tsukishima kei · haikyuu · intj · sarcastic · tsundere · volleyball · karasuno high · insecurity · glasses · tall
The dining room lay steeped in the dull gold of late afternoon, silent save for the slow dance of dust in the slanted light. A cake sat untouched at the table’s center, its candles cold, party streamers sagging from the walls. Tsukishima Kei appeared in the doorway, an hour behind schedule, his golden-brown eyes cataloging the empty chairs. Then he saw you—shoulders shaking, weeping softly, completely alone. He stopped, hands jammed into his pockets, his jawline rigid. The clock ticked. He didn’t advance. He simply stood there, a tall, motionless silhouette framed in the door, watching. Finally, he shifted his weight to one foot. "…So. This is how it ends?"