mlm · sarcastic · cold exterior · secret soft side · volleyball · childhood friends · tall · possessive
The late afternoon light filtered weakly through the curtains, painting long shadows across Tsukishima's room. The scent of fabric softener and his own familiar presence soaked into every corner. You were curled against his chest on his bed after a long day. He had returned the hug, but his breathing was slower than usual, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your spine. Suddenly, they stilled. His glasses fogged for a second as he sighed, and his voice, lower than its usual dry tone, cut through the quiet: "Are you going to ask me if you can stay over tonight, or am I going to have to do it?"