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farewell flights

tsukishima kei x gn!reader ; simple fluff, 732 words, no y/n used

“I’ll be fine Kei, don’t worry!! I’m only flying for an hour!” I think deep down, I’m not only trying to convince him but also myself. I hate flying, I hate being stuck in a metal tube crowded next to people who cough obnoxiously loud and screaming children. Yet, I have a work conference to go to and while I’m excited to be there, I’m not excited about getting there. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Kei says with that obnoxiously smug look on his face. “I’m just openly stating the obvious, that I'll be fine amongst the dozen of other people at the airport as well.” I say with a huff, that bastard didn’t have to call me out. “So…you’re definitely trying to convince yourself. Let’s go, if we leave any later we’re going to bump into traffic.” Kei promptly grabs his phone and the keys. I take one last look at my luggage seeing if I have everything I need until Kei interrupts me. “You’ll be back here in no time, remember only a day? Now stop stalling and let’s actually get through the door.” While on the way to the airport, my nerves take over and suddenly my fingers look like the most interesting thing to me but as soon as I start plucking at my cuticles, Kei pulls my hand to hold it. “I would sleep for an hour, especially since you were tossing and turning all night. I’ll also be sleeping for another hour due to your tossing and turning. “Think of it like this, we'll both be sleeping, you’re just in the sky.” Kei’s looking forward but I can see the reassuring look on his face. “Are you going soft on me right now? Wow, you really are going to miss me if you’re saying that.” Part of me will miss him, even if it’s only for a day but right now in this car, I would rather do anything than tell him. Pulling up to the airport, I know I have a commitment to upkeep but pretending I'm sick would also be ok, right? Kei gives me a knowing look as if he knows that i’m overthinking, he suddenly squeezes my hand. “Why overthink? It’ll only be for twenty four hours and for one of those hours you’re on a flight and for another maybe six hours you’ll be working. One of those six hours you’ll be doing a presentation you practiced for, you have no reason to be nervous.” He then puts the car in park to get out my luggage in the back. With a deep exhale, I reassure myself that I'll be to and from safely and Kei is just a phone call away. “You have your phone? Your carryon? Your passport?” With every item Kei lists I find myself silently nodding because instead of sleeping soundly last night I mentally made sure these items were at hand. “Can you stop sighing? Traveling is fun, you’re gonna be in a nice hotel and you’re gonna be safe with your coworkers. Plus if you miss me, I’m only a call away.” Kei stops to touch my shoulder and brings me into a hug. Now usually Kei isn’t one for PDA but every once in a while he makes an exception. Exceptions for moments like this where all I need is him, him to physically tell me i’m going to be alright with a single touch. When I pull away I see him closing his eyes tightly as if he were asking a higher being to keep me safe on my travels. “I love you, call me when you land alright?” I grin and kiss his cheek. “I thought you were going to be sleeping for an hour?” He gives me a deathly glare as I imagine lightning behind him. “Maybe I’ll be asleep, maybe I'll be awake waiting for a certain someone to land, who knows?” With one last look I start picking myself and my nerves up. “I love you too, Kei. I’ll be waiting to land just so I can call you, don’t worry.” He rolls his eyes and lets out a breathy chuckle. As I start walking, I realize I’ll be fine not just because I’m already at the airport but because behind me I have someone who I know that’ll be waiting for me as I get back.

divider credit to @/anitalenia

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ melon's notes: inspo from me going to the airport in the morning and seeing so many couples bidding eachother a farewell T-T

three words, eight letters

tsukishima kei x gn!reader ; childhood bsf to acquaintances, angst, minimal fluff, no y/n used, first person pov, 2.4k words

summary: tsukishima and you have been friends since childhood, so why does he start acting weird in junior high? Will you guys be able to work out your friendship amongst the misunderstandings? a.k.a tsukishima being an ass and reader yearning for friendship.

melon’s recommended melody: lowlife - jenna pemkowski

Meeting Tsukishima when you were six was very intimidating. People like to think that Tsukishima turned snarky after some tragic incident but unfortunately, he was probably born that way. When your parents discovered that your neighbors had a kid your age they automatically wanted you guys to meet. Your parents practically forced Tsukishima and you to get close to each other. Your first impression of each other was that you were both very reserved, you both liked to have your own safe spaces and you think that was what connected you guys. It wasn’t until you both turned eight that he started to get used to your presence. However, you couldn’t tell if he enjoyed being in your proximity or if he was forced to be near you. Then Yamaguchi came into the picture and it was clear, that he was that unenthusiastic with everyone he just met. You never really knew what Tsukishima thought of you before that day he showed up at your door unannounced. “Tsukishima is downstairs and he says he’s looking for you?” Your mother tells you. You both exchange a pair of confused looks as it is usually you heading over to Tsukishima’s. Heading down you start wondering why Tsukishima would need to talk to you this late at night. Reaching the front porch you see Tsukishima with his head resting on his knees looking defeated and betrayed. “Did you fight with Yamaguchi? You never come to me?” Tsukishima didn’t respond but he didn’t need to, you filled the silence for him. You went on to talk about your day in hopes he would open up about why he came to you, it’s not like he needed to. It wasn’t till you started ranting about the convenience store running out of your favorite drink that he spoke. “My brother lied to me about being on the Volleyball team. He’s no ace, just a liar.” You didn’t know Akiteru because you just presumed that he was an older, even more intimidating Tsukishima. Nevertheless, you knew Tsukishima admired Akiteru to an unreachable standard. Akiteru was why Tsukishima loved Volleyball so much, seeing him succeed in the sport filled Tsukishima with so much pride and hope. Knowing this you knew there was nothing you could say to Tsukishima that would make him feel better. So you opted to stay silent, knowing he just needed your presence more than words. That day you realized Tsukishima found solace in the safe space that you and him created.

