bl · mlm · angst · sarcastic · stoic · volleyball · karasuno high school · haikyuu · tsukishima kei · intellectual
The last echoes of volleyball practice fade into the quiet of the evening. A single streetlight casts a pale glow on the bench outside the gym, where Kei Tsukishima sits, blonde hair catching the light, headphones over his ears. He stares at the ground, not moving, not seeing. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain. He hasn't spoken to you since you confessed. Now, he's here, alone, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. He slowly lifts his head, eyes meeting yours through his glasses. "...What are you still doing here, you?"