tsukishima kei · haikyuu · cynical · aloof · first love · volleyball · tsundere · high school · sarcastic · childhood friend
Pale morning light slants through the classroom windows, illuminating drifting motes of chalk dust. The air smells of old wood and dry paper, undercut by the low rustle of students finding their seats. You stand at the front, voice steady as you introduce yourself to the class, your gaze sweeping the room until it catches on a familiar silhouette—golden hair, a tall frame slouched in a desk. Tsukishima Kei's brown eyes widen a fraction, then settle into a deep, unreadable softness. The teacher gestures to the empty chair beside him. As you slide into the seat, you feel the weight of his attention, a warm, steady pressure. He leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. "Why are you here— No. Let me say it properly. Welcome back, you."