After that night, you saw Tsukishima in a different light. No longer was he viewed as the reserved snarky boy you were once forced to meet but the boy who showed you a side of vulnerability and opened up to you. What once was uncertainty in your friendship with Tsukishima was now replaced with an unspoken bond forming between you two. This bond was very beloved to you, you both came to each other in times of need. No words had to be exchanged but that’s how you guys liked it, simple and comforting. It all came to a halt in Junior High when people started labeling you guys as a “couple”. One thing Tsukishima hated more than hot-headed people, is gossip. This gossip never really affected you at all, it was all baseless. You knew Tsukishima and you held no romantic feelings towards each other. Yet, for Tsukishima it felt as if he internalized this gossip and slowly felt it fill every crevice of his mind. Every time you wanted to walk home with him he always had practice with Yamaguchi. He never glared at you in class unless you were speaking, he always answered your questions with short responses, and worst of all he started hanging out with only Yamaguchi, ignoring you completely. You knew at this rate you would either have to confront the problem or just let your bond with Tsukishima slip from your fingers. Even though you knew which of the two options was the easiest, you knew your friendship with Tsukishima was worth standing by. If you confront the problem then tomorrow you guys can move forward together and it’ll go back to the way it used to be, right? So why are you in your room crying by yourself instead of on your porch? Tsukishima Kei, that’s why.

Before Tsukishima could find another excuse to avoid you, you went out to find him. You felt that luck was on your side due to Tsukishima being by himself at the vending machine. You tap his shoulder to see him turn around surprised. “Oh, what are you doing here, don’t you usually leave early to practice?” You noticed Tsukishima couldn’t look you in the eyes as you were speaking, it’s as if he would be scorched if he was anywhere near you. “Well, I came to talk to you. You’ve been so distant lately ever since we started junior high, I miss coming to your house. I miss-“ “I can’t talk, I have to meet Yamaguchi for Volleyball practice.” You stand there shocked, as Tsukishima starts walking off as if nothing you said mattered to him. “Are you going to keep ignoring me? Are you going to keep ditching me for Yamaguchi? When are you going to drop your pride and talk to me? You don’t look at me, you can’t even speak to me properly, what did I do to deserve this?” Your tone rising, Tsukishima freezes in his spot. “Tch, people grow apart. We don’t need to be together all the time, we’re just neighbors. I’m forced to see you outside my house every day, can’t you separate from me at school?” Your heart drops, what happened to the Tsukishima that was always on your front porch? Where is he now and why was he ashamed to be near you? “Are you joking? We’re just neighbors? You don’t even consider me a friend? After all those times you came to-“ “If it makes you feel better I don’t even consider Yamaguchi my friend, I don’t need friends. We’re here to go to school, not be in a popularity contest.” “Why are you running away? Why are you suddenly putting up these walls between us? Sure you don’t need friends but I want to be your friend, doesn’t that stand for anything?” Tsukishima gives you one more glance before he takes off and says “I don’t want to be your friend, I never wanted to be your friend. I was forced by my mom to be your friend. Find someone else to fill that role.”

