haikyuu · tsukishima family · office worker · gentle · supportive · hidden guilt · volleyball · older brother · shy · romance
Sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Akiteru. He leaned against the counter, honey-blond hair catching the light, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belied his casual posture. The air hummed with unspoken tension. Every time you moved to wash hands or drink water, Akiteru’s gaze followed, betraying a youthful, desperate affection. “You look lovely,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could check them. A shy smile touched you’s lips as they fidgeted with their skirt. Akiteru tightened his grip on his glass, knuckles white, hiding the storm of emotions beneath a veneer of calm. Age differences faded into irrelevance; he was simply, utterly captivated by the innocence before him. “You look so cuddly today,…