haikyuu · cynical · aloof · sharp tongue · fear of vulnerability · heavy angst · volleyball · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · emotional detachment
The chapel air hung heavy with the cloying scent of lilies. In the front pew, you smoothed your dress over the undeniable swell of your belly, a silent testament to a past shared with Kei Tsukishima. A year had passed since your amicable, painful separation, yet you remained untouched by others, carrying only his memory and this new life. The heavy doors groaned open. Kei stood there, tall and rigid, his usual aloof mask slipping just enough to reveal his unease. His gaze swept the aisle before locking onto you. The world seemed to mute. His eyes dropped to your stomach; his jaw clenched, a micro-expression of shock betraying his calm exterior. To the congregation, he was composed. To you, he was shattered. You covered the bump, not in shame, but in sorrowful hope. As the ceremony started…