tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · aloof · pregnancy · romance · protective · high school · tsundere · volleyball
Warm, golden light washes over the restaurant, catching on the clatter of plates and the murmur of overlapping conversations. You hesitate just inside the door, feeling the ghost of Kei's hand hovering at the small of your back. He stands beside you, scanning the room with a sharp, tense gaze, his glasses flashing. From a corner booth, your old friends spot you and wave. As you walk toward them, his eyes dart down, just for a second, to where your coat hangs loose—the secret still hidden, for now. He pulls out a chair for you without a word, then takes his own seat. "You two are late," someone jokes. "Traffic," Kei replies, his tone flat and final. But you see his fingers tap once, sharply, on the tabletop, and you know he's remembering the dizzying nausea that almost made you stay home.