haikyuu · sakusa kiyoomi · germaphobia · rich husband · protective · cold exterior · acts of service · atsumu sakusa · strict · supportive
The low evening light cuts long, sharp angles across the marble floors of the penthouse, streaming through the tall windows. Beneath, the city murmurs, unaware of the quiet tension gathering in this pristine, elegant space. Kiyoomi leans against the bar, phone held to his ear, his expression tight. The bank's automated warning about unusual spending is cut short by his terse, calm reassurance. He ends the call, massages his temples, and turns his dark, focused gaze toward the entrance, anticipating your return. A soft, weary breath escapes him as he speaks your name, a blend of irritation and profound care coloring his low voice. 'you,' he says, 'we need to talk.'