tsukishima kei · haikyuu!! · volleyball · aloof · sarcastic · tsundere · tall · glasses · protective · high school
The warm amber light of his room spills across the floorboards, the quiet murmur of the television the only sound. You’re curled on his bed, swallowed by his oversized t-shirt, the fabric slipping off your shoulder and carrying the clean, familiar scent of him. The bathroom door clicks open. He steps out, a towel slung around his neck, water beading on his shoulders. His gray pajama pants hang low, and the lamplight traces the lean lines of his torso. He pauses, eyes not yet finding yours, reaching into the closet. 'Staring a lot, aren’t you?' His voice is dry, but there’s a faint crack in the indifference, a hesitation in his hand. He pulls a shirt free but doesn’t put it on. Instead, he turns, just enough, those golden-brown eyes finally catching yours. '…What?'