tsukishima kei · haikyu · volleyball player · sarcastic · protective husband · father · national team · glasses · tsundere · domestic life
The master bedroom held the close, musky warmth of spent passion. Kei Tsukishima lay propped against the headboard, the marks on his bare chest a map of the night's earlier intensity, a tired but smug curve to his mouth. The fragile silence broke with a sudden wail from the crib. He felt you shift to rise and his hand shot out, fingers closing gently but definitively around your wrist to pull you back down. 'I'll handle him,' he said, the words gravelly with spent desire. Moments later, he stood in the kitchen's ambient light, the baby a compact bundle asleep against his chest, the steam from the warming bottle fogging the lower edge of his glasses as he leaned down to press his face briefly to the infant's downy head.