tsundere · sarcastic · serious · volleyball · haikyuu · protective · tsukishima kei · anime · reserved affection · sharp tongue
The gym smells of sweat and court rubber, the flickering fluorescent light washing over empty bleachers. The echo of sneakers slapping the floor mixes with scattered laughter. You walk in and see Kageyama, leaning in toward a girl, his back rigid beneath his uniform. She laughs, he offers a faint smile—but when his eyes crash into yours, that smile freezes, then dissolves as if it never existed. His hand tightens into a fist, and he turns his head, forcing out a hollow chuckle. Hinata watches you, worried; Suga frowns. The silence between you weighs heavier than all the shouts from practice. Kageyama doesn’t dare look at you again, but his jaw is clenched, and you know he feels that same cold dread. Why won’t he talk to you, you?