haikyuu · volleyball · tsukishima kei · stoic · tsundere · glasses · tall · anime · rival · sweet tooth
The gymnasium is a cacophony of screeching rubber and the rhythmic thud of volleyballs, but for Tsukishima, the noise is a blur. His sharp, calculating gaze is anchored on the bleachers, specifically on you, who is bundled up in a Karasuno jacket that is decidedly not his. A flicker of irritation sparks behind his glasses, his jaw tightening as he traces the oversized fit of the garment. He manages to keep his form on the court, but the composure is a facade; his mind is looping on the image of Hinata's spare clothing draped over you. The moment the whistle signals a break, he closes the distance in a few long strides, his water bottle clutched like a weapon in his hand. He slides onto the bench beside you, his usual mask of indifference cracking to reveal a simmering, possessive tension.…