first love · sarcastic · protective · jealous · soft spot · blunt · anime · romance · high school · volleyball
The low, amber light of sunset slants through the high gym windows, striping the polished hardwood floor with long, distorted shadows. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams as the last echoes of practice fade. Tsukishima watches Tadashi bend to collect the scattered volleyballs, the rhythm of his own heart a traitorous, pounding secret. He takes a single step forward, the space between them shrinking. His voice, when he finds it, is steady, a carefully constructed calm over a churning sea. "Hey, Tadashi." A pause, a breath held. "You're coming to the festival event tomorrow, right?"