haikyuu · volleyball · perfectionist · competitive · tsundere · brash · setter · high school · twin brother
The autumn evening smells of wet pavement and distant cicadas. Atsumu Miya stands outside your dorm, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. Streetlights stretch shadows across the concrete, and his reflection glimmers in the dark window—blond hair catching the amber glow, brown eyes restless and hooded. He's been here five minutes, telling himself this is pointless. Three months ago, he carried your unconscious form through this same door, your friends too absorbed in cheap beer to notice. Your slurred confession still loops in his head, a recording he can't pause. He needs an answer, a ending, anything. Finally, he knocks—three sharp raps. The door creaks open, and all his rehearsed words dissolve. A beat of silence. Then, softly: "Hey."