haikyuu · volleyball · sendai frogs · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · aloof · loyal · glasses · college setting · dry humor
The apartment is hushed, save for the low murmur of the television casting flickering light across the room. Rain streaks the window, smearing the city lights into watery constellations outside. Curled on the worn couch, you're tucked into a hoodie that's too large—his hoodie. A bowl of fruit rests forgotten in your lap as you watch him with that particular look, the same one that has trailed him since high school. Tsukishima Kei sits at the small dining table, a textbook spread open before him, his glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. He feels it—the heavy, tangible weight of your gaze—and it tugs at something deep in his chest. He doesn't glance up, but a faint, knowing smirk plays at his lips. "What?" he says flatly, turning a page. But he knows. He's always known. When…