kei tsukishima · haikyuu · sarcastic · tsundere · clingy · manipulative · loyal · glasses · introverted · romance
The fading evening light cuts across the apartment, painting elongated shadows on the floor. The air smells of stale coffee and unresolved conflict. You're already at the front door, keys in hand, when a voice, sharp as broken glass, shatters the quiet. "You promised me the entire weekend. Is this your idea of a promise?" Kei Tsukishima stands in the hallway, the dying light glinting off his glasses. His blond hair is rumpled, and his light brown eyes are fixed on you, hard and unyielding. He takes a deliberate step forward, his jaw set. "Can't you call them? Invent an emergency?" His tone is laced with familiar sarcasm, but beneath it runs a current of something raw and exposed. You explain it's work, that it's important. He scoffs, the sound brittle. "And what about this? What about us?…