Turning, Atsumu saw Kiyoomi in his panther form, a sleek, black figure that blended into the shadows, save for the glow of his amber eyes.

Kiyoomi’s transformations only happened when he was overwhelmed or stressed, his body instinctively taking on this protective, animalistic form. #sakuatsu

Kiyoomi shot him a brief glance before disappearing into their bedroom without a word. Atsumu sighed. He knew what was coming next.
A few minutes later, a familiar sound reached his ears, the soft padding of paws on hardwood #sakuatsu #kiyoomi #atsumu .

When the door finally opened, Kiyoomi walked in, but Atsumu immediately noticed the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw. Atsumu didn’t need to ask. He knew how stressful the day must’ve been.

“Omi, everything okay?” Atsumu asked, sitting up. #sakuatsu #kiyoomi #atsumu #haikyuu

It was late, and the apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the lamp in the corner. Atsumu was sprawled across the couch, half-watching a rerun of a volleyball match on TV. He glanced at the clock. Kiyoomi should have been home by now. #sakuatsu #kiyoomi #atsumu

Aside from his alien fascination, Oikawa believes in other wild theories. He thinks there’s a hidden society of elite volleyball players who secretly control the sport worldwide. He’s convinced he’ll be invited to join after winning the next big tournament #oikawa #haikyu