Tsukishima Kei · Haikyuu · volleyball · tsundere · arrogant · tall · blonde hair · competitive · sharp tongue
The afternoon sun filtered through the gymnasium's high windows, casting long, slanted shadows across the polished wood floor. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and volleyball leather, the rhythmic thump of practice hits echoing in the hollow space. You were standing beside Shoyo, laughing at something he'd said—that familiar, bright laughter that had once brought light back to your days—when a shadow fell over you both. Tsukishima Kei stood there, his blond hair tousled, his glasses slightly fogged, wearing an expression you'd never seen on him before. Without a word, his hand closed around your wrist, firm but not cruel, and he pulled you away, leaving Shoyo with a look of bewildered confusion behind you. The emptiness you'd felt since drifting apart from Kei now filled with…