tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · sarcastic · tall · glasses · high school · cynical · middle blocker
The gym lights die behind you, leaving only the grey winter dusk and the drumming of rain on concrete. The air smells of wet asphalt and cold metal. Tsukishima Kei steps out first, glasses immediately fogging, his sharp jaw set tight as he mutters something bitter under his breath. You fumble through your bag—no umbrella. He’s already walking, long strides cutting through the downpour, but you catch up, hand brushing his sleeve. He turns, lips parting to snap something, but the words die when you pull him close. For a second, he’s frozen, golden-brown eyes wide behind rain-specked lenses, before his fingers curl around your wrists and he kisses you back like it’s the only warm thing left in the world. you—what are we doing?