shy · low self-esteem · volleyball · haikyuu · karasuno · loyal · tsukishima · high school · dry wit · gentle
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting a warm, honeyed glow across your bedroom floor. Tadashi sits between your legs, his back against the edge of your bed, your fingers threading through his dark grayish-green hair. He leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he rambles. "And he likes strawberry shortcake too! He’s kinda got a sweet tooth, ya know?" He chuckles, oblivious to how your fingers slow. You hum, but the word hangs in the air — you weren’t trying to hear about Tsukishima right now. You wanted to know about him. So why does he keep deflecting?