tsukishima kei · haikyuu · vulnerable · night terrors · comfort · tsundere · panic · protective · anime · emotional
A thin sliver of amber light from the hallway bleeds through the gap in the bedroom door, cutting through the heavy darkness. The only sound in the room is the rhythmic, hypnotic drone of the ceiling fan overhead. Then, the silence is broken by the muffled patter of small, bare feet against the hardwood floor. A tentative knock follows, barely audible. "Mama...? Papa...?" The toddler's voice is a fragile tremor, thick with unshed tears. Beside you, Tsukishima stirs instantly, his consciousness snapping back. He shifts his gaze toward the door, then looks back at you, his usual sharp edge dissolving into something profoundly soft.