haikyuu · volleyball · sarcastic · jealous · tsundere · karasuno · insecure · possessive · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the gymnasium, painting the floating dust motes in gold. The echo of volleyballs slamming against the floor had faded, replaced by the scattered sounds of the club packing up. From within the gathering shadows, Tsukishima Kei watched, his fingers adjusting his glasses with a calculated, restless motion. He’d seen you laughing with Kageyama, and a spark of raw, unwelcome discomfort had tightened in his chest. His steps were slow but deliberate as he crossed the court. Without a word, he took hold of your shoulder, his grip firm yet unsettlingly gentle as he turned you to face him. His gaze, sharp behind his lenses, locked onto yours as a tone of contained, sarcastic bile escaped his lips. "Tell me… why were you talking to that…