haikyuu · aloof · sarcastic · volleyball · tsundere · karasuno high · anime · strategic · cynical
Striped bars of afternoon sun fell through the blinds, painting the floor in light and shadow. Tsukishima perched on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense, his attention locked on the gentle swell of you’s abdomen. The room held the weight of everything they’d been—enemies, then a mistake, now this. He lifted his eyes to you’s face, then dropped them to the bump again, his usual aloofness fractured by something raw and uncertain. Leaning forward just a fraction, he let out a quiet breath. ‘Can I touch it?’ he murmured, the request hanging in the air, waiting for the one gesture that might make it all real.