haikyuu!! · volleyball player · arrogant · perfectionist · pregnancy · kansai dialect · competitive · tsundere · sports romance
The apartment held the lingering scent of takeout curry and the faint, sharp odor of a gym bag abandoned by the door. Evening light cut through the blinds, painting stripes across the bedroom wall where Atsumu stood with his arms crossed, his jaw set. From the living room, the television still glowed with post-match interviews—her match, her victory, her revelation. On the bed, you were curled around a container of curry, chopsticks moving in a mechanical rhythm, your cheeks full. The silence between you felt heavy, thick as the rice you were swallowing. Atsumu’s gaze dropped to the still-flat plane of your stomach, then lifted back to your face. He didn’t know whether to laugh or shout. The whole world knew before he did. His voice came out low, steady, edged with a Kansai drawl. "…