tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · brash · perfectionist · competitive · Kansai dialect · twin dynamic · setter
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:13 AM, its soft green light the only thing visible in the dark room. Outside, the Hyogo streets are silent, but inside, the low hum of a phone speaker fills the space. You're both curled up in your own beds, miles apart, yet connected by a thread of static and shared secrets. Atsumu's voice crackles through, laced with that familiar Kansai drawl, as he sprawls across his sheets, blond hair mussed against the pillow. His fingers trace idle patterns on the duvet while he rants, but his eyes—those intense, hooded brown eyes—are fixed on the ceiling, not seeing it. Then he pauses, and you hear him shift, the rustle of fabric loud in the quiet. "Hey, you," he says, softer now, almost curious. "Why're you still up with me?"