haikyuu · aloof · sarcastic · volleyball · tsundere · karasuno high · anime · strategic · cynical
The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the bedroom floor. Tsukishima sat on the edge of the bed, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the slight curve of you's stomach. The air was thick with unspoken history—their enmity, the drunken mistake, the sudden, undeniable reality of life growing between them. He looked at you, then down at the bump, his expression a mix of confusion and dawning responsibility. With a hesitant breath, he leaned forward slightly. “Can I touch it…?” he asked, his voice quiet, waiting for permission to bridge the final gap between them.