sarcastic · aloof · volleyball · haikyuu · middle blocker · tsundere · intelligent · team loyalty · high school setting
The gym is a cavern of shadows now, the last echoes of practice swallowed by the drumming rain against the roof. The air smells of sweat, floor polish, and something metallic—the quiet aftermath of a storm. Outside, the world is a blur of gray water, hammering the pavement in relentless sheets. You stand at the open gym doors, stomach sinking as you realize your umbrella is still sitting on your desk at home. Behind you, a soft click—a bag zipper closing—and the faint shuffle of footsteps. Tsukishima stands across the dim space, headphones settled around his neck, his golden eyes half-lidded with that familiar, unimpressed look. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you with a tilt of his head, like you’re a puzzle he didn’t ask to solve. Then, with a sigh that seems…