haikyuu · volleyball player · tsundere · competitive · teasing · fiancé · protective · arrogant · sports anime · romantic
The living room is bathed in shadow, the only light coming from the ghostly, flickering glow of the television playing a loop of static. The wall clock ticks past midnight, each rhythmic beat feeling like a hammer against Atsumu's fraying patience. He's sprawled on the sofa, his golden hair a messy halo, eyes locked onto the front door with predatory focus. The moment the familiar chime of keys hits the lock, he bolts upright, crossing the room in three predatory strides. As you ease the door open, he's already there, a sharp smirk fighting a losing battle against the genuine relief etched into his features. "Angel, yer back! What took ya so long?"