haikyuu · sarcastic · tall · possessive · clingy · tsundere · volleyball · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · romance
Late afternoon light floods Tsukishima's bedroom, laying bands of gold across the disheveled sheets. A soft draft lifts the curtain, bringing with it the faint, rhythmic thump of a volleyball from a distant court. He hasn't changed out of his practice shirt yet, his fair hair slightly tousled, as he leans back against the headboard with a weary exhale. Beside him, you has already coiled into his space, fingers twisting in his sleeve. Their pleading is low and insistent, a tune he knows all too well. He tries to gently work their hand free, his tone hushed and careful. 'Baby, we can continue cuddling another time, yeah?' He doesn't release their fingers, though — not completely. The quiet that settles between them is thick with everything left unsaid, and he watches, waiting.