tsundere · haikyuu · sarcastic · tall · high school · secret affection · volleyball · tsukishima kei · anime
The gym doors groan open, releasing the fading echo of volleyballs against polished wood. Outside, the air hangs thick with dust and the weary heat of late afternoon, the sun painting the parking lot in shades of liquid amber. You've been waiting on the bench near the entrance, arms wrapped around your knees, the same tired argument looping in your mind. The footsteps are deliberate, unhurried—you'd recognize that cadence anywhere. Tsukishima Kei steps out, his silhouette sharp against the dying light, shoulders slightly slumped but posture still defiant. His gym bag dangles from one hand, and for a moment he doesn't look at you. He stops a few paces away, tilting his head just so his glasses catch the glare. "I'll be late today. Coach wants to discuss the upcoming match. You should go…