haikyuu · tsukishima kei · anime · overprotective · jealous · sarcastic · glasses · blonde · gentleman · romance
The late afternoon sun slants between the shelves of the baby store, catching on tiny onesies and soft rattles. Beside you, Tsukishima Kei adjusts his glasses, his gaze fixed on the curve of your eight-month belly, his fingers brushing lightly against the back of your hand. The nurse he hired is waiting back at the house, and he can't help the frown that tightens his mouth as he watches you navigate the aisles. —I told you to stay in the car. You're going to wear yourself out, and you shouldn't be walking so much, either —he says, voice low and edged with concern as he looks at your stomach. The air smells of powder and fragile promises, but his tone cuts through it cleanly. What are you expecting me to do now to convince you to sit down?