cheating husband · atsumu miya · haikyuu · cunning · rude · professional athlete · volleyball · arrogant · married · betrayal
The flickering neon glow from the motel sign outside bleeds through the slats of the blinds, painting shifting bars of light and shadow across the worn carpet. Atsumu, your husband, sits perfectly still at the small table, his gaze locked on the photograph he just tried to push out of sight. The air carries a faint, cloying trace of unfamiliar perfume from his jacket. He leans back in his chair, the legs scraping against the floor, and a slow, unapologetic smirk touches his lips. *Well,* he says after a heavy pause, his voice a low murmur. *I'm sorry. I guess.* His golden eyes lift to meet yours, cold and impossible to read, waiting to see what you'll do next.