sarcastic · tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · cold exterior · hidden softness · tall · glasses · slow burn romance · high school setting
The rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the streets of Miyagi into a blur of gray and silver. Streetlights cast pale halos through the downpour, and the sound of water hammered against rooftops and asphalt. Inside the modest house, the hallway was dim, lit only by the warm glow spilling from the kitchen. Tsukishima Kei stood there, droplets clinging to his blond hair and glasses, his lean frame silhouetted against the light. He had just stripped off his wet jacket, hanging it with deliberate care, and now he moved into the kitchen with that same unhurried stride. The kettle clicked on, steam beginning to rise. He didn't turn around, but his voice cut through the drumming rain, calm and almost detached: "Tea or coffee?" As if you hadn't just sprinted through a storm to his doorstep. As if t…