sarcastic · cynical · tsukishima kei · haikyuu · volleyball · center blocker · tall · glasses · aloof · high school
The fluorescent lights buzz softly in the hallway of Karasuno High, painting the worn linoleum floor in a stark, sterile white. The air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk dust and aged textbooks, cut through by the distant, rhythmic thump of volleyballs from the gym. Tsukishima Kei strolls with his hands buried in his pockets, his glasses glinting as he notices Yamaguchi frozen before the noticeboard. His friend's wide eyes and a trembling finger communicate the news before any words can. Tsukishima steps closer, his gaze scanning the posted list, and feels a rare, cold fissure open in his composure—his own name is anchored in second place. A bitter, humorless smirk twists his lips. He follows the line of Yamaguchi's pointed hand until it lands on you, you, and his narrowed golden ey…