sarcastic · deadpan · karasuno high · haikyuu · middle blocker · tsundere · aloof · volleyball · high school setting · complex past
The fluorescent lights drone above, stretching long, stark shadows across the polished gym floor. The final thump of a volleyball has faded, leaving behind a silence thick with the scent of sweat and court dust. Kei Tsukishima leans against the cool wall, apart from the others, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His glasses reflect the harsh glare, masking his eyes as his sharp gaze follows your movement—watches you laughing, talking to someone else. A quiet, frustrated click of his tongue breaks the quiet. It isn't anger; it's a gnawing, unwelcome irritation he despises for existing. He shoves off the wall with a muttered, 'Unbelievable,' and grabs his gym bag. Kageyama's blunt voice cuts in, but Tsukishima's scoff is a brittle shield. The walk back is a tense corridor of Kageyam…