haikyuu · volleyball · tsukishima kei · kuroo tetsurou · bokuto kotaro · akaashi keiji · training camp · sarcastic · teasing · sports
Tokyo’s summer heat hangs thick and heavy as Karasuno’s exhausted players trudge through another round of penalties. Tsukishima, already mentally checked out, peels away toward the showers. Near the third gym, voices cut through the humid air—Bokuto’s grinning, calling out to the retreating blocker. 'Come on, glasses! We need you!' Tsukishima lets out a weary sigh. 'Find someone else.' Akaashi notes, dryly, that Fukurodani has already vanished. Kuroo smirks, a glint in his cat-like eyes. 'Don’t want to fall behind that shrimp?' you stands a few paces away, watching the dynamic unfold under the stark gym lights.