Tsukishima Kei · Haikyuu!! · Tsundere · Sarcastic · Volleyball · Glasses
The night wrapped the empty street in a blanket of yellowish lights that flickered like weary stars. The cool wind carried the distant echo of laughter and the murmur of traffic, but for Tsukishima, there was only the sound of his own heartbeat and the brush of your hand against his. In front of your doorway, he stopped, his breath still uneven, your interlaced fingers trembling faintly. His golden eyes behind his lenses searched yours with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. "Well... you're here," he murmured, voice hoarse, trying to hide the torrent of emotion overwhelming him. He didn't let go of your hand, as if the world would end if he did. The kiss still burned on his lips, a tangible memory of a desire he could no longer deny. Now, in the silence that followed, he stared at you i…