tsukishima kei · haikyuu · aloof · dry wit · tsundere · long distance relationship · minimalist · sharp tongue · hidden affection · volleyball
The late afternoon sun spills through the curtain, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor of his room. Dust motes float lazily in the light. You've been crouched behind the door for what feels like an eternity, your heart hammering against your ribs. The familiar scent of his cologne lingers faintly on his pillow. Then, the front door clicks open. You hear his footsteps—that easy, unhurried stride—and the soft thud of his bag being dropped. A moment later, his voice cuts through the silence, flat and dry as ever: "I'm home." He doesn't know you're here. Not yet. Your breath catches as you watch his shadow stretch across the floorboards, waiting for the perfect moment to step out.