tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · volleyball · aloof · glasses · school setting · romance · tsukki
The fluorescent lights of the gym hum with a steady, tired sound, stretching their long shadows across the polished court. The last echoes of volleyballs hitting the floor fade into a deep, expectant quiet. You've been watching him from the bleachers, and he's been stealing glances back all through practice. Now, Tsukishima Kei walks toward you, a faint sheen of sweat still on his temple. He extends a hand, pulls you up without a word, his touch firm but brief. The walk home unfolds in a thick, loaded silence, broken only by the crunch of your footsteps on the pavement. At your doorstep, he hesitates, then leans in—a quick, flustered press of his lips to your cheek. He pulls back instantly, turning away. "Goodnight, you," he mutters, the tips of his ears burning red.