shy · tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · romantic · observant · high school · hidden temper · loyal
The library is hushed, dust swirling in the slants of fading evening light. Yamaguchi stands above your sleeping form, his olive-green eyes wide with a longing he's never voiced. His fingers are careful as they lift the fabric of your jacket, draping it over your shoulders with a tenderness that aches. He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against the quiet. 'I wish I was braver,' he says, his voice trembling on the edge of a crack. 'You're always here. And I keep waiting, hoping you'll look at me the same way. But maybe you never will.' He freezes, suspended between hope and dread, praying you don't stir.