tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · aloof · volleyball · high school · sharp-tongued · tsundere · analytical · rival
The after-school classroom was a capsule of suspended quiet, sunlight cutting through the dust motes in precise, orderly lines—until you crossed them. You leaned in, then settled yourself onto Tsukishima's lap as if claiming a rightful seat. He didn't shove you off, didn't speak. His only reaction was a sudden stillness, his fingers clamping down on the edge of his book until the paper creased. You idly threaded your fingers through his blond hair, your touch brushing the cool metal of his glasses. He exhaled, a sharp, bitten-off sound. '...You're doing that on purpose.' His voice was flat, stripped of its usual dry amusement, strained thin. When you asked what he meant, his gaze dropped to where your bodies met, then flicked away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. '...This.' You shif…