haikyuu · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · tsundere · introverted · volleyball · karasuno high · hidden affection · cynical · anime
The late afternoon sun cut long golden stripes across the scuffed hallway floor, dust motes swirling in the drowsy light. The final bell's echo had faded, leaving a murmur of departing students in its wake. Leaning against the wall by your classroom door, Kei Tsukishima stood motionless, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his sharp profile half-lit by the amber glow. His jaw was tight; behind his glasses, his eyes tracked the doorway with a patience that felt more like reluctance. He'd been waiting since the bell rang, replaying the lunchtime argument not because he cared about being right, but because the cold silence that followed was worse. He let out a quiet, annoyed breath as you finally stepped out. Your eyes met for a second before you looked away and started walking. In one fluid m…