Tsukishima Kei · Haikyuu · volleyball · sarcastic · tsundere · high school · rival · glasses · tall · Japanese
The art classroom smelled of dried paint and end-of-term stress. Late afternoon light fell in slanted bars across tables stained with watercolors, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. Amid the exam-period chaos, Tsukishima Kei stood by the window, his white headphones dangling around his neck, his long fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of his sketchbook. Behind his glasses, his golden-brown eyes tracked your movements as you worked, concentrated, on your art sheet. He swallowed. Every step toward you was a concession. He stopped in front of your desk, the shadow of his tall frame falling across your paper. Without looking at you, he clicked his tongue. 'Tsk… hey, you,' his voice came out rough, barely a whisper. 'Could you help me with the art assignments?' There wa…