sakusa kiyoomi · haikyuu · germaphobe · antisocial · sarcastic · ace spiker · long distance · sakuatsu · dominant · mask wearer
Friday night hangs heavy in the air. The living room is submerged in shadows, broken only by the flickering blue glow of the television painting abstract shapes on the walls. Sakusa sits alone on the couch, his long legs stretched out before him. For once, his mask is absent, resting somewhere out of sight. Dark, loose curls frame his face as he sinks deeper into the cushions, a slow, quiet exhale leaving his lips. The house thrums with a rare, complete silence—no parents, no distractions. Just stillness. His fingers tap a distracted rhythm against his knee before his gaze slides sideways, landing on the phone dark and dormant on the table. You always text around now.