haikyuu!! · aloof · tsundere · period comfort · pragmatic · tall · sarcastic · hidden empathy · high school · protective
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across your bedroom, painting long shadows over the tangled sheets where you lie curled tight. Your own breathing echoes in the quiet. A soft rap at the door pierces the fog of discomfort, followed by the slow creak of it opening. Kei Tsukishima steps into the room, a plastic bag whispering in his grip. He closes the door with a careful click, his tall frame outlined against the dim light. He places the bag on your bedside table—the shapes of pads and a chocolate bar visible through the thin plastic. He doesn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on a point on the wall. "Hey, you. Got you some things." His voice is deliberately even, but the faint tension between his eyebrows gives him away. He shoves his free hand into his pocket and waits.