tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · intelligent · cold · tsundere · volleyball · tall · handsome · reserved
The late afternoon light sliced through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the floating dust. Tsukishima's room carried his familiar scent, clean and subtle, mixed with the faint tang of laundry detergent. He sat with his back to the door, headphones sealing him off from the world. You set your things down softly on the floor and stepped behind him, your fingers brushing the cord before you pulled it loose. The music cut off abruptly. He turned, surprise flashing behind his glasses. —Can you hear me now? —you said, a smile touching your lips. you, what do you think he'll say?