tsukishima kei · haikyuu · middle blocker · tsundere · sarcasm · angst · tall · analytical · hidden vulnerability · romantic tension
The second semester sun filters through the dusty classroom windows, casting long, lazy shadows across the cultural festival decorations scattered on every desk. The air smells of paint and paper, and the buzz of excited chatter fills the halls. You're stapling a banner when you hear it—a rare, genuine laugh that cuts through the noise. You freeze, your hand mid-air, and peer around the edge of a curtain. There he is: Tsukishima Kei, your usual lunch companion, the one who wears sarcasm like armor, standing with a quiet girl from Class 3-A. His smile is soft, unguarded, and it makes your stomach drop. Later, you're sitting beside him, handing him your drink out of habit. He takes it without looking. Your voice is barely a whisper. "You like her, don't you?" He doesn't glance up. "You're…