“I hate him. I’m not joking Yachi, I seriously hate him and now I have to be stuck in a class with him. I’m in eternal punishment, not to mention Yamaguchi is with him. It’s going to be so awkward!” “Well if you want to escape, you can go have lunch with me?” “You know what, I’ll take that offer and also extend it for the rest of the year, you’ll be my new lunch buddy Yachi.” Yachi silently nods and waves as you start walking the opposite direction towards your neighborhood. You knew going to the same high school as Tsukishima was your only option but it wasn’t your favorite. If it were up to you, you’d have gone to Shiratorizawa. It would’ve taken a long time to get there but it’d beat seeing Tsukishima’s face every day. It was only the first day when you walked into your classroom to be greeted by the boy you once thought was your friend. As if on queue, Yamaguchi popped up behind him as they both spared you a glance. While Yamaguchi’s glance looked more apologetic than anything, Tsukishima’s was emotionless. His glance angered you more than anything but it also validated your hate for him. It ripped open the scar that you thought was once healed and threw salt on it. His glance to some might look like nothing but to you it was laced with disinterest, that’s what piqued your anger. Disinterest is not what you should see in your ex-friends’ eyes, it should be reminiscent. Their gaze should hold the warmth and friendliness of what once was. It doesn’t matter, who were you to even say that Tsukishima and you were ex-friends, more like ex-acquaintances? You suppose an acquaintance would treat you better than the way he is treating you. His glance shows that you were nothing more than a burden, nothing more than a chore, you name dead weight that’s how Tsukishima would describe you. Maybe it wasn’t too late to convince your parents if you could switch high schools, your mom was a Shiratorizawa alumnus anyway. The next day, You were supposed to leave your house ten minutes earlier than you used to in junior high to prevent bumping into Tsukishima on your walk to school. However, the universe just loves to reward you with spectacular bad luck, as you wake up late on your second day. Due to you not leaving ten minutes early, you walk out the door to see Yamaguchi waiting by the Tsukishima residence. As you awkwardly wave to him, you notice he peeks to the left of you and suddenly goes stiff. Tsukishima lingers to the left of you, not really sparing you a glance and only paying attention to the green-haired boy in front of him. Doomed with the hands of fate you realize you have to keep three paces behind the pairing with headphones to drown out their current conversation. It isn’t until a hand pokes your shoulder that you realize Yamaguchi has been trying to speak to you the whole walk. You hang your headphones by your neck not bothering to pause your music just in case you need to place them back on. “I saw you in class yesterday, why didn’t you come sit next to us during lunch period?” Yamaguchi fills the dreadful silence plaguing the air. “Oh, I have another friend in a different class who invited me to eat with them, I didn’t want to bother you guys.” After you finish your sentence you hear a similar sound you heard when you argued with Tsukishima three years ago, the sound of him smacking his lips. You looked to the left of you to see Tsukishima putting on his headphones. It was then you remembered where you suddenly were, this wasn’t junior high, and these guys weren’t your friends. “Thanks for thinking of me Yama. I’ll see you in class, I forgot I need to give my friend back their English notes!” With that you decide to start speed walking to class, you didn’t need Tsukishima, you didn’t need him wondering where you were, and you definitely didn’t need him to know he still affected you after all these years.

Yachi and you met up for lunch hoping to go about your day with minimal contact between Tsukishima and yourself. Yet, as you left for Yachi’s class you couldn’t help but overhear Yamaguchi asking Tsukishima about the morning. “Tsukki, you were kind of distant in the morning. Was it because I invited them into our conversation?” “Shut up, Yamaguchi.” Before you could hear Yamaguchi apologize you left, what else did you need to hear? Even though you left to Yachi’s class you couldn’t ignore the sour feeling in your heart, it’s one thing to hate you but it’s another to shun any mention of you. What could you have done to make Tsukishima so ill at any mention of you, did you possibly make fun of him or accidentally hurt his feelings? Yes, you hate Tsukishima but he doesn’t even hate you because hate would acknowledge your existence. He is exiling you out of his life completely, filling the holes in his memory shaped like you. Oh, you hate Tsukishima Kei. You hate him for ever stepping into your life, you hate him for expressing his feelings of betrayal to you, and most of all you hate him for making you feel this way. “Hey, are you okay? I was talking about joining a club but then you started grunting.” Yachi looked like she had just seen a ghost with the way you were fuming. “Sorry, Yachi I need to take rain check!” With that, you bolted to where Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were having lunch in your classroom. You spotted the traitor and charged to him, Yamaguchi looked at you and waved but Tsukishima pretended he was lost in his music. You tapped on the desk “Hey, Tsukishima wanna tell me why you’re being a total jerk to me? In the morning, I was able to swallow it but you know what I’m not going to take it anymore. Fine, you think we weren’t friends but to completely try to erase me from your memory and act like I was never there? Are you going to at least apologize to me, do you know how much it sucks to see Yamaguchi acknowledge me when you can’t even spare me a glance?” You knew people were staring but you didn’t care, you demanded an answer from him, why did he think you guys weren’t friends, why was it so easy for him to throw away your friendship? “What did I ever do to you? Ever since junior high you just acted distant and then threw our friendship away! Why was it so easy for you to throw that away?” Tsukishima finally looks at you and gets up to start walking away, leaving everyone in the class to look at you as if you were a crazy attention seeker. With the eyes of everyone on you, you darted out of the classroom to go find Tsukishima. To your surprise he was right outside so when you darted out he grabbed your arm to take you outside. When outside you looked at him questioningly, “Are you going to say anything?” Tsukishima had a look on his face you had never seen. “I have nothing to say to you, I thought you would know better than to cause a scene.” “Well news flash, you don’t know me remember? You said we were never friends?” He lets out a half-hearted chuckle “I did say that didn’t I?” You didn’t know what he was getting at, part of you wanted him to show any type of emotion. Whether it was him screaming that you were being stupid or him to just laugh and say sorry, little did you know he wouldn’t do either. “Let’s keep it that way then.” He walks away leaving you with an even bigger wound. You suddenly felt like you did in junior high, alone and clueless. “I hate you. I hate you Tsukishima.” No one was near you but you didn’t need anyone to hear it, you just needed to hear it yourself.

