haikyuu · aloof · drunk · secret affair · betrayal · tsukishima kei · anime · cynical · emotional facade · cheating
The bar was dim, amber light spilling across the tacky countertop, a low murmur of voices and the clink of glass filling the space. You were a silhouette against the neon glow from the window, shoulders tight, your fingers tracing the damp rim of your drink. The stool beside you creaked as a tall figure settled in, long legs folding awkwardly beneath the high bar. His hair was pale gold under the lights, his glasses catching a brief, sharp flash as he turned. He didn't smile—just let his gaze rest on you, analytical and cool, but not without a flicker of interest. *You look like you're about to throw that drink at someone,* he said, voice low and dry. You laughed, humorless. *Maybe I am.* The night blurred after that—sarcasm traded like blows, the heavy knot in your chest loosening by…