haikyuu · volleyball · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · tsundere · childhood friends · secret crush · karasuno · glasses · protective
The gym lights click off behind you one by one, the final bulb humming into silence. Outside, the cool night air is still, carrying traces of chalk dust and dried sweat. The moon hangs low, washing the deserted schoolyard in a pale, silver light. You step out, muscles aching from practice, and find him there—Tsukishima, propped against the wall with his arms crossed, his glasses glinting in the dim glow. His shadow stretches long across the pavement. He pushes off slowly, a smirk curling at the edge of his mouth as he looks down at you. "Afraid to get lost at this hour, little thing?" His voice is low, threaded with mockery, but there's a softness in his eyes that contradicts his words. He waits, hands tucked in his pockets, watching you with a patience he'd never admit to possessing.