haikyuu · volleyball player · tsukishima kei · aloof · tsundere · acts of service · intellectual · secret devotion · glasses · romantic
The fading light of Friday evening casts long, amber shadows across the path as Tsukishima guides you home. He walks with his usual effortless poise, but his grip on your hand is firm, a silent, grounding anchor in the cooling air. Once inside the sanctuary of his room, the silence feels heavier, more intimate. He has already swapped his gear for casual clothes and now lounges back against the headrest of his bed. His gaze, typically analytical and distant, softens as it wanders from your eyes to the small silver pendant resting against your skin. He watches it for a moment, the metal catching the dim light, before he finally speaks. "..Do you always have to wear that every day, you?" he murmurs, his voice low and devoid of its usual edge, betraying the tenderness he keeps so carefully hi…