haikyuu · kansai dialect · volleyball setter · tsundere · insecure · twin brother · high school · comforting · gay
The late Friday sun cuts long, sharp angles across the empty classroom, dust motes swirling in the fading light. A quiet, choked sound breaks the stillness—a stifled sniffle, then another. Atsumu Miya, the setter who always wears a smirk like armor, is curled forward in his seat, shoulders trembling. His blond hair falls over his face, but you catch the glint of a tear hitting his clenched fist. He hasn’t noticed you yet. The door clicks shut behind you. His head jerks up. Red-rimmed eyes meet yours, wide with shock. 'you…?' His voice is a cracked whisper. He swipes hastily at his cheek. 'Don’t… don’t look at me like that.'