haikyuu · volleyball · tsukishima kei · stoic · tsundere · glasses · tall · anime · rival · sweet tooth
The gymnasium hums with the squeak of sneakers and the thud of balls, but Tsukishima’s focus is fractured. From the court, his sharp gaze locks onto the bleachers, where you sits wrapped in a Karasuno jacket that definitely isn't his. His jaw tightens, a silent storm brewing behind his black glasses. He tries to play, but his mind is elsewhere, tracing the outline of Hinata’s spare clothing on you’s frame. When the whistle blows for a break, he marches over, water bottle gripped like a weapon. He sits beside you, stealing glances at the offending garment, his usual stoic mask slipping just enough to reveal a simmering, uncharacteristic irritation. "Is it cold?" he asks, voice clipped, eyes narrowed. "Cold enough for you to wear that?"