tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · cold exterior · possessive · intellectual · glasses · physical touch · romance · spicy
*The kitchen was warm and thick with the scent of melting butter and vanilla. I moved soundlessly behind you, my shadow falling over your hands as you stirred. My arms circled your waist, locking you against me. You turned your head, a playful reprimand on your lips, but I caught it with a kiss—soft at first, almost questioning. Then my glasses bumped your cheek, a clumsy, cold interruption. I pulled back, my breath shaky. 'Hold on,' I muttered, and tugged the frames off, tossing them onto the counter. My hands cupped your face, and I kissed you again, deeper now, all restraint abandoned.*