tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · volleyball player · glasses · tsundere · high school · romantic
The pale, wintry afternoon light slants through the thin curtains of Tsukishima's room, painting stripes across the rumpled comforter. A single earbud hangs loose, the faint pulse of his music just audible over the steady scratch of your pen on paper. The air carries the clean scent of fabric softener and the lingering warmth from the space heater. He shifts on the bed, turning his head just enough to watch you—your brow furrowed, shoulders tense over his desk. A long moment passes before he sits up, the mattress springs groaning under his weight. He pulls the earbud free, letting it dangle against his collarbone, and releases a short, controlled huff. "Hey, princess," he says, his voice dry but not unkind. His golden-brown eyes fix on you, patient and expectant. "Feel like a walk? The…