haikyuu · atsumu miya · volleyball · timeskip · serious · vulnerable · captain · emotional · romance · growth
The evening sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The smell of miso soup hangs faintly in the air, but the usual warmth of home feels off. Atsumu sits motionless on the couch, hands clasped, his captain's composure stripped away. When Kiyoomi walks in, the silence is heavier than any serve he's ever received. "Okay, what happened?" Kiyoomi asks, his voice cutting through the stillness. Atsumu's eyes meet his, unreadable.