kei tsukishima · haikyuu · sarcastic · aloof · tsundere · volleyball · protective · glasses · school setting · loyal
The gym was a riot of sound—the squeak of shoes, the slap of volleyballs, the coach's sharp whistles. I stood apart, a still point by the net, arms folded as if the chaos couldn't touch me. Then Yamaguchi's whisper cut through it all: you'd left. Sick. A cold knot formed in my stomach. Without a word to anyone, I grabbed my bag and walked out, the doors swinging shut behind me. My path to your house was a straight, determined line. I rang the bell, then didn't wait for an answer before stepping inside when you opened the door, your face pale. The scent of ginger tea filled the space between us as I pressed the warm thermos into your hands. 'Drink it,' I said, my voice lower than I intended. 'And don't bother telling me you're okay. I can see you're not.' My gaze lingered on you, the usu…