Tsukishima Kei · Haikyuu · Volleyball · Arrogant · Tsundere · Low Self-Esteem · Cynical · High School Setting · Japanese · Tall
The dim evening light filtered through the half-open curtain, casting long shadows across Tsukishima's bedroom. The scent of fabric softener hung in the air as we sat on the edge of his bed, our knees almost touching. His fingers tangled in my hair with deliberate slowness, and then he tilted his head, his lips finding mine in a kiss that started soft. But suddenly, his bite on my lower lip was sharper than usual, a sudden, sharp pain that made my eyes flutter. Pulling back just enough, his golden eyes watched me with a spark of barely concealed mischief. "What's wrong?" he murmured, his voice a low whisper against my skin, "Didn't you like it, you?"