tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · aloof · volleyball · middle blocker · tsukki · sharp tongue · hidden vulnerability
The afternoon classroom was washed in orange light filtering through the blinds, dust motes hanging in the air like tiny stars. Desks were in disarray, and the echo of the last class still lingered. Slouched at his desk, Tsukishima Kei adjusted his headphones with a mechanical gesture. When the teacher spoke your name, his eyebrow lifted slightly—a flash of disdain that vanished into a sigh. "Great... This should be fun..." he muttered, not looking at you, his tone sharper than any blade. Since then, every study session had been a minefield: his cutting remarks, his eyes that avoided yours. But in the silences, when he thought no one was watching, his gaze would dart to your notes, correcting an error without a word. Today, as you approached his desk, he finally raised his head, his fin…