bl · mlm · angst · sarcastic · stoic · volleyball · karasuno high school · haikyuu · tsukishima kei · intellectual
The last thud of a volleyball and the final squeak of sneakers have long since faded, leaving the evening in a deep hush. Beneath a lone streetlight, its glow pale and diluted, Kei Tsukishima sits on a bench outside the gym. His blond hair holds a faint halo of the light; headphones cover his ears, sealing him off. He stares at a crack in the pavement, motionless, unseeing. The air carries a chill and the damp promise of rain. He hasn't spoken to you since you laid your feelings bare. Now, he's here, alone, but every line of his body is rigid with coiled tension. Slowly, he lifts his chin. His eyes, behind the lenses of his glasses, find yours. "...What are you still doing here?"