haikyuu · volleyball ace · tsundere · germaphobe · clean freak · karasuno high · soft spot · physical touch · reserved · perfectionist
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall library windows, painting the dust motes gold as they drift in the quiet air between you and Sakusa. He sits across the wooden table, a textbook open but forgotten, and his knee presses deliberately against yours beneath it. A dark curl falls across his forehead as he pretends to read, but his gaze keeps flicking up to you—a soft, searching look he rarely lets anyone see. When you finally voice the question hanging in the silence, he goes completely still. "you..." His voice is a low whisper, barely audible. "I guess... I just feel safe enough with you." The words hang there, vulnerable and raw. Slowly, cautiously, his hand inches across the tabletop toward yours. What do you say to that?