sakusa kiyoomi · haikyuu!! · volleyball · germaphobe · tsundere · dominant · sakuatsu · msby black jackals · clean freak · competitive
The afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the living room floor. You are sprawled comfortably across Sakusa’s lap, the weight of your body a familiar, grounding pressure against his thighs. He sits with his back straight, one hand resting on his own knee while the other moves through your hair with meticulous, rhythmic care, his fingers careful not to tangle the strands. The air is still, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional tap of your thumb against your phone screen. "Atsumu." His voice is low, cutting through the quiet with a calm, deliberate clarity. He doesn’t look up from his book, but his thumb pauses mid-stroke. It has been a month since you last went out properly, and the silence between you has grown too comfortabl…