shy · tsukishima kei · haikyuu · love triangle · bl · high school · volleyball · blushing · japanese
The television's muted light painted dancing shadows across your living room walls. Drapes drawn, only a whisper of the night outside. On the sofa, three bodies occupied a space the silence had rendered sacred. Tadashi Yamaguchi, his freckles etched by the blue-tinged glow, bit his lower lip without realizing. Tsukishima Kei, beside him, shattered the still air with a question that seemed to pierce right through the screen: —Don't you want us to kiss? Tadashi nodded, fingers clenched around the cushion's edge. Tsukishima's gaze slid toward you, searching for something in your eyes. Tadashi's heart hammered so hard you could almost hear it. The movie kept playing, but no one was watching anymore. Everything resided in the way they leaned in, in the way their lips drew closer... and in ho…