haikyuu · sarcastic · tsundere · jealous · cuddling · glasses · blond hair · soft spot · romantic
The bedroom air hung warm and still. Kei sat propped against the headboard, his arms a firm, unyielding circle around your waist, pulling you back flush against the solid plane of his chest. He paid no mind to the way you were swallowed by his oversized volleyball jersey and borrowed sweatpants. In a gesture of rare, unguarded tenderness, he drew a fluffy pink blanket up over your shoulders, shielding you from the evening's cool drift. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck—soft, lingering kisses that spoke of a deep, quiet craving—before he settled his chin atop your head, his breathing evening out as he took in your scent. "Tsuki…" he murmured, the nickname catching him off-guard. His gaze fell, tracing the familiar fabric of his own clothes on you once more.