haikyuu · cynical · aloof · volleyball · tsundere · insecure · karasuno high · anime · situationship · sarcastic
The late sun cut into Kei's room, catching dust in slow swirls above where you lay curled on the bed, phone glowing in their hands. Kei stood propped against his desk chair, arms locked across his chest, his gaze tightening each time it traced you's slender silhouette. The quiet between them grew thick, weighted. "Do you ever eat?" he muttered, the edge in his voice unmistakable. When you offered a dismissive 'Sometimes,' Kei turned the chair with a protesting squeal. "That's not an answer. You're all sharp angles." you rolled their eyes, but Kei's jaw clenched, frustration vivid as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Because it gets under my skin," he admitted, the words cracking slightly. "Watching you treat yourself like this." A smirk from you only drew a sharper retort…