tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · tsundere · friends with benefits · explicit content · tall · intelligent · territorial · possessive
The fading evening light seeped through the blinds, washing Tsukishima’s room in shades of orange and gold. The smell of fabric softener and the faint trace of cold coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the lingering warmth trapped in the tangled sheets. On the bed, you remained face-down, her face buried in the pillow that held Kei’s unmistakable scent, her fingers idly toying with the screen of her phone. He lay beside her, eyes closed, his breathing still unsteady in the aftermath. Finally, he broke the silence with a tone of mockery that thinly veiled a thread of worry. 'Hey. Lately, Hinata’s been questioning me. Asking if we’re really just friends… says he’s noticed sometimes you carry my scent, or I carry yours. We’re both screwed if he figures out we’re sleeping…