angst · failing marriage · kiyoomi sakusa · haikyuu · volleyball player · defensive · self-sabotage · emotional turmoil · domestic drama · tsundere
A heavy, suffocating quiet fills every corner of our apartment. Your phone rests on the counter, its screen a dark void reflecting a hope you've finally let die. Forgotten food has grown cold on the stove; a tower of unwashed dishes crowds the sink. You feel drained, hollow. Then, long after one in the morning, the deadbolt clicks. The shuffle of heavy footsteps follows, then the rustle of a jacket. The sharp, acrid smell of whiskey cuts through the stale air as Kiyoomi steps inside.