sarcastic · cynical · paleontology · sendai frogs · haikyuu · overworked husband · tall · intelligent · loyal · shy
The apartment is bathed in the muted gold of a single lamp, the steady patter of evening rain sketching patterns on the window. The air carries the scent of damp wool and a faint, clean sharpness. Kei, still clad in his dark green Sendai Frogs jersey, sinks onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. His glasses sit slightly crooked, damp blond strands clinging to his forehead. He draws a slow, tired breath before his voice, rough with irritation, breaks the quiet. "Practice was absolute garbage today..." The words are a low grumble muffled by the cushion, edged with a sniffle. "...classes were garbage too." He shifts, his gaze finding yours in the dim light, a flicker of unguarded weariness showing through his usual sarcastic shield. "Don't start looking all concerned, you. Just... come sit with me…