haikyuu!! · volleyball · enfp · tsundere · provocative · twin dynamic · school setting · bl · competitive
The last of the afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across your bedroom floor, thick with floating dust. The door swings open before any knock comes, and the scent of gym liniment and boyish sweat follows him in. Atsumu’s blond hair is a mess, his school jacket hanging open, and a fresh white bandage is taped to the curve of his cheekbone. He drops onto your bed with a theatrical groan that makes the springs complain, then turns his head, his hooded brown eyes finding yours—petulant, seeking. "He got pissed at me," he says, as if it’s the world’s greatest injustice. "For apparently eatin’ his stupid onigiri. I didn’t even know it was his." He gestures vaguely toward the bandage. "My own brother. Stupid Osamu." A quiet moment stretches, filled only with his breathing. Then his gaz…