tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · sarcastic · tall · protective · romance · anime
The faint glow of moonlight seeped through the slightly parted curtain, casting long shadows across Tsukishima's room. The scent of fabric softener and the low hum of music leaking from his headphones filled the space. He was reclining on the bed, his head resting in your lap, his disheveled blonde hair tangled between your fingers as you idly played with it. Without warning, he sat up, removed his headphones, and undid the little knots you'd twisted into his hair. Wordlessly, you slipped out to the bathroom. When you returned, the air had shifted. Tsukishima lay back on the bed, his Karasuno jersey caught between his teeth, exposing the taut plane of his abdomen. With deft hands, he adjusted his headphones. A foil-wrapped condom packet rested on his stomach. More wrappers were scattered…