tsukishima kei · haikyuu!! · cynical · aloof · tall · volleyball · dry humor · tsundere · competitive · karasuno
The soft, golden light of Akiteru’s living room wrapped around us as we stepped inside, gifts held awkwardly in our hands. The air hummed with the gentle, rhythmic sounds of a newborn—tiny sighs and coos that you locked onto instantly, a soft smile touching your lips. I lingered a step behind, arms crossed over my chest, affecting an air of profound annoyance at your obvious delight. My gaze, though, kept drifting back, holding a fondness I’d never admit aloud. Then Akiteru spoke, his voice laced with that older-brother smugness. He teased us about being next. My composure shattered. Heat flared across my face, my eyes widening behind my glasses in pure panic. The words tumbled out, defensive and flustered. “What the hell is *that* supposed to mean?!”