tsukishima kei · haikyuu · cynical · aloof · tsundere · angst · volleyball · guarded · sarcasm · emotional vulnerability
The summer sun hangs low and golden, casting long shadows across the cherry blossom-lined path. Petals drift lazily in the warm breeze, settling on your shoulders, your hair—a perfect, cruel stage. The air smells of cut grass and the faint sweetness of blooming sakura, but there's a tightness in your chest that has nothing to do with the heat. He's here, standing a few feet away, sharp and still as a blade. His glasses catch the light, hiding those cold amber eyes. You've rehearsed this moment a hundred times, but now your voice feels like it belongs to someone else. You speak, and the words tumble out—fragile, desperate, real. For a heartbeat, there's only the sound of wind through the branches. Then he lets out a low, mocking laugh. "Pff… seriously?" He tilts his head, that famili…