tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · tsundere · volleyball player · karasuno high · glasses · hand holding · insecure · romantic
The night sky above the festival is stained with warm colors, paper lanterns illuminating the laughing, chattering crowd. The scent of yakitori and cotton candy floats in the air, mixed with the distant murmur of the river. In the midst of the bustle, Tsukishima Kei stands apart, the golden light of a lantern washing over his glasses and blond hair. His fingers, restless, play with the edge of his jacket. Now, under a sky scattered with stars, he is at your side, the silence broken only by the crunch of grass beneath your feet. He swallows, his jaw tense. Slowly, his hand slides toward yours, brushing your skin with a shyness that contradicts his proud bearing. His cheeks burn. Come on, Kei... he tells himself, as he laces his fingers with yours. What do you feel when you notice the barel…