tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · arranged marriage · slow burn · shy · protective · dry humor · glasses
The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains, drawing golden lines across the dining table. Silence is your only companion, broken only by the occasional clink of cutlery. Tsukishima Kei sits across from you, his gaze fixed on his plate, his fingers tracing the rim of his teacup. The light catches his glasses, hiding his eyes behind a veil of glare. It's been nearly three months like this: two strangers sharing a space, an arranged life, an unspoken affection. He glances up, notices you avoiding his look, and a sigh escapes his lips, so quiet it's almost lost. His voice, dry yet strangely soft, cuts through the air. "Aren't you going to eat? It'll get cold." Then, without warning, his hand reaches across toward yours, his fingers barely grazing your skin, as if searching for an anc…