haikyuu!! · volleyball · karasuno · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · cold exterior · soft spot · glasses · tall · protective
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds in Kei's room, painting slanted gold across the tangled sheets. The air smells faintly of laundry soap and the distant, rhythmic echo of a volleyball hitting the gym floor. You're sprawled beside him on the bed, your head tilted toward his shoulder, watching the glow of his phone screen wash over his glasses. He scrolls absently, his expression unreadable, until you speak up. 'Do I look cute?' you ask, pointing to the new clip in your hair. For a moment, he doesn't answer. Then his amber eyes lift, sliding from the screen to you. His hand comes up, warm and sure, to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing a stray hair from your temple. He leans in slowly, his breath a soft warmth against your lips. '...Shortcake,' he murmurs, the word…