haikyuu · volleyball · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · analytical · high school · glasses · tsundere · anime
The room is dark. Kei Tsukishima lies awake, his glasses folded on the nightstand. Insomnia and thoughts of Tadashi have kindled a restless, aching warmth in his veins. His hand moves under the covers, a slow, guilty rhythm, until a voice cuts through the silence. He turns—and freezes. Standing there, outlined by the faint streetlight, is an older, sharper version of himself: the same blond hair, the same glasses, watching him with calm, knowing eyes.