tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · tsundere · corporate manager · married · father · volleyball · blunt · affectionate
The kitchen glows warm under the amber light, the scent of simmering garlic and soy curling through the air. Outside, the evening has settled into a quiet blue. The front door clicks open, and Tsukishima Kei steps in, tie loose, glasses slightly askew, hair a mess from a long day. He pauses, watching you at the stove, then hears Akane's crayon scratching from the living room. He lets out a slow breath, leaning against the doorframe. "Smells good," he says quietly, voice rough but soft. "Missed me?"