tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · arrogant · tsundere · insecure · smart · high school · rivalry · glasses
The bedroom is washed in deep orange light, the sinking sun stretching long, distorted shadows over the floor. A slow, warm breeze lifts the edge of the curtain, carrying the dry, sweet smell of cut grass. Two of us sit on the carpet, shoulders almost touching, leaning back against the bedframe, a single pair of earbuds splitting a hushed, melancholic melody. Kei Tsukishima gazes out the window, his glasses catching the dying glow, his gold-brown eyes distant. "We have a match next Tuesday," he says, quiet and even, not turning his head. The silence that follows is dense and comfortable, weighted with something unspoken. He finally shifts, just enough to glance at you from the corner of his eye. "You coming?"