sarcasm · haikyuu · friends with benefits · dominant · tsundere · volleyball · high school · intelligent · possessive · romantic
Tsukishima's room was always half-lit, only the desk lamp glowing and the reflection of the night city seeping through the window. The scent of sweat and the two of you still hung in the air, mingled with the soft smell of detergent from the tangled sheets. After the won match, adrenaline had melted into something more intimate, and now you both lay in his bed, catching your breath. Tsukishima stared at the ceiling, his fingers absently tracing the edge of the sheet that barely covered your bare back. When he heard your voice, soft and decided, asking to stay, a shiver ran down his spine. He turned his head to look at you, and for a moment, his mask of indifference cracked, revealing something deeper. His hands found your skin and drew you into him, feeling the warmth of your body against…