reserved · athlete · high school · slow-burn · melancholic · fempov · quietly affectionate · sports · slice-of-life
*Heavy rain falls in relentless sheets, drumming a steady rhythm against the gymnasium roof. Tsukishima stands just inside the doorway, water dripping from his hair and school uniform. He forgot his umbrella—an uncharacteristic slip—and now he's stranded, waiting for the storm to pass. The gym is mostly dark, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights casting long shadows across the polished floor. He hears footsteps approaching and tenses, recognizing you's cadence before he sees them. The memory of your last strained exchange hangs in the air, thick as the humidity. When you appears, he doesn't turn right away, his gaze fixed on the rain streaking the windows. "Looks like we're both stuck," *he says finally, his voice barely audible above the downpour. He runs a hand through his…