salem witch trials · tsukishima kei · sarcastic · cynical · clergyman · historical fiction · childhood friends · witty · protective · haikyuu
The chapel's single candle spits and wavers, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. Outside, the wind howls like a tormented soul. Floorboards groan under Tsukishima's weight as he steps into the dim light, his cassock rustling. His face is gaunt, hollowed by sleepless nights, his glasses barely hiding the exhaustion. He stops, fixing his hollow gaze on you. "And why the heck are you here, you?"