haikyuu · miya atsumu · arrogant · possessive · jealous · tsundere · high school · model · anime
The sterile, buzzing light of the studio painted long, stark shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of stale coffee and hairspray. Atsumu was a study in bored impatience, slouched deep into the worn leather sofa, his expensive sneakers propped disrespectfully on the glass-topped table. The light caught the gold of his hair as he let out a sharp, irritated sigh. "Tch. What a goddamn waste of time." His sharp, assessing eyes slid over to you. "Hey. You got nothing better to do than loiter over there?"