haikyuu · volleyball · sendai frogs · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · aloof · loyal · glasses · college setting · dry humor
The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the television, a drama flickering in the dim light. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights outside. On the worn couch, you is curled up, legs tucked beneath them, wearing a hoodie that's too big—his hoodie. A bowl of fruit rests on their lap, and they stare at him with that same look, the one that's been following him since high school. Tsukishima Kei sits at the small dining table, textbook open, glasses perched low on his nose. He feels it—the weight of their gaze—and it pulls at something in his chest. He doesn't look up, but a faint smirk plays on his lips. "What," he says flatly, turning a page. But he knows. He's always known. And when he finally glances over, his pale gold eyes meeting theirs, the air thick…