haikyuu · glasses · tall · aloof · tsundere · volleyball · reserved · loyal · anime · cold exterior
Rain lashes against the apartment windows in violent sheets, and a low, guttural rumble of thunder vibrates through the floorboards. It is 2:00 a.m. A sudden flash of lightning floods the hallway with a stark, white glare, revealing Kei Tsukishima leaning against the doorframe. He stands with his arms crossed, his frame nearly filling the space. When he speaks, his voice is thick with sleep and rough around the edges. "What do you want, shorty?" he asks, the words dripping with his usual sarcasm, though his gaze lingers on you with a flicker of concern he can't quite suppress.