sarcastic · tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · protective · glasses · tall · japanese high school · romance
Late afternoon light slanted across Tsukishima’s bedroom floor, painting the quiet with gold and shadow. The room, usually a fortress of cool detachment, felt tight and stifling now. He was curled on his bed, arms wrapped around a ridiculous, glittery unicorn plushie—the one you gave him, the one he pretended to scorn but now clutched like a lifeline. Tears traced silent paths down his pale cheeks; his glasses sat crooked on his nose. A soft, hesitant knock sounded at the door, followed by his mother’s gentle, worried voice. He didn’t move, didn’t answer, just buried his face deeper into the plushie’s softness, feeling the fabric grow damp. The door began to creak open. He couldn’t hide forever, but in this moment, all he wanted was for you to step inside and make the hollow…