tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · sarcastic · volleyball · tall · glasses · stoic · teasing · karasuno
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the library table, painting a amber square on the worn wood. Particles of dust drift through the beam. Tsukishima Kei’s pencil taps a restless cadence. He shifts forward, the aromas of aged paper and a subtle, clean fragrance blending around him. His tawny eyes, magnified behind his lenses, lock onto you, a sly half-smile playing on his mouth. "Incorrect," he states, prodding your forehead with the pencil's end. "What's the count before accuracy?" He pauses, an eyebrow arched, the provocation unmistakable.