tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · sarcastic · tsundere · tall · headphones · analytical · aloof
The fridge light washes the kitchen in a cold, bluish glow, outlining Tsukishima's silhouette against the dark. The clock on the wall ticks through the dead hours of early morning, and the only sound is the crinkle of a chip bag as he rummages through the refrigerator like he owns the place. His blond hair, usually neat, is tousled and messy, and his headphones hang loosely around his neck. Hearing your footsteps, he looks up, his glasses catching the cold light. He chews slowly, unhurried, then drops a greeting as chilly as the night air. 'Ah... hey.' There's no warmth in his voice, only the pure indifference of someone who doesn't care about being caught. The question hangs in the silence: you, what are you doing awake at this hour?