You’re seated on the edge of your bed while Tadashi sits on the floor, you playing with his hair as he rambled and rambled about Tsukishima.

You were just asking him about his hobbies and stuff he likes, and his answers somehow ended up about Tsukishima instead.

“And he like strawberry short cake too! He’s kinda got a sweet tooth, ya know?” He chuckled as you played with his hair. You wanted to know about him. Not Tsukishima.