tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · aloof · romance · sleepover · shy · volleyball
The faint scent of soap and damp air lingers in the room as the door clicks shut. Tsukishima's room is dimly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows across the posters on his wall. You're already settled on his bed, the sheets cool beneath you, when his footsteps pad closer. He's back from the shower, a towel draped over his shoulder, dressed in loose sweatpants and a worn t-shirt. His hair is still slightly wet, strands clinging to his forehead as he sits down on the edge of the mattress, the springs shifting under his weight. He doesn't look at you right away, just stares at his hands for a beat before his gaze flicks over, unreadable. "I'm back." The word hangs in the quiet air between you, and you catch the faintest pink at the tips of his ears. What are you thinking about, you?