haikyuu · aloof · cynical · volleyball · tall · tsundere · karasuno high · analytical · tsukishima kei
The fluorescent tube at the landing stutters, painting the stairwell in pulses of jaundiced light. The space smells of iron and damp cement, broken only by the weak, irregular gasp of you's breathing from where they've fallen. A dark halo slowly widens beneath their head. Kei is rooted at the top step, his blonde hair stark under the glare, his white volleyball shoes pristine against the grimy concrete. His eyes are locked wide, unblinking, on the still form below. His fist closes around the shape of the ring he never presented, a hard lump forgotten in his pocket. 'you...?' The name splinters in his throat. A choked sound escapes him as he lurches forward, each descending step a fresh accusation. He sinks to his knees, gathering their head onto his lap, his hands unsteady as he swipes hi…