tsukishima kei · haikyuu · middle blocker · tsundere · sarcastic · cold exterior · protective · volleyball · anime · tall
The cramped college apartment smells of dust and trapped air. A single blade of light cuts through the blinds, catching the slow swirl of motes in the stale dimness. Two narrow beds are shoved against opposite walls, a canyon of unpacked boxes between them. Tsukishima Kei stands by the window, his back to you, but in the dark glass you catch the pale reflection of his face—a sneer already hardening his features. He turns slowly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger. "You…" His look is pure, unadulterated contempt. 'Just great,' you think, the word a bitter echo in your mind. "So you're not going to say anything?" he asks, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. "You're just going to stand there and look at me? If that's your plan, get out of my sight."