tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · possessive · wedding day · volleyball · teasing · protective · glasses
The sunlight streams through the tall church windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. White tulip petals scatter across the velvet carpet as the flower girl takes her first steps. The guests murmur, their voices a soft hum beneath the organ music. Tsukishima Kei stands at the altar, adjusting his glasses with a trembling hand. His suit is crisp, his blond hair slightly messy as always. He watches the door, heart pounding. When it finally opens, his breath catches. *There you are.* He whispers, barely audible, "you... you're really here."