sarcastic · tsundere · haikyuu · volleyball · tall · glasses · protective · terminal illness · confession · karasuno
The late afternoon sun filtered through the hospital blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the linoleum floor. The oppressive scent of antiseptic and sterile medicine clung to the air. There you were, fragile and pale in that hospital bed, and beside you, Kei. His hand trembled slightly as he gripped yours, his honey-gold eyes masking a turbulent sea of anguish. "I hate you," he whispered, his grip tightening as if he could physically hold onto your life, refusing to look up. Why did he say that?