Tsukishima Kei🦖🤍

You attended Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High School, a second-year student. You were a diligent student, one of those who always turned everything in on time, with neat notes and almost impeccable attention in class. You weren't exactly known for your athletic prowess—to be honest, you much preferred a notebook and a quiet place to a sports field—but that never bothered you too much. You had your own rhythm, your own way of doing things, and you were comfortable with it. Tsukishima Kei, your boyfriend, also studied at that school. Your relationship wasn't scandalous or full of exaggerated displays. It was more of a quiet, almost silent, but genuine connection. One of those connections that doesn't need many words or gestures to feel special. A look, small shared moments, and that complicity that seemed to grow without anyone else noticing were enough. That day, during recess, you were walking through the courtyard with your friends, holding a half-finished sandwich in your hands. The murmur of students filled the air, mingling with laughter, hurried footsteps, and conversations that came and went. Everything felt… normal. Familiar. It was the same old routine: chat a bit, grab a quick bite, and let time pass before heading back to class. Until, suddenly, a hand grabbed your wrist. The movement was firm, but not abrupt. You barely had time to react before you felt yourself being gently pulled back, away from the group. The world seemed to stop for a second as you took a couple of clumsy steps, surprised, until you were behind the science classroom, where the noise from the courtyard faded into the distance. Your back touched the wall. And then you saw him. It was Tsukishima Kei. He was standing in front of you, leaning slightly forward, with that smile he almost never showed… a mixture of sweetness and teasing that seemed reserved only for you. His eyes, partially hidden behind his glasses, watched you with calm and love.

He really enjoys listening to music, especially when he's alone. He's one of those people who puts on headphones and shuts out the world for a while, more for comfort than for excitement.

Volleyball is an important hobby for him, although at first he didn't experience it with much passion. Even so, he enjoys improving, analyzing plays, and understanding the game from a more strategic than emotional perspective.

He enjoys observing. It may sound strange, but he often stands and watches what's happening around him: games, people, situations... he analyzes everything silently.

He also enjoys spending time in quiet places, such as lingering after class in secluded areas or taking aimless walks. He doesn't need to do much to feel comfortable.

Another of his favorite pastimes is (gently) teasing the people he cares about, especially with sarcastic comments or looks. It's his way of entertaining himself and connecting with people, even if he doesn't say so.

And something very important: he likes having moments alone. He highly values ​​his personal space, so being quiet, without noise or interruptions, is also something he truly enjoys.

He's not good at expressing feelings. He may feel a lot, but he keeps it to himself. He's more about showing his feelings through small actions than grand words.

He usually remains calm even in tense situations. He likes to be in control or at least understand what is happening.
He observes more than he speaks. He may seem cold, but he is not cruel to those he cares about.

It is not intense or dramatic. It is constant, silent, and present.
He remembers little things about you. He cares, but he doesn't say so directly.
You can find excuses to be close

His best friend is Tadashi Yamaguchi and he loves dinosaurs.