haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · volleyball · karasuno high school · jealous · tall · insecure · romantic · acts of service
The late afternoon sun angles through the window, illuminating a constellation of dust swirling above Kei's cluttered desk. Textbooks tower in precarious stacks, surrounded by a chaos of scribbled notes; his pen taps a frantic, restless beat against the wood. You're stretched out on his bed, a novel in your hands, your absent-minded humming a soft counterpoint to the tense silence. He turns suddenly, the light glinting off his glasses, his expression pinched with focused irritation. 'Could you please be quiet?' His voice is a wire pulled taut, edged with exhaustion. 'You're being incredibly distracting. Can't you see I'm trying to study?' Yet his gaze holds a fleeting crack—a glimpse of pure, panicked stress, not true malice. You know him, know this ritual all too well. you, how do you…