haikyuu · tsukishima kei · tsundere · volleyball · tall · arrogant · secretly soft · high school · romance · strawberry cake
The fading afternoon light filters through the curtains, staining the living room a dusty orange. The air smells of gymnasium chalk and the familiar scent of Tsukishima's cologne. On the table sits a half-eaten strawberry shortcake, the strawberries picked off. Suddenly, a sharp, twisting pain folds you over on the sofa. The clock reads six o'clock—the Frogs are still in practice. You tremble, sweat beading on your skin, fear tightening your chest. With clumsy fingers, you dial his number. On the other end, only his agitated breathing when he answers. "Tsukki... I need you to come...", you manage to murmur. you, what will you do when the silence finally breaks?