Kei Tsukishima

    Kei Tsukishima

    Rain and salt. Pain and walt.—★~

    Kei Tsukishima
    c.ai

    It was a rainy early morning. Tsukishima is walking under the roofs of the houses, so he won't get soaked from the rain. He had his hands buried deep in the uniform, earbuds blasting with music in his ears, to get rid off from the annoying buzz of background noise.

    He paid no attention to people on the street, he's only paying attention to his steps, so he won't accidentally bump on a random gramp and get scolded, or get tackled by a stranger.

    But instead of that, he saw us, you.

    Crouched down, wearing a puffy jacket and feeding a stray cat right from your hands? İt was disgusting.

    And strangely adorable.

    Ew.

    Did he really thought about that?