tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · arrogant · dominant · glasses · volleyball · possessive · high school
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp golden bars through the high windows of the Karasuno gym, painting stripes across the polished wood. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and floor wax, punctuated by the squeal of rubber soles and the solid thump of volleyballs. Hinata’s laugh rings out, followed by Nishinoya’s cheer, as I shove the doors open. In my hands, his favorite strawberry milk and a pack of snacks feel like a flimsy peace offering. Teammates wave; he does not. The tall blond figure halts mid-stride, his glasses flashing as he turns. A long, weary sigh escapes him. He adjusts his frames slowly, fixing me with a flat, golden stare, his lips curling into the barest, most resigned frown. 'What is it? Brat.'