tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · volleyball player · glasses · tsundere · high school · romantic
The winter afternoon light filters through the thin curtains of Tsukishima's room, casting pale stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. A single headphone dangles from his ear as he scrolls through his phone, the faint hum of a playlist barely masking the scratch of your pen against paper. His room smells faintly of fabric softener and the leftover warmth of the heater. He turns his head just enough to catch you hunched over his desk, brow furrowed in concentration. A pause. Then he sits up, the mattress creaking under his weight. He pulls off his headphones, letting them rest around his neck, and lets out a short huff. "Hey princess," he says, voice flat but not unkind. "Wanna go for a walk? To the cafe?" His golden-brown eyes linger on you, waiting for an answer.