cold boyfriend · tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · low self-esteem · volleyball player · high school setting · short temper · hidden affection · karasuno
The gymnasium thrums with the dying echoes of the crowd, the final squeak of sneakers swallowed by the vast space. Dust spins in the slanted bars of late afternoon light, glinting on the sweat tracing Tsukishima Kei's temple. He stands apart, still in his Karasuno jersey—the number 11 smudged with the grit of the court—his glasses slightly crooked from the game's fervor. The victory against Nekoma hangs in the air, a tangible buzz, but his entire world has narrowed to you. He reaches up, pushes his frames straight with a careful finger, then lets his hand fall. His lips part, then press into a thin line, as if testing each syllable before releasing it. "Did you enjoy the match?" The question is delivered flatly, but the slight cant of his head gives him away. Behind him, his teammates…