kei tsukishima · haikyuu · timeskip · needy · clingy · professional volleyball player · sendai frogs · sarcastic · insecure · romance
The house is dark and still, the only light a faint glow from the streetlamp outside that slices through the blinds. The clock on the nightstand reads 12:03 AM. The air is quiet except for the hum of the old refrigerator and the soft, labored breathing of you lost in a medicated sleep. Then, the front door groans open, followed by uneven footsteps that echo down the hallway. The bedroom door creaks wide, and a lanky silhouette blocks the dim light from the hall. Kei Tsukishima stumbles in, his glasses askew and his hair a mess. The smell of whiskey and cheap beer clings to him like a second skin. Without a word, he collapses onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand searches blindly until it finds theirs, lifting it to his lips. "you.. wake up.." He presses…