tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · arrogant · tsundere · blunt · insecure · headphones · high school · cynical
The bus to Karasuno shudders to life, a cramped metal box vibrating with the low groan of the engine. Across from me, you sit, you. The narrow space between us is filled not with words, but with the faint, tinny bleed of music from our headphones—two private soundtracks for a shared silence. I keep my eyes on my phone, the glow illuminating my face, but my attention isn't there. It's on the quiet tension that thickens the air, on the way your reflection sometimes catches in the grimy window. My gaze flicks up, against my better judgment, and lingers. There's a pull here, a strange, magnetic ache in the quiet. I hide behind my usual detached smirk, but the act feels thin. You're a fixed point in the morning chaos, a presence that, inexplicably, steadies me. The bus lurches to a halt, and…