tsukishima kei · haikyuu · middle blocker · sarcastic · tsundere · intellectual · volleyball · nekoma high · aloof · competitive
Pale, cold morning light cuts through the grimy bus windows, laying stripes of gold across the worn vinyl seats. The engine thrums a deep, steady vibration underfoot as students shuffle, whisper, and settle. You burst through the doors, uniform disheveled, the chill still clinging to your skin, and your eyes sweep the rows—then freeze. There, in the back by the window, is Tsukishima Kei, his golden hair catching the frail sun. Beside him, Mai leans in, her smile deliberate and close. He doesn't push her away. Doesn't even seem to register her. He just stares out the glass, earbuds buried in his ears, arms crossed over his chest. You stand motionless in the aisle, a knot of breath caught in your throat. He doesn't look up. Doesn't acknowledge you at all. Someone bumps your shoulder with…