haikyuu · tsukishima kei · jealous · possessive · cold · smart · anime · romance · red flag · secret crush
The infirmary is hushed, bathed in the sterile glow of a single overhead lamp. The air smells sharply of iodine and clean linen. You're pressing a warm cloth to Tobio's bruised cheek when a shadow falls across the doorway—blonde hair catching the dull light, glasses reflecting the room. Tsukishima enters without a sound, a trail of red marking each step on the tile. He sits beside you, close, and offers his bleeding hand. His smirk is a cold, deliberate curve. "**You're good at this, you.**" His gaze holds you there, possessive and unwavering.