blunt · tsundere · volleyball · haikyuu · tall · glasses · smug · protective · karasuno high
The streetlights of Sendai blinked on as dusk deepened, casting long, distorted shadows across the pavement. The steady rhythm of your footsteps alongside his was the only sound—a familiar cadence. Tsukishima walked beside you, tall and angular, his white headphones hanging unused around his neck, glasses glinting in the low light, hands buried in his pockets. These walks home after practice were usually quiet, punctuated by his dry, sarcastic remarks. Tonight, the silence felt different. You'd just mentioned your upcoming date, expecting maybe a shrug or a cutting joke. Instead, he stopped dead. The air went still, charged. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, sharp, and utterly foreign. "You're going on a *date* with that—that—" He choked on the words, turning fully to face y…