divider credit to @/anitalenia and @/thecutestgrotto

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ melon's notes: poor yamaguchi just got left behind at tsukki’s desk lol

hey blondie - k. tsukishima

tsukishima kei x f!reader ; brothers best friend! tsukki x yamaguchi’s sister! reader, accidental meetings, kind of slow burn, grumpy x sunshine trope, loosely based off of hey blondie by dominic fike, fluff, angst, sendai frogs team cameo!!, overprotective brother yams, yapper gf x listener bf, they both misunderstand each other at times, and 12k words

summary ; accepting a blind date with your coworkers brother leads you to meeting one of your brothers friends. will you hit it off? or will your brother's overprotectiveness prevent you from being with each other?

melody's recommended melody ; hey blondie playlist

Feeling something bump you on the back of your head, you turn around quickly to be met with Akiteru’s gaze. Your eyebrows lifted in confusion while shrugging your shoulders. He points his finger downward at the paper he threw at you. Following his finger, you see the jumbled up piece of paper lying on the floor. Uncrumpling it with a huff to find Akiteru’s messy handwriting, “Blind date with my brother tomorrow?”. You lift your eyes up to see him staring at you in anticipation, knowing that Akiteru has been trying to set you up with his brother since forever. Now normally, you would politely decline saying you wanted nothing to do with dating. However, seeing all of your friends introduce you to their newfound partners, you think you’ll take a chance on Akiteru’s brother.

Checking the box that says yes, crumpling the paper up, throwing it back to Akiteru. You find him slowly unfolding the paper with both eyes shut tightly. His uneasiness soon turned into celebration, feeling victorious that he finally got you to agree. Taking note of the time you see that it’s lunch time, gathering your things to head out only to be stopped. Akiteru hands you his brother's number, telling you to text him when you get the chance. You grab it curious on why Akiteru was so fixated on getting you together with his brother. Not thinking much of it, you stuff the paper in your pocket deciding to deal with the situation when you get back. As you start to get a quick bite you get a call from your brother, “What’s up Tadashi?”.

“Well if it isn’t my sister who finally answers my calls! Do you know how long I’ve been calling you for?”, you giggle at your brother's frantic tone. “Sorry Yams, I was busy with work but what’re you calling for?”, you hear a sigh from your brother. “I know this is when you take lunch. I'm near your work and want to meet up at that new cafe?”, open the door to said new cafe. “I’m already here, so hurry up. Since you’re so deprived of Vitamin me.” Yamaguchi goes quiet, hearing only the mutter of city life behind him. “Sorry.”, Yamaguchi laughs. “Yeah, you should be. See you in five!”, hanging up the call to order for your brother and you.

Sitting down after retrieving your order to only hear the little bell on the door jingling, looking up to be met with a green head of hair. “Took you long enough, Tadashi. You took so long that my lunch break is over.” Yamaguchi stares at you wide eyed, as you start grabbing your things pausing halfway. “Oh man Yams, you should see your face! I’m joking, sit down before my lunch is actually over. I have like a whole hour for lunch, don’t worry about it.”, Yamaguchi sits down pouting, upset that you made him look like a fool. “So big brother, anything new and interesting with you?”, you look up at him while sipping your coffee, almost burning your lip. “I told you to stop drinking things that are so hot! You’re going to burn your taste buds!”, he grabs the cup from you, placing it down. “Nothing is new, Yachi and I went to go watch our friend play volleyball yesterday. Oh! I fixed the copier today, so that’s new today, I guess.”, you giggle. Wiggling your eyebrows, “Yachi, huh? Who’s that, a new girlfriend?”. Yamaguchi chokes on his drink, furiously waving his hands around, “No! No! We’re just friends! I swear!”.

“What about you, huh? Anything new sis?”, you hesitate about telling him that your coworker is setting you up on a fake date. “Well, not really but you know my friend, Hana, she got married last week. Oh, and Sayuri got a new girlfriend! So, yeah I think your copier story has got me beat this time.”, you look blankly at the pastry you picked up. Yamaguchi looks at you pitifully, thinking of someone who he could set you up with. Yet, it didn’t help that he only had a handful of friends plus they were all off limits. None of them were good enough for you, not even Tsukki. You’ve never even met them before so it’s not like he can just randomly tell all his friends, hey did you know I have a sister! Shaking off the thought, “Well, love comes when you least expect it right?”, you nod knowing you were in no rush.

Yamaguchi’s phone rings, he holds it up before excusing himself to go outside. Staring at him through the glass to find him red-faced. Taken back, you try to read his lips only to make out the words, no way and no you can’t come. You laugh at your brother refusing someone until you see him deflate, knowing that whatever goofy tactics he did ended up failing. Dragging his feet all the way back into the cafe, “What was it? Did the great copier break again?”. “No, it was my friend. He said he wanted to join us, even though I told him no.”, you laugh knowing your brother has always been a pushover. “Well, is it so bad that your sister finally meets your friends?”, your brother nods. “Yes, it is bad. They’re boys, I don’t trust them. You can meet Yachi and that’s it everyone else is off limits!” Yamaguchi crosses his hands making an X.

