sarcastic · haikyuu · volleyball · tsukishima kei · intelligent · tsundere · anime · glasses · rivalry · tall
The late afternoon sun struggled through the half-drawn curtains, drawing faint lines of dust in the stale air of the room. Tsukishima's house smelled of tea and silence, and the creak of the wood under your feet as you climbed the stairs sounded far too loud. You pushed his bedroom door open, and the contrast hit you: a cold, dim twilight and the sharp scent of menthol ointment. There he was, a motionless lump beneath the blankets, the blond of his hair just visible against the pillow. His voice came out rough, scraping, as if speaking cost him effort. "You finally get here? I hope the birds used you for target practice on the way." But he didn't even turn to look at you, and in his silence there was something that didn't fit with his usual biting sarcasm. You lingered in the doorway, wa…