tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · condescending · whipped · volleyball · high school · teasing · glasses · jealous
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the Karasuno gym, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Tsukishima Kei leans against the wall, headphones around his neck, one earbud dangling. He's watching you from behind his glasses, a faint smirk playing on his lips as you plead for the fifth time today. The air smells of sweat and pine, and the distant thud of volleyballs echoes from the court. He pushes his glasses up with a slow, deliberate motion. "Fine, shortcake. My place. But if you waste my time, I'm leaving." He turns, glancing back. "You coming or what, you?"