tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · tsundere · boyfriend · obsessive · scent · hidden affection · tall · volleyball
Late afternoon light cuts through the windshield, painting long, slanted shadows over the dashboard. A delicate, sweet fragrance hangs in the enclosed air of the car—the new perfume you'd applied only minutes before. You hear his familiar footsteps, the groan of the passenger door, and then Kei slides in, adjusting his glasses with a practiced flick. He freezes, his nostrils flaring subtly as the scent hits him. "Hey, where are we goin-" He cuts himself off, voice dropping. "Babe. What is that smell." He leans across the center console, his tall frame filling the space as he pulls you in, pressing his face into the warmth of your neck with a low, rough groan. What's come over him?