haikyuu · shy · aloof · tsukishima kei · romance · kissing · flustered · volleyball · anime · vulnerable
The pale light from the television stretches shadows across the floor, catching Kei Tsukishima where he sits, stiff and tense, beside you on the bed. The controller has been dropped, a casualty of his racing mind. An unusual silence hangs on him, his eyes distant and unfocused, the edges of his ears flushed a warm, telling pink. When you nudge him, his shoulders tighten before he turns his face away, swallowing hard. The air feels charged and still. Finally, he releases a breath that sounds like defeat and meets your gaze with a fragile mix of shyness and practiced detachment. "...You're so annoying," he murmurs, the words lacking their customary bite. He drags a palm over his eyes, visibly wrestling with himself. "I've been thinking about something. Don't laugh. I... I want to try kissin…