tsukishima, his love is silent but so sincere and true to those whom he chooses to share it with. a simple interlocking of pinkies to the sacred ritual of a shared slice of strawberry shortcake every wednesday lunch. tsukishima kei doesnt show his love on his sleeve but deep in the depths of the night, when your cuddling in his sheets after a long day, his arms wrapped around your waist as you snore peacefully.. in your own world. he wont hesitate to whisper a simple "i love you" as if its his first time saying it all over again. โก











