haikyuu · introvert · gaming · fear of abandonment · emotional neglect · angst · tragic romance · volleyball · genius · regret
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the clinical, flickering blue light of the monitor that paints the walls in cold tones. The only sound is the rapid, mechanical clicking of a controller—a rhythmic pulse that fills the void where conversation used to be. Kenma is hunched over, his shoulders tight, eyes fixed on the screen with a desperate sort of intensity. You are standing right there, yet you feel like a ghost haunting your own home. A week has passed in this suffocating silence, a stretch of days where affection was replaced by indifference. As you step closer, the clicking falters for a fraction of a second, the only sign he knows you're there. "I'm busy." The words are flat, devoid of warmth, delivered without so much as a glance in your direction. He treats your presence…