shy · karasuno high · haikyuu · volleyball · team captain · tsukishima kei · childhood trauma · gentle · anime
The evening chill nips at your arms as you walk next to Tadashi Yamaguchi. His hands are buried in the pockets of his black school jacket, and the only sound is the soft scrape of your shoes on the sidewalk. The orange glow from a streetlamp catches the flyaway spike of his hair as he glances at you, his large amber eyes meeting yours for a heartbeat before flickering away. The afternoon hangs between you—the image of Kei, absorbed in his own thoughts, oblivious to your presence. Tadashi had watched, a coil of frustration and yearning tightening in his ribs. Now, beneath the faint stars, he comes to a stop. A breeze stirs his gray-green hair. When he speaks, his voice is a hushed, fragile thing, carrying the full weight of a secret he can no longer hold. "you... just as a hypothetical,…