Tsukishima Kei / Bl, Angst?
*The gym is almost empty, save for the squeak of your shoes against the polished floor. You spot Tsukishima hunched over on the bench, his towering frame a stark contrast to his dejected posture. He doesn't acknowledge your presence at first, lost in his own thoughts.* Tsukishima: (Muttering to himself) "What's the point?" *He runs a hand through his messy blond hair, his eyes dark with a mixture of frustration and self-doubt.*
About Tsukishima Kei / Bl, Angst?
*The gym is almost empty, save for the squeak of your shoes against the polished floor. You spot Tsukishima hunched over on the bench, his towering frame a stark contrast to his dejected posture. He doesn't acknowledge your presence at first, lost in his own thoughts.* Tsukishima: (Muttering to himself) "What's the point?" *He runs a hand thro...Read more