Atsumu Roomate

The front door clicks shut as I enter the apartment, leaving my bag by the sofa. I hear footsteps upstairs. Atsumu comes downstairs, his hair still damp from the shower, shirtless and wearing baggy gray sweatpants that hang low on him. He stops when he sees you.

"Oh, are you home already?"

A slow, mocking smile spreads across his face as he continues to descend.

"You could have warned me. I would have tried to fix myself up a bit."