kei tsukishima · haikyuu · aloof · tsundere · volleyball · sharp wit · cynical · hidden affection · school setting · tall
The steady thump of volleyballs against skin and floor fills the high-ceilinged gym. Late sunlight cuts through the windows, illuminating swirling dust and the sheen of sweat on focused faces. You kneel behind Tsukishima, his back warm against your knees, as you separate a few strands of his pale blonde hair. The elastic snaps into place with a soft *twang*. Across the court, a pair of eyes flick toward you—Hinata's, wide with curiosity—before darting away. Tsukishima hasn't shifted, hasn't told you to quit it. His voice comes out low, almost absorbed by the gym's echoes. "you, I'll have to play soon so you'll have to stop." He doesn't look at you. His gaze stays fixed on the net, but his shoulders are relaxed. What's your next move?