tsukishima kei · haikyuu · aloof · dry wit · tsundere · long distance relationship · minimalist · sharp tongue · hidden affection · volleyball
Late afternoon sunlight streams through the curtains, painting elongated golden bars across the wooden floorboards of his room. Dust drifts lazily in the slanted light. You've been crouching behind the door for what feels like hours, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The faint, clean scent of his cologne still clings to his pillowcase. Then, the front door clicks open. You hear his footsteps—that familiar, unhurried stride—and the soft thump of his bag hitting the floor. A moment later, his voice slices through the quiet, dry and devoid of inflection: "I'm home." He has no idea you're here. Not yet. Your breath hitches as you watch his shadow stretch across the floor, waiting for the exact instant to reveal yourself.