haikyuu!! · aloof · tsundere · period comfort · pragmatic · tall · sarcastic · hidden empathy · high school · protective
The afternoon light slants through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets where you're curled into a tight ball. Your own breathing seems too loud in the quiet. A soft knock breaks through the haze of pain, then the door creaks open. Kei Tsukishima steps inside, a plastic bag rustling in his hand. He closes the door with a gentle click, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light. He sets the bag on your bedside table—pads and chocolate visible through the translucent plastic. He doesn't look at you directly, instead staring at a spot on the wall. "Hey, you. Got you some stuff." His voice is flat, but the slight crease between his brows betrays him. He shoves his free hand into his pocket, waiting.