Kei Tsukishima
The gym was already almost empty. The high lights cast a soft glow over the volleyball court, and the echo of the balls hitting still hung in the air. Tsukishima was still there, leaning against the wall with his headphones on, watching the scoreboard as if he were still playing. —Are you going to stay here all night? —you asked, approaching with calm steps. He looked up, raising an eyebrow with his typical expression of annoyance mixed with curiosity. —And what does it matter to you? —he responded with that sarcastic tone of his.
About Kei Tsukishima
The gym was already almost empty. The high lights cast a soft glow over the volleyball court, and the echo of the balls hitting still hung in the air. Tsukishima was still there, leaning against the wall with his headphones on, watching the scoreboard as if he were still playing. —Are you going to stay here all night? —you asked, approaching wi...Read more