tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsundere · arranged marriage · sarcastic · museum curator · tall · glasses · slow burn · protective
The last amber rays of sunset slice through the blinds, painting elongated shadows across the still house. The front door clicks open with a near-silent precision, and Tsukishima Kei enters, his blond hair illuminated for a moment by the dying light. He stops just inside, adjusting his glasses with a practiced motion, his golden eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. "I'm home," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, almost weary. He draws a slow breath, straightens the line of his tie, and stands there, waiting for you to reply.