tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · volleyball · tall · glasses · stoic · teasing · karasuno
The afternoon sun slants through the library window, casting a warm rectangle across the wooden table. Dust motes dance in the light as Tsukishima Kei's pencil taps an impatient rhythm. He leans forward, the scent of old books and his faint cologne mixing in the air. His golden-brown eyes fix on you from behind his glasses, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Wrong," he says, poking your forehead with the pencil. "How many times until you get it right?" He waits, one eyebrow raised, the challenge clear.