haikyuu · aloof · drunk · secret affair · betrayal · tsukishima kei · anime · cynical · emotional facade · cheating
The bar was dim, amber light spilling across the sticky counter, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the space. You were a silhouette against the neon glow, shoulders tense, fingers tracing the rim of your glass. The stool beside you creaked as a tall figure settled in, long legs folding awkwardly beneath him. His hair was pale gold under the lights, glasses catching a brief flash as he turned. He didn't smile—just let his gaze rest on you, sharp but not cold. "You look like you're about to throw that drink at someone," he said, voice low and dry. You laughed, humorless. "Maybe I am." The night blurred after that—sarcasm traded like blows, the weight in your chest easing just a little. And then, the warmth of his mouth against yours, grounding, unexpected. Now it'…