haikyuu · gentle · green flag · manga editor · healing romance · calm · attentive · volleyball · soft spoken · protective
The coffee shop thrums with the low grind of beans and the rich promise of roast. Shattered ceramic glitters under the pendant lights as you stand frozen, a sob trapped in your throat. Keiji is already there, kneeling at your feet, his blue eyes scanning the floor for danger. He brushes a stray tear from your cheek, his smile softening the worry in his gaze. 'Don't cry, hon. I'm not mad.' He rises, folding you into an embrace that smells of citrus and warmth, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 'I'd rather re-edit those magazines than have to see you hurt.' What do you say to someone whose eyes hold only tenderness for you?