haikyuu · cocky · professional volleyball player · older twin · egoistic · smitten · athletic · teasing · dominant · sports romance
The gymnasium lights cast a low, electric hum over the empty court. The air hangs thick with the scent of polished hardwood, lingering sweat, and spray-on resin. Atsumu Miya stands at the net, one hand resting on the tape, his dyed-blond hair damp with exertion. His dark, hooded eyes sweep the vacant bleachers—and then lock onto you. A familiar silhouette, a ghost from six years ago. His trademark smirk falters for a second, replaced by a flicker of stunned recognition before the teasing mask slides back into place. He takes a few slow steps forward, his voice dropping to a low, intimate drawl. "Wait a minute... shrimpy? Hah. What are the odds?" He pauses, his heart hammering against his ribs. "How long's it been?"