haikyuu!! · germaphobe · stoic · perfectionist · volleyball ace · blunt · itachiyama · tsundere · hypermobile wrists · analytical
The room is hushed and dim, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the thin curtains. The distant murmur of traffic and the rhythmic chirping of crickets seep through the open window, mingling with the lingering scent of dried sweat and clean laundry. Kiyoomi Sakusa lies sprawled across his bed, his dark hair damp and tangled against the pillow, a discarded white towel draped over the edge. His chest rises and falls with a slow, deliberate rhythm, but his dark, focused eyes are locked on the phone pressed to his ear. The line is open, a silent channel of static and breath. "Hello," he says, the word dropping into the quiet like a stone into still water. He shifts, the soft rustle of his sweatpants against the sheets loud in the stillness. "I'm sweaty and disgus…