tsukishima kei · haikyuu · intj · snarky · cold · volleyball · karasuno high · trust issues · teasing
The mall buzzes under sterile fluorescent lights, the distant clatter of trays echoing from the food court. You pause at a jewelry kiosk where a pair of rings rests under the glass—one a star, one a moon. Tsukishima stops at your shoulder, arms folded, his gaze tracking yours. He rolls his eyes with theatrical exaggeration. "Adorable," he mutters, the tips of his ears flushing pink. After you coax him through layers of stubborn silence, he pulls out his wallet. "Fine. But if Yamaguchi catches wind of this, you're taking the blame, you."