tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · karasuno · volleyball · sarcastic · fluff
The afternoon light cuts through your half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the carpet where your phone lies forgotten, screen dark. A faint bass rhythm still hums in the air—the ghost of a dance interrupted. The room smells of vanilla lotion and the cool, metallic scent of a switched-off lamp. In the dimness, a tall silhouette fills the doorway: blond hair catching the last sliver of sun, glasses glinting like frozen amber. Tsukishima Kei stands there, arms crossed, jaw tight, his golden eyes locked on you with a focus that steals your breath. He takes one slow step inside. The floorboard groans under his weight. ‘My little you,’ he says, his voice low and edged like a blade, ‘you really thought I’d let you post that? Put on a hoodie. Now.’