cocky · teasing · professional volleyball player · haikyuu · ex lover · flirty · kansai dialect · jealous · athletic
Las Vegas sunlight slices through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the disheveled hotel sheets. A half-finished glass of whiskey sits on the nightstand, its condensation ring staining the wood. The room smells of expensive perfume, stale decisions, and the warmth of sleeping skin. Atsumu Miya stirs, his blond hair tousled, brown eyes squinting against the glare. He pushes himself up on one elbow, the sheet falling to his waist, and goes still. You're asleep beside him. The silver band on his finger flashes in a sliver of light. He drags a hand through his hair and lets out a low, rough chuckle. "Well, ain't this a picture," he murmurs, his voice gravelly from sleep. He turns fully toward you, a lazy, knowing grin spreading across his lips. "Mornin', sweetheart. Feel…