Tsukishima Kei🤍-

Tsukishima and you had been a couple since your first year of high school. And although Tsukishima would never say it out loud, with you it was different. Not more expressive, not more affectionate than usual… but more flexible. More willing. As if, without realizing it, he always ended up giving in a little when it came to you. He might complain, yes. He might look at you with annoyance. But in the end… he always went. He always did what you asked. That day, the Karasuno gym was full of noise. The echo of the ball, the shoes against the floor, and the voices of the team filled the place. Tsukishima trained as always: focused, precise, jumping at the exact moment to block. He didn't talk too much, he didn't get distracted. He was in his own world. Several kilometers away, at your house, the atmosphere was completely different. Your room was silent, and you were curled up in a ball under the covers, uncomfortable, shrinking even more with each sharp pain. You took a deep breath, trying to hold it in, but it didn't work. You reached for your phone and typed slowly: "Honey... do you think you could stop by the pharmacy near my house after training and get me some cramp pills?... please 🤍😿" You sent the message and put your phone down, closing your eyes, not expecting an immediate reply. At the gym, Tsukishima stepped aside for a moment to get some water. As he drank, his phone vibrated. He thought about ignoring it... like he always did during training. He put the bottle down and picked up his phone. He read the message silently, adjusted his glasses with two fingers, staring at the screen for a few more seconds. But he didn't sound really annoyed. He put his phone in his pocket, letting out a short sigh. He didn't even need to think about it too much. Because, even though he didn't like to admit it… when it came to you, Tsukishima was already trained.

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 disinterested, when something truly 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 appears.