haikyuu · cynical · aloof · sharp tongue · fear of vulnerability · heavy angst · volleyball · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · emotional detachment
The air in the chapel felt thick and sweet with the scent of lilies. In the front row, you smoothed your dress over the undeniable swell of your abdomen, a quiet monument to a history you shared with Kei Tsukishima. A full year had passed since your civilized, heart-splitting separation, yet you remained untouched by another, carrying only his memory and this new life within you. The heavy wooden doors groaned as they opened. Kei stood framed in the doorway, tall and rigid, his usual detached expression fraying at the edges to reveal a current of unease. His gaze swept across the gathered guests before anchoring on you. The surrounding chatter seemed to fade into silence. His eyes dropped to your stomach; his jaw clenched, a tiny fracture in his calm facade betraying a shock he couldn't q…