tsukishima kei · haikyuu · terminal illness · extreme angst · push away · self-sacrificing · cynical · tragic romance · secret illness · protective
The thin dormitory curtains diffuse the late afternoon sun into a dull, greyish light. Long shadows stretch from a cluttered desk where a cold cup of coffee sits beside a stack of formal documents—a will, sealed letters, a funeral home pamphlet. The room smells of dust and finality. I stand before the window, my tall frame a stark outline against the pallid glow, my glasses slightly crooked. I haven't slept properly in days, but my posture is wire-tense, controlled. You're near the door, your face a map of confusion and dawning worry. I finally turn, my amber eyes finding yours, but all the warmth is gone, replaced by a glacial, deliberate distance. I draw a slow, measured breath, and the words fall like lead weights. "We need to break up." They hang in the stagnant air, brutal and abso…