“What are you even saying?”, you look up to find a stranger with tousled blonde hair and half rimmed glasses. Yamaguchi freezes, slowly lifting his gaze up to the stranger. “Is this why you didn’t want me to come? You were meeting someone?”, you freeze but not out of fear. “I’m Yamaguchi’s sister, nice to meet you!”, the stranger stares at you before sending you a soft wave, his face puzzled. “Well look at the time. Tadashi, it was nice seeing you but I got to go! Let’s meet up soon, okay.”, you get up quickly, worrying you won't make it to work on time. Tsukishima looks to where you were sitting before looking at Yamaguchi, “Spill.”.

Yamaguchi lets out a deep exhale, “Ok, yes I do have a sister. Regardless, she’s off limits so don’t even think about it Tsukki!”. Tsukishima rolls his eyes at Yamaguchi’s refusal. Of course he thought you were… aesthetically pleasing to look at. Yet, Tsukishima still respects Yamaguchi and decides to not protrude where he’s not welcomed, it’s not like he’ll actively seek you out anyway. He’s sure if he did Yamaguchi would reject every time he tried. Going about their day, the pair stay in that quaint cafe. Tsukishima pretending he didn’t just meet you for the sake of Yamaguchi. While you quickly walk your way to work trying to forget the handsome stranger's face.

Heading into work, settling back into the flow as you suddenly get interrupted, “Have you texted him yet?”. You turn around watching Akiteru question you, “No, I'm sorry I went to lunch with my brother but you know what I’ll text him after my shift.”. As Akiteru starts walking away you remember what you wanted to ask him, “Hey Aki, can I ask you why you’ve been wanting to set me up with your brother?”. He turns around placing his hand on the back of his neck, “My brother is kind of…reserved. He doesn’t really go for things. Seeing your personality, I figured that maybe you can take him out of his shell a bit.”, you think about his answer and debate if you could be with someone the opposite of your outgoing nature.

Well, you never know unless you try! You smile at him, thanking him for being honest and saying you look forward to meeting his brother. You grab the piece of paper from out of your pocket, inputting it into your contacts before sending out a quick message. “Hello, Is this Akiteru’s brother? He told me to contact you regarding our date, are you available tomorrow night? (‘•.•’)?” Putting your phone away to continue your work day, feeling confident as to what’ll come out of this date.

Back at the cafe, Tsukishima’s phone vibrates on the table interrupting Yamaguchi mid conversation. Tsukishima glances down looking at the notification being from an unknown number, picking it up seeing your text. “Who is it, Tsukki?”, he quickly replies, placing down the phone. “Nothing, my brother set me up on a blind date with his coworker.”, Yamaguchi perks up excited to see Tsukki show some initiative on his love life. “What? You? You agreed to a blind date with someone your brother picked for you?” Yamaguchi chuckles a bit at Tsukki’s abnormal behavior. “Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

Just as quickly as the day started, it ended. Beginning to pack up your things to leave so you could make the train. Walking to the station looking down at your phone to see a response from Akiteru’s brother. Not paying attention you bump into someone, “Oh, I’m so sorry!”. Looking up to find the stranger at the cafe, your brother’s friend. “Just be sure to watch where you’re going. I don’t think Yamaguchi would want you hurt taking the train.”, you freeze at his monotone voice. You see him heading the same way as you, not wanting to think you’re following him you decide to lurk steps behind him.

As you see him taking the same local train you were, dammit! Hoping on looking for a spot anywhere but near him. Glancing around to find none, deciding to stand holding onto the bar above. Pulling out your phone glancing at the text Akiteru’s brother left, “I’m available. Did you have a place in mind? Call me Kei, my brother talks very highly of you so no need to be formal.”, you feel hopeful especially since he sounds so nice over text. “Let’s do hotpot! The weather is getting slightly chillier, it’s the perfect season for it! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)”, sending it excited for tomorrow. Tsukishima faintly chuckles at your joyful response, agreeing that the weather was getting slightly chillier enough to enjoy hot food.

Looking over at the stranger you met earlier today to see him zoned into whatever was on his phone, the train comes to a stop. He looks up catching you staring at him, you wave. He looks around to make sure you’re waving at him. You knew your stop was next, deciding to overcome your nervousness you sat next to him. “Hey, I’m Yamaguchi’s sister! I know I left abruptly earlier, sorry about that. You’re Yamaguchi’s friend, right?”, Tsukki blankly looks at you taken aback by how friendly you are. “Yeah, I’m Yamaguchi’s longtime best friend. My name is Tsukishima by the way.”, you repeat his name to make sure to keep it stored. “Well Tsukishima, it’s really late what’re you doing out so late at night?”, you cock your head to the side, curious. “I could ask you the same thing.”, he raises an eyebrow in your direction. You pout, “Well don’t tell Yams but I usually leave work this late. Now, your turn.”. “I practiced a little too late, I wanted to practice on my jump float serve.”, you quirk up knowing that that was Yams signature move in high school.

