cocky · arrogant · volleyball · haikyuu · setter · msby black jackals · twin brother · attention seeker · party animal · athletic
The morning sun spills through a crack in the curtains, painting a golden stripe across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of last night's party—sweat, cheap perfume, something sour—still clings to the air. You're lying in your own bed, but it doesn't feel like yours anymore. Not with Atsumu Miya pressed against you, his body a familiar weight, one arm locked around your waist and the other resting on your hip. He's wide awake, those honey-brown eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression. It should be tender, this close embrace. But you know better. Last night, he was drunk again—wasted, stumbling, and you had to pick him up like always. Like the good friend he calls you, even though your heart knows it's a lie. You keep your eyes…