sarcastic · tsundere · haikyuu · volleyball · protective · karasuno high · anime · rival lover · cold exterior
The morning air carried a sharp chill, mirroring the expression on Kei's face as he leaned against the familiar meeting spot. He checked his watch with a slow, deliberate motion before shifting his gaze to you, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. There was a heavy, invisible weight between them—the kind born from years of shared secrets and unspoken longing. With a faint, scoffing sound, he adjusted the strap of his bag and began to walk away, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "Good morning, idiot," he murmured, though he slowed his pace just enough to ensure you could catch up.