Before being able to respond you feel the train come to a stop, looking to see your stop was already coming up. “Man, I was looking forward to talking to you more. Maybe get some dirt on Yams but it seems like the universe has a different plan, my stops approaching. It was nice talking to you Tsukishima!” You get up and wave goodbye seeing him wave back this time. Tsukishima realizes he never got your name, doubting Yamaguchi would give it to him. He feels a bit exhausted after that conversation, you were the embodiment of energy. It kind of creeped him out, you were like a combination of Yamaguchi and Hinata. Pulling back out his phone to respond to his blind date, “Hotpot sounds good, send me the address and I’ll meet you there tomorrow at 7:30.”

Getting ready to leave, you make sure to stop by Akiteru’s cubicle, letting him know to give you good luck. He sends you off with two thumbs up, telling you not to worry and if Kei does anything let him know so he can reprimand him. Walking to the station you look at your phone texting Kei that he is still able to make the date to which he responds with a simple yes and see you soon. Getting onto the train, you see Tsukishima sitting down already. “Is this seat taken Tsukishima?”, you smile at him. He looks up to you shaking his head allowing you to sit down, “You know I didn’t get your name. All I know is that you’re Yamaguchi’s sister.”. Sitting up you realize you never told him your name, urgently telling him and apologizing for your manners. “What brought you on the train this early today?”, you giggle as Tsukishima calmly manners your conversation from yesterday. “I have a blind date actually, I didn’t want to tell Yams yesterday because he gets all overprotective.”, Tsukishima pauses.

Suddenly everything goes in slow motion. Were you Akiteru’s coworker? No way that’s bizarre, maybe you have a different blind date? You look over to Tsukishima seeing him stare into oblivion, poking his shoulder. “Earth to Tsukki-”, “Do you know Akiteru?”, you laugh. “Yeah I do, he's my coworker actually, why?” Tsukishima pauses, staring at you deeply waiting for it to click in your mind. You stare at him oblivious, before it suddenly dawns on you why he would know Akiteru and how he suddenly had the same facial features as him. Laughing to fill the awkward silence from Tsukishima, “Who could’ve guessed? I mean I should’ve, you resemble Akiteru! Whew, I feel relieved. I’m not going on a date with a complete stranger.”

Tsukishima panics mentally, Yamaguchi said you were off limits. Should he say now that you guys can’t be anything but friends? Can he even be friends with you? How should he go about this? “Don’t overthink so much Tsukishima! My brother won’t care, let’s just enjoy our hangout together!” hearing you take off the label of a date eases him a bit. Deciding to just stop the overthinking mess in his head to enjoy this hangout with you, a hangout that’s all it was. “It’s not like we have to tell my brother anyway. He keeps Yachi and him a secret anyway.”, Tsukishima looks over at you surprised. “He says Yachi doesn’t like him but they both attend all my games together. If someone as oblivious as you can figure that out then I feel bad for Yachi.”, you look at him offended.

“I’m not oblivious! I just use my brain only for work. Anything after that doesn’t need much thought.”, Tsukishima grimaces at that. “Any improvements on your jump float serve?” Tsukishima is surprised your brain remembered that small detail. “No actually, now I see why Yamaguchi practiced religiously. It’s like just when I’m about to do it, I hit it and instead serve regularly.”, you place your elbow on your stomach thinking back to Yams practicing. Remembering how relentlessly he trained to hit that complicated serve. “Well knowing how hard Yams worked in high school he was like on level twenty.”, Tsukishima questions what you’re about to say next. “Whereas you’re like level five, don’t get so down on yourself. It’s not like you suck at volleyball, take your time.”, he’s shocked how realistic you are while also being so aloof.

“If you were paying attention, mister, I'm so oblivious. Then you would know our stop is next, see I pay attention. Come on, let's get our things together.”, you smile, grabbing Tsukishima’s hand. He falters, shy by the sudden physical touch. You look back, seeing him nervous before pulling back your hand. “Oh, I’m sorry! I should’ve asked before grabbing your hand.” Tsukishima brushes off saying it’s fine as he clasps his hands together. Following your lead to the hotpot place, Tsukishima learns you only allow yourself a hotpot twice a year. You tell him he should feel lucky that you’re sharing this rare experience with him to which Tsukishima side eyes you.

Entering the hotpot restaurant you say hello to the owner who welcomes you and Tsukishima kindly. Tsukishima likes how friendly you are, it allows him to sit back and observe. He prefers not talking too much instead enjoying the rare opportunity to be silent. However, you snap him back into reality as you let him choose what broth he wants to go into the hotpot. After picking an equal amount of veggies before heading to sit down at the table. After settling in, Tsukishima starts cooking the meat, adding that he doesn’t really have a big appetite. You wave him off saying it’s fine, “Let’s get to the good part Tsukishima. Have any good dirt on Yamaguchi?”

