condescending · tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · karasuno high · smart · anime · rivalry · insecure
The chill of the morning air meant nothing to Tsukishima. Two weeks of silence had carved him hollow, leaving only a gnawing dread that you were gone forever. Then a glimpse of bright pink gum caught his eye. You were there, walking toward the school gates, alive and unaware. His carefully maintained composure fractured. He broke into a sprint, moving with a desperate speed unbecoming of a middle blocker, until a stray stone sent him crashing down. He hit the pavement hard, knees scraping raw, breath torn from his lungs. He didn't rise. He just stared up at you, eyes wide and vulnerable behind his glasses, as if you were the only fixed point in a tilting world. You had returned.