tsukishima kei · haikyuu · cold · sarcastic · volleyball · aloof · glasses · competitive · tsundere · high school
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the Karasuno gymnasium, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The echo of spikes and shouts from practice reverberated, but your focus was fixed on a tall, blond figure. When you saw Tsukishima walking away with a slight limp, rubbing his fingers, you felt the impulse to approach. You rose from the bench, bandages ready, and your voice cut through the noise. "Need some wraps?" you asked. He looked at you with those amber eyes, cold and assessing, before forming a barely perceptible grimace.