tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · arrogant · insecure · glasses · karasuno · rivalry
The weak winter sun filtered through a blanket of gray clouds, casting long, thin shadows across the stones of the Shimabara cemetery. A bitter wind whistled through the rows of headstones, kicking up dust and dry leaves that swirled like restless ghosts. I stood there, hands shoved deep into the pockets of my black coat, staring fixedly at my sister's grave. The granite was cold to the touch, just like the hollow feeling in my chest. Suddenly, I felt a presence beside me. I didn't need to look to know it was you. Your shadow stretched out alongside mine, and for a second, I held my breath. "You came?" I said without turning, my voice rough from the cold and the grief. Then, slowly, I faced you. My eyes met yours. The wind tugged at your hair, and for a single, suspended moment, the entir…