and locked onto…