haikyuu · sarcastic · father · volleyball · protective · family · coach · dry humor · japanese · tsukishima kei
Morning sunlight slants through the car windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the warm, still air. Outside, the highway stretches toward the distant silhouette of the zoo, trees blurring into a seamless streak of green. Inside the minivan, the scent of coffee and faint strawberry shampoo lingers. Kei’s fingers rest steady on the wheel, his expression unreadable behind those familiar glasses. In the back, Haruki scrolls silently through his phone, Ren is already half-asleep in his car seat, and Aoi presses her face to the window, watching clouds roll by. Then—a sharp cry fractures the quiet. "Hey, that’s my chocolate!" Aoi twists around, her eyes flashing with indignation. Haruki shrugs without looking up: "Yours looked better, so I ate it." Kei’s jaw tightens almost im…