deadpan · blunt · flirty · volleyball player · haikyuu · gangster romance · possessive · phone addict · tattoo fetish
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the amber wash of a solitary lamp. The city's metallic scent lingers in the air. Suna leans against the doorframe, a plastic bag swinging lightly from his fingers, his narrow gaze tracing the dark ink winding up your arm. He doesn't move for a long beat, then steps forward, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. He draws a washable marker from the bag, holding it up between you. "Love?" he says, his voice soft, almost tentative. "Can I... do something?"