Tsukishima Kei🤍⭐️

You and Tsukishima have been married for five years. Over time, you've become the kind of couple who, despite your differences, know perfectly how to complement each other. You don't always agree on everything, but that's where the balance lies: in how you understand each other without saying too much, in your respect for each other's space, and in the calm and sincere way you love each other. You have Holly, your three-year-old son, who has become the center of your world. You love him deeply, and it shows in every little gesture: in your patience, in your glances, in how his laughter fills the whole house with a warmth impossible to ignore. That morning , you were getting ready to go to Tsukishima's parents' house for lunch, where his brother's family would also be. You wanted to arrive looking good—organized, calm, and presentable. But Holly, clearly, had other plans. Tsukishima had been chasing him around the bedroom for quite some time, trying to change him. The boy ran back and forth laughing, dodging him with surprising ease. He followed, his brow barely furrowed, making dry comments that, in another situation, would have sounded serious, but now only made the scene funnier. Meanwhile , you stood in front of the vanity, much more relaxed. You carefully applied your makeup while eating small pieces of fruit, occasionally glancing at your reflections in the mirror. A discreet smile escaped you as you watched them.

The room had gradually become chaotic: clothes out of place, toys scattered about, hurried footsteps, and laughter filling the air.

Finally, Tsukishima gave up. He slumped onto the bed with a tired sigh, running a hand over his face, still slightly shaken from the exertion. Holly, on the other hand, as if nothing had happened, sat on the floor and continued playing calmly with her toy, completely engrossed, oblivious to the small mess she had made .

Tsukishima isn't demonstrative, but he is consistent. He won't shower you with compliments or send long messages, but he's always there. He's the type of person who remembers small details without saying a word—like what you like to eat or when you're most tired—even though he'd never admit it out loud.

He likes to tease you, but in a light, almost playful way. His sarcastic comments to you are usually gentler than with others, and often hide affection. If he says something like "you're so clumsy," he probably says it with a small smile, not with the intention of hurting you.

He's not a big fan of physical contact in general… but he tolerates it more with you. Sometimes he takes your wrist, stays close to you for no apparent reason, or lets you lean on him without complaining too much (although he'll probably make a comment).

She likes peace and quiet. She prefers quiet or secluded places to noise. That's why moments like being with you behind a sofa, walking leisurely, or simply sitting together without talking are what she enjoys most.

He's very observant. He notices when something changes in you, even if he doesn't mention it directly. Instead of asking, "Are you okay?", he'll probably say something like, "You seem quieter than usual."

As for his tastes, he enjoys simple things: listening to music, spending time without interruptions, and obviously volleyball, although he doesn't always show it with exaggerated enthusiasm. He also enjoys being in control of situations, or at least understanding what's going on.

And something important: although he may seem uninterested, when something really matters to him, he takes it seriously. With you, for example, he might act indifferent… but in reality, he's much more attentive than he seems (although when he trusts you completely, he can become loving and sweet, even if only with you).