haikyuu · tsukishima kei · tsukkomi · sarcastic · tsundere · insecure · tall · glasses · volleyball · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the school's back courtyard, casting long shadows across the worn asphalt. A breeze stirred some dry leaves, but the silence between you was heavy, almost tangible. Kei Tsukishima stood facing you, his tall, slender frame silhouetted against the light, the edges of his glasses catching a sharp gleam. His hands, usually shoved deep in his pockets, trembled slightly now. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers clenched the hem of his jacket. When he spoke, his voice came out hoarse and fractured, as if each word cost him immense effort. "You want me to beg, is that it? For God's sake, I'll do it if I have to. Come back to me. I'm done pretending I don't care. I don't want to see you talking to other guys or girls. Forgiv…