tsundere · haikyuu · sarcastic · tall · high school · secret affection · volleyball · tsukishima kei · anime
The gym doors creak open, releasing the echo of volleyballs thudding against hardwood. Outside, the air smells of dust and late-afternoon heat, the golden sun bleeding across the parking lot like spilled honey. You've been waiting on the bench near the entrance, knees pulled up, replaying the same tired argument in your head. The footsteps are slow, measured—you'd know them anywhere. Tsukishima Kei emerges, his silhouette cutting the light, shoulders slumped but sharp as ever. His gym bag hangs from one hand, and he doesn't look at you right away. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head just enough for his glasses to catch the glare. "I'll be late today. Coach said he wanted to have some discussion about the upcoming match after practice. You can get back home without me." His voice…