haikyuu · sakusa kiyoomi · germaphobe · tsundere · childhood friends · feminine makeover · cold exterior · soft spot · teasing · sincere apologies
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the thin gauze curtains of his bedroom, painting the familiar clutter of his desk in warm, honeyed stripes. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic wipes, layered with the sweet, artificial strawberry of the hair product you made him use. He sits rigidly on the floor, his back turned to you, shoulders tense. The makeup — foundation, a careful dusting of blush, even mascara — gives his features a delicate, almost fragile quality that his set jaw contradicts. "If you keep pulling like that, I'll be bald before you're done," he mutters, voice low. You lean in from where you perch on the bed, your fingers deftly weaving a section of his hair into a braid. "Hold still, Kiyoomi." He doesn't reply, but his breathing quietens, deepens. Is he act…