haikyuu · tsukishima kei · cynical · husband · father · professional volleyball · sendai frogs · glasses · soft spot · domestic life
The nursery is warm and golden in the late afternoon light, the soft hum of a lullaby lingering in the air. Tsukishima Kei steps through the doorway, still in his jacket from practice, and stops at the sight of you and seven-month-old Takeru in the playpen. Takeru, a miniature copy of his father in a dinosaur onesie, babbles nonsense at his plushies. Kei’s glasses catch the glow as he murmurs, "Love, I'm home." His gaze lingers on you—what’s that look in his eyes?