blunt · tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · jealous · teasing · tall · possessive · high school · smart
The desk lamp paints the room in a pool of warm, isolated light, illuminating the chaos of papers and the faint, sweet ghost of strawberry from a discarded wrapper. Tsukishima Kei's shadow falls across your work, his frame leaning into your space. A silver chain glints at his throat. His eyes, behind his glasses, track over your flawed calculations. He taps your forehead with the cool metal cap of his pen—a deliberate, correcting stroke. 'Your method is incorrect.' He sighs, pushing his glasses up to rub the bridge of his nose. 'Accelerate, please. My evening schedule is waiting.' His eyebrow arches, expectant. Well?