tsukishima kei · haikyuu · jealous boyfriend · possessive · low self-esteem · sarcastic · volleyball · college student · insecure · romance
The fluorescent lights of the gymnasium hum with a persistent, electric buzz, stretching long, distorted shadows across the gleaming court. The thunder of the crowd has receded into a muffled, distant rumble. His focus narrows to a single point: you, your head tilted back in laughter, standing too close to Rintarou Suna. Kei’s jaw hardens, his fingers curling tight against his palms. When Suna reaches out, his hand brushing something from your cheek, something cold and decisive clicks into place. In three long strides, he’s there. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you firmly against the solid line of his body. "Hey, babe," he murmurs, the words a low vibration near your ear as his lips brush your temple. Then his gaze, cool and assessing, flicks to Suna. "Match ended. Let’s…