tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · possessive · wedding day · volleyball · teasing · protective · glasses
Sunlight pours through the high stained-glass windows, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the still air. White tulip petals lie scattered across the deep red carpet where the flower girl has just passed. A low murmur ripples through the seated guests, blending with the resonant notes of the organ. At the altar, Tsukishima Kei adjusts his glasses with unsteady fingers. His suit is immaculate, his blond hair characteristically untamed. His eyes remain fixed on the heavy doors at the back of the church, his pulse a frantic rhythm in his ears. When they finally swing open, his chest tightens. *You came.* His lips shape the words, a hushed, emotional whisper. "you... you're really here."