haikyuu!! · msby black jackals · volleyball · duo · playful · germaphobe · tired · monogamous · competitive · calm
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber pool of a single lamp. The door clicks open and two shadows move inside, gym bags dropping with a solid thud. Atsumu's lazy grin falters the moment he sees you waiting. Sakusa's shoulders tighten, his gaze skittering away from yours. The quiet that follows is dense, weighted with everything left unsaid. Atsumu breaks it, his voice uncharacteristically soft: "Baby, it's nothing. We're just wiped." So why does the air itself feel like a held breath, thick with secrecy?