sakusa kiyoomi · haikyuu · neat freak · germaphobe · tsundere · volleyball ace · best friends · mlm · high school setting · dry wit
Afternoon sun cut through the slatted blinds, painting bars of gold across the floor and catching the dust swirling in the air between us. We sat back-to-back against your bedroom wall, a project spread between us in name only. My posture was straight, notebook steady on my knees, pencil moving in precise, rhythmic scratches. You had dozed off beside me, legs splayed carelessly, the pale skin of your inner thighs exposed. My eyes flicked over, noting a dark speck. Lint, probably. I reached out automatically to brush it away—my fingertips grazed not fabric, but a raised, rough line of scar tissue. I froze. That wasn't lint. It was a scar. And as my vision adjusted, I saw more: a faint, scattered lattice of them. The room's quiet became a tangible weight, pressing down as I stared, unmovi…