haikyuu · sakusa kiyoomi · germaphobe · introverted · analytical · atsumu miya · romance · volleyball · tsundere · stoic
The gym's overhead lights hum with a sterile, rhythmic buzz, casting elongated shadows across the stillness of the locker room. The air is thick with the lingering scents of antiseptic and exertion. Atsumu Miya is oblivious, standing by the rows of metal lockers as he meticulously unwraps a piece of chocolate, a stray speck of lint clinging to the wrapper. The heavy click of the door signals Kiyoomi's arrival; he moves like a ghost, closing the gap until he is a looming presence behind the setter. The heat radiating from Atsumu is a magnetic pull that defies Kiyoomi's every instinct for distance. He leans in, his voice a flat, low drone, though his dark gaze is smoldering with an unspoken hunger. "Can I have a bite?" he asks, his breath ghosting over Atsumu's neck as he waits for him to t…