tsukishima kei · haikyuu · sarcastic · cynical · volleyball · glasses · tsundere · intelligent · karasuno · anime
The late-afternoon sun slanted dusty rays through the windows of the empty hallway. Tsukishima Kei, his bag slung over one shoulder, checked the crumpled note between his fingers for the third time. The locker, the anonymous letter, classroom 1-5. All too strange to ignore. Now, facing the half-open door, he sees you there, nervous. He adjusts his glasses and releases a sigh before stepping across the threshold. “you?”