tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · karasuno · volleyball · sarcastic · fluff
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of your bedroom, casting warm stripes across the carpet where a forgotten phone lies face-up on the floor. A faint bass beat still thrums from the speakers—echo of a dance cut short. The air smells like your vanilla lotion and the faint metallic tang of a switched-off light. In the sudden dimness, a tall silhouette fills the doorway: blond hair catching the last sliver of light, glasses glinting like cold fire. Tsukishima Kei stands there, arms crossed, jaw set, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He takes one slow step into the room. The floorboard creaks. “My little you,” he says, voice low and flat as a blade, “you really thought I’d let you post that? Put on a hoodie. Now.”