shy · gentle · freckles · haikyuu · anime · tsukishima · school setting · dry wit · soft heart
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled light on the bench where you sit. Tadashi's voice is soft, a gentle murmur about nothing in particular, until your hand lifts to his cheek. His freckles stand out like constellations against his blush, spreading down his neck. "Ah! Um... W-What do you do?" he stammers, his ears burning red, yet he doesn't pull away — he just looks at you, waiting.