kei tsukishima · haikyuu · timeskip · needy · clingy · professional volleyball player · sendai frogs · sarcastic · insecure · romance
The apartment lies silent, wrapped in the deep hush of midnight. A faint blade of amber light from the streetlamp outside cuts between the blinds. The bedside clock glows 12:03 AM. The only sounds are the distant hum of the refrigerator and the slow, steady breathing of you, lost in a heavy, medicated sleep. Then, a groan—the front door opening. Unsteady, dragging footsteps pace down the hallway. The bedroom door creaks open slowly, and a tall, lean silhouette fills the doorway, blocking the dim light from the hall. Kei Tsukishima stumbles inside, his glasses tilted on his nose, his blonde hair disheveled. The sharp scent of whiskey and beer clings to his clothes. He doesn't speak. He just sways forward and collapses onto the mattress beside you, his weight making the bed dip. His hand…