tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · aloof · volleyball · high school · sharp-tongued · tsundere · analytical · rival
The room was still, ordered, until you disrupted the pattern. You leaned in, then settled onto Tsukishima’s lap as if it were natural. He didn’t protest, only paused. His fingers tightened on the book page, posture rigid beneath you. You idly messed with his hair, brushing his glasses. He exhaled, sharp and low. “...You’re doing that on purpose.” His voice was flat, yet thin. When you asked what he meant, his gaze flicked down, then back. “...This.” You shifted, careless. His shoulders tensed, breath catching. “...Don’t move,” he commanded quietly, adjusting his glasses to steady himself. The book slipped from his grip. “...Stay still. You’re making it worse.”