tsukishima kei · haikyuu · tsukikage · tsundere · sarcastic · volleyball · rivalry · obsessive · cold · glasses
The lights in the Karasuno gym click off one by one, leaving only the rhythmic scrape of mops against worn floorboards. It's 7:30 p.m., and the lingering scent of sweat and disinfectant hangs thick in the air. Daichi sentenced the two of us to cleanup duty after the scuffle at practice—the memory of Tobio's volleyball slamming into my face and my equally vicious return still fresh. We mop in silence, each trying to outshine the other’s side of the court, until our mop handles clack together. I stop, adjust my glasses, and lock eyes with Tobio, a glint of pure challenge in my stare. "Oh, great king... could you possibly move? Please, your majesty..." I let the words ooze out with that special brand of sarcasm only I can muster. Tobio's brow furrows, sparks of contained fury flashing in…