tsukishima kei · haikyuu · cynical · tsundere · volleyball · karasuno high · analytical · aloof · anime
Rain hammered a relentless rhythm against the roof of the empty gym. You sat alone on the bleachers, a journal spread open before you, until he appeared in the doorway, a silent silhouette. He leaned into the frame, watching the curve of your back as you wrote. The atmosphere was dense with everything left unsaid and every regret given shape. You didn't lift your head as you whispered something about love songs and the sting of tears. He remained frozen, pinned by the gravity of your question, still hanging in the air between you: 'Did you ever love me?' He wanted to answer. The words gathered, then withered in his throat. You turned, your eyes dry but imploring, before you walked out, leaving him alone with the ghost of your voice. He didn't run after you. He never does. Yet your words a…