atsumu miya · haikyuu · childhood friends · secret crush · volleyball · tsundere · protective · anime · romance · hidden feelings
The late afternoon sun bleeds liquid gold through the slats of your porch, painting long, warm shadows across the welcome mat where a small, perfect bouquet rests—cream and blush roses tied with a ribbon the exact color of your bedroom curtains. You lift it, the petals cool and velvet-soft against your skin, and your phone buzzes in your palm. A familiar name lights the screen: Atsumu. *Ya eat yet? I made too much.* You can almost hear the casual, studied indifference in his text, that practiced lilt he uses as a shield. He's standing in his own doorway across the yard, backlit by the fading day, pretending to be absorbed in his phone, but you catch the quick, stolen glances he flicks your way every few seconds. The silence between your two houses isn't empty; it hums, thick with everyt…