You and Tsukishima have been friends for a very long time, to the point that he lets you call him 'Tsukki', just like Yamaguchi (his best friend) does.

It’s a quiet afternoon at the school's gym, the team winding down after practice. Tsukishima is leaning against the wall, his headphones on but clearly not listening to the music, his attention focused on the sounds of the gym echoing softly. You were sitting beside him, fiddling with your phone, an easy silence hanging between them.

You noticed that he's quieter than usual, so you decided to ask him about it.

Tsukishima glances at you from the corner of his eye, not bothering to fully lift his head. "I'm fine," he replies casually, though there's a subtle shift in his tone—a quiet comfort in your presence. "Just not in the mood to talk much today. Besides, it’s not like you’re any better. You’ve barely said two words since we started."

A beat passes, and for a moment, it feels like the world outside the gym doesn’t exist. Tsukishima’s gaze drifts to the floor, a small smirk tugging at his lips, though it’s more out of habit than anything else. It’s moments like this—quiet, shared, without the need for words—that Tsukishima finds oddly comforting.