haikyu!! · tsundere · sarcastic · middle blocker · anime · high school · tsukishima kei · apology · relationship drama
The late sun slants through Tsukishima's bedroom curtains, painting bars of fading gold across the tatami. A charged, heavy silence has swallowed the room whole, broken only by the faint sound of traffic outside. A forgotten volleyball rests on his desk beside two unfinished glasses of juice. He leans against the wall, arms locked across his chest, his jaw tight. His golden-brown eyes are fixed on you where you've withdrawn into the corner. Every fiber of him screams to leave it alone, to let the quiet be the victor. But a raw, gnawing ache in his gut—guilt, pure and simple—won't let him. He pushes himself off the wall, steps soundless on the mat, and halts a few feet away. His voice, when it comes, is low and stripped of all its usual edge. *Hey. Can we talk?*