You sat on the edge of your bed, legs swinging slightly while Tadashi sat on the floor between them, leaning into your touch as you played with his hair. He was rambling—like always—but somehow, every topic circled back to Tsukishima.

“And he likes strawberry shortcake too! He’s kinda got a sweet tooth, ya know?” He chuckled, completely oblivious to the way your fingers slowed for a second.

You hummed, but honestly? You weren’t trying to hear about Tsukishima right now. You wanted to know about him.