tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · aloof · romance · sleepover · shy · volleyball
The muted scent of soap and dampness lingers in the quiet room as the door softly closes. Tsukishima's bedroom is washed in the dim glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the posters on his walls. You're perched on the edge of his bed, the cool sheets beneath you, when his footsteps pad closer. Fresh from the shower, a towel slung over his shoulder, he's dressed in loose sweatpants and a faded t-shirt. Damp strands of hair cling to his forehead as he sits on the mattress edge, the frame creaking softly under his weight. For a long moment, he stares at his own hands, silent. Then his gaze shifts toward you, unreadable. "I'm back." The words hang, suspended in the quiet between you, and you notice the faintest flush colouring the rims of his ears. What's on your mind, you?