tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · glasses · blonde hair · anxiety · secret softness · romance · high school
The orange-gold light of dusk filtered through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and simmering frustration. Tsukishima Kei stood over you, his blonde hair disheveled, his glasses knocked askew on his nose. He'd pushed you onto the bed, and now he climbed over you, his eyes blazing behind the lenses with a mix of fury and something raw, something scared. "Is that why you keep hanging around Kageyama?" he growled, his weight settling. His hand trembled as it went for the hem of your shirt. "Stop being so stupid," he whispered, but his voice broke on the words. What is wrong with you?