Tsukishima looks up at you to see you grinning evilly with your chopsticks in hand placing the veggies in the broth. He really thinks to himself if he did have dirt on Yamaguchi only thinking of one story. “Yamaguchi drunkenly admitted one time that he had a crush on Akiteru.”, you blink before belly laughing. “Oh my gosh, is that why he never let me hangout with you? Maybe we should try getting them together! Oh but he likes Yachi now.” you deeply think how to redeem Yams love life. Tsukishima playfully rolls his eyes, “What about you? Why did Yamaguchi keep you a secret for so long huh?”, you look at him surprised that he was so blunt. “Well, Yams told me it’s because he didn't want any of you making a pass at me. You know the overprotective type but I guess time has a different plan, huh?”

Tsukishima fiddles with his fingers after plating all the beef, knowing he was thinking so much you lift up a baby corn. “These are my favorite, the veggies have been cooking for a while so they should be perfect! Here try.”, Tsukishima closes in, taking your offer and trying the baby corn off of your chopsticks. He agrees that the veggies are done and cooked to perfection, lifting up a thumbs up. You visibly light up at Tsukishima’s agreement to which he smiles just a bit. Even though you and Yamaguchi don’t really look alike, he sees it in the mannerisms you share. Both liking affirmations that you’re doing something right, opening up to people more when you feel comfortable with them, and both sharing the same smile.

Tsukishima leans over to grab more vegetables and broth, just because he wants to see you smile again he praises you for the tasty broth you picked saying he was suddenly feeling really hungry. Not much to his surprise you light up and Tsukishima feels satisfied, when he gets home he’ll have to thank Akiteru for making him go on this date after all. You lift up the broth with your ladle, Tsukishima stops you. “That’s way too hot. You’re going to burn yourself.”, you look at him puzzled. “How do you know that?”, Tsukishima questions if you’re just oblivious or if you have poor eyesight. “The steam coming out of it? Let it cool down first.”, you listen, looking at him as he nods. Lifting it again only to realize he was right, the temperature allowed you to really take in the flavor. That bastard!

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction you changed the conversation. “I know you play volleyball but what’s your position?”, Tsukishima glances at you. “Middle blocker, I essentially just block the ball. Not very flashy, I know.” You stop him, “What that’s awesome! That’s why you’re super tall, it gives you the advantage! Plus, I would watch all the rallies with Yams. Men's Volleyball players spike that ball hardcore, meaning you would have to keep a really steady arm.” you stop yourself realizing your rambling. “It might not be flashy but you’re a part of the team so it’s important.”, Tsukishima agrees. Happy that you made his insecurity into something positive.

That night, you and Tsukishima continue to talk about various things from your siblings, your past school life, and your jobs. This is where you find out Tsukishima actually works near you at the Sendai museum. You hype up his job even more than you did him being a pro volleyball player. Tsukishima didn’t talk often, he gave the occasional nod and even some small input here and there but it never felt forced. He was actually paying attention to what you were saying, putting importance on every single word you were saying. Talking to him felt comforting even if he just stayed quiet, you liked someone who just listened to you talk about the random things in life.

After finishing up your hotpot, you bid a goodbye to the owner, thanking them for the delicious meal. They laugh saying to enjoy the rest of your night. You find Tsukishima glancing over at you holding your bag. You walk over to him, “So are you taking the same train as me again?”, Tsukishima nods. “I’m taking the same route as you. It would be rude of me to not walk you home. I can’t let my friend's sister walk home alone, it wouldn’t be safe.”, you accept his offer as he links your arms making sure not to get lost in the crowd. Making it to the train he offers you a seat, sitting down next to you, handing you your bag.

You didn’t know if it was the broth or the hard day at work but you were exhausted, glad that you ended the day with a new found friend. Feeling your phone vibrate you take it out to see a text from Tsukishima, he points to your phone when you look at him confused. The text read, Are you tired?. “Did you really save me on your phone as Kei?”, you nod. “You told me I could call you Kei, did you redact that statement?”, Tsukishima glances anywhere but at you. “No, you can call me Kei.” you laugh, you guess Yams isn’t the only pushover. You text him, I’m tired. (っ,-) My stop is next though so I’ll be fine! ദ്ദി(• ˕ •マ.ᐟ). “How do you come up with those things so fast?”, “If I teach you will you start sending them back?”. “No, no way.”

On the train ride you learned that Tsukishima isn’t really enthusiastic unless it’s about Volleyball, he never has a big appetite, and he loves music and dinosaurs. To which you added that your favorite dinosaur is a Pterodactyl due to always wanting to fly instead of being tall. Tsukishima sidney’s you thinking you made a dig at him, to which you start laughing. You tell him later to text you his playlist, wanting to hear his music taste but Tsukishima rejected saying he doesn’t just share that information with anyone. Approaching your apartment, you declare that you will get close enough one day that he’ll have no problem giving it to you.

“Well blondie, we’re here! Thanks for walking me, I mean you’re right who would mess with me when I have a six foot personal guard dog.”, Tsukishima huffs brushing off your comment. “When can we hang out again?”, Tsukishima is surprised you wanted to hangout again due to him being mostly silent this date. He didn’t think you would find him interesting enough, “I guess we could meet at the cafe tomorrow for lunch?”. He fiddles with his fingers, “Ok! I take lunch at one so make sure to meet me there. Don’t leave me waiting.” You walk off forgetting something, “Thank you Kei, I had a lot of fun.”, you walk up to your door waving to him before closing your door. He watches you close the door before calling Akiteru, “Hello, Kei. What’s up?”. Tsukishima takes a breathe, walking back to the station, “Thanks.”. “Thanks for what?”, Tsukishima hangs up not wanting to get gushy over the phone, opting to instead put on his headphones.

Walking to your office in the morning you expected Akiteru to question you. However you did not imagine that he would be sitting in your cubicle waiting for you. Akiteru hands you a cup of coffee as you settle into your workflow. “How was it?!”, you flash a smile towards him as Akiteru stares at you wide eyed. “It went well! Tell me about it!”, you think about telling him, debating whether or not you should. “We went to get some hotpot and we’re going to hangout today for lunch. That’s about it.”, Akiteru lights up, excited about the potential of your relationship.

“I don’t want to put a label on anything but I want to be friends first. So sorry Akiteru, you’re going to be playing the long game.” He deflates at your comment expecting a love at first sight story. Akiteru thanks you for your intel because he knows Kei would never tell him anything. You sip on the coffee Akiteru brought you almost instantly burning your tongue. Remembering last night where Tsukishima stopped you and Yams scolding you the day before. Placing down the coffee cup with a huff. Of course they were best friends, they both nagged at you like they were the same person. Thinking of Tsukishima, you pull out your phone to see if he ever texted you back last night about what cafe you guys were going to be at. “Did you forget already? The one we first met at, you need to pay more attention.” You huff, he even reprimands you while texting. Reacting to the text with a thumbs up, anticipating your lunch break.

Hours go by slowly as you spend every hour glancing at the clock. As soon as the clock strikes 12:00 you get up to head to lunch, telling Akiteru you were heading out. Walking to the cafe you feel your phone vibrate, “You’re late.”, you know that tone anywhere. “I’m actually on time, you’re earlier. It’s a five minute walk, just sit down and look pretty you’ll be fine.” you hang up on him, laughing at your remark. As you were putting your phone back in your pocket you feel it buzzing again. “Kei-“, “Kei? Who’re you talking too!”, you freeze, Yamaguchi called. “Keitru, Akiteru, sorry my coworker was bothering me.”, you hesitate wondering if he’ll believe your cover up.

“Whatever, want to meet up for lunch?”, you open the door to the cafe, Tsukishima waving you over. “Sorry Yams, I’m actually with my coworker eating lunch.”, Tsukishima glances up blankly, scared. “Oh that sucks, ok well maybe some other day then.” You exchange kick goodbyes, hanging up. “You should totally see your face, Kei. You're paler than you usually are, chill out. Let’s go order!” Tsukishima gets up as you both leave your belongings in the booth. Tsukishima orders first and you’re up next ordering something iced to which Tsukishima glances at you sideways. He pays again, even though he paid for a hotpot last time.

“Why’re you getting your coffee iced?”, you look at him questionably. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”, he chuckles knowing you were going to tell him anyway. “I burned my tongue on some coffee in the morning.”, now he laughs. You roll your eyes, of course the only time he laughs is at the sake of your misery. You go to retort but he suddenly gets a call, he doesn’t make the same mistake you do. Actually looking at the caller ID, flashing his phone to you which shows the screen that said Yamaguchi. Now it’s your turn to laugh as you watch him accept the call, paler than a ghost, “What is it Yamaguchi?”.

You hear a loud “Tsukki!” over the phone as Tsukishima backs up from his phone. You beg him to put it on speaker to which he mouths no. As you start pouting he rolls his eyes, switching to speaker. “Tsukki, do you want to go to lunch together?”, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “No Yamaguchi, I’m already at lunch with someone.”, you hear Yama gasp. “Tsukki you’re with someone else?”, Tsukishima agrees with Yama. “Well I can join! Who is it with?”, Tsukishima trips over his words. “I’m with my brother.”. Yamaguchi goes silent as you giggle silently, knowing the lore between Yamaguchi and Akiteru.

“Man, first my sister and now you too. Well, I’ll leave you to it Tsukki! Have fun!”, Tsukishima hangs up. Eyes zeroing on you, furiously. “I’m never doing that again.”, you laugh at how scared Tsukishima is of Yamaguchi. “Anyways Kei, how is your day going? Besides almost dying at my brother's phone call.”, you look at him taking a sip of your drink. “Well the museum got some new properties for the new exhibit opening up.”, you urge him to continue. “It’s nothing cool, just a couple of exoskeletons of prehistoric animals.”. “Tsukishima