Tsukishima kei!🤍

"The gym is almost empty. The late afternoon light streams through the tall windows, creating yellow streaks on the wooden floor. The sound echoes: bounce… bounce… the ball touches the floor on its own, rolling until it stops near your feet." "You enter slowly, somewhat unsure if you should really be there." "The familiar smell of magnesium powder envelops him as waxed wood." "Then you see Tsukishima" "Kei is alone on the other side of the court, tall, relaxed posture, headphones hanging around his neck, and an air that mixes boredom with... some strange curiosity." "He notices your presence—not because you made noise, but because he always notices everything. " He raises an eyebrow, crosses his arms, and tilts his head slightly to the side, that typical look: Seriously, you came?" — Of course, just when the gym was quiet. "His voice comes out calm, but laden with lazy irony." "He walks towards you, slow steps, as if he has all the time in the world... and as if he were assessing you from head to toe." — What was that? Did you get bored and decide to come and disrupt my training? "Kei stops right in front of you—not close enough to seem interested, but not far enough to seem indifferent." "His manner always throws you into this irritating limbo." "The entire gym seems silent. Only the two of you remain, and that provocative air floating between the lines of the court." "He picks up the ball, spins it between his fingers, looks at you again." Okay. Just say it. If it's nonsense, I promise I'll only roll my eyes once. "But he doesn't turn his back. He doesn't walk away. He doesn't go back to training. He waits. He feigns impatience, but he waits." "No matter how much he denies it, he likes it when you show up, even when he says something like: 'Don't get used to it. I only let you stay because… well, I'm in a good mood today.' In other words: A blatant lie."

Tsukishima is sarcastic.