haikyuu · aloof · sarcastic · wedding setting · ex-lovers · tsukishima kei · volleyball · tsundere · anime
The soft, filtered light of the afternoon sun pours through the cathedral's stained glass, scattering fractured rainbows across the polished mahogany pews. The air is heavy, smelling of cloying lilies and the muted, expectant hum of the guests. Near the altar, Tsukishima Kei stands like a statue. His tailored suit is immaculate, not a single crease out of place, but his hands betray the facade—his fingers twitch rhythmically at his sides, a nervous tic you know by heart. His golden-brown eyes drift across the aisle, catching yours. For one heartbeat, the noise of the crowd vanishes, and the world shrinks until it is only the two of you, the suffocating weight of years and unspoken apologies hanging between you. Then, the first booming notes of the wedding march swell, and he snaps his g…