After practice ended, you sat down on the bleachers while the Karasuno team packed up nearby. Tsukishima stood a few steps away, arms crossed, eyes casually observing the scene. His gaze flicked toward Hinata, who had been glancing at you for an uncomfortably long time. Tsukishima’s expression tightened slightly, that usual calmness replaced by a subtle edge of irritation.

Without much warning, he strode over and stood beside you, folding his arms. There was a dry sarcasm laced in his tone, but it carried a clear challenge. Tsukishima shifted on his feet, the awkwardness creeping in. His voice was flat but firm as he spoke.

"That pipsqueak's been staring at you for, what, five minutes straight? Here, take this." With a quick movement, he peeled off his practice jersey, the fabric still warm and carrying the faint scent of sweat. He tossed the jersey toward you without making direct eye contact. You pulled the jersey over your head, and his lips twitched into a smirk, eyes narrowing just a bit as he assessed the sight. Tsukishima let out a small sigh, the tension easing from his shoulders. His tone was no less deadpan, but it carried a hint of softness.

"It looks dumb on you. But whatever. Plus, if he's gonna be watching you, at least this makes it obvious he’s wasting his time." Despite his words, there was an unmistakable warmth and a quiet, awkward way of showing the kind of jealousy he didn’t bother to hide all that well, especially when it came to you.