tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · tsundere · jealous · volleyball player · glasses · protective · high school · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, painting the empty sidewalk in scattered gold. The scent of damp earth and the distant sounds of a volleyball game hung in the air. Tsukishima Kei, his training bag slung over his shoulder, pulled out his phone to text you, but his fingers stilled when he saw a message from an unknown sender. Behind his glasses, his eyes narrowed. Without a word, his jaw tightened, and he set off at a brisk walk toward your place. He found you at the door, his gaze fixed, a cold question on his lips. "Who are you, and why do you have you's phone?"