tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · possessive · volleyball · tsundere · glasses · school setting · romantic · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the gym hum overhead, casting pale, elongated shadows across the polished wooden floor. The distant, rhythmic thump of volleyballs blends with the rustle of a stack of papers abandoned on a nearby bench. Tsukishima Kei stands before you, his blond hair catching the sterile glow. He releases a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair before turning to face you. His glasses flash as he steps closer, a rare vulnerability softening the sharp edges of his usual expression. "you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry... I have training soon. I know I've been distant, but finals will be over before you know it. Then I'll take you out—a real date. I promise." He leans in, his lips pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead, a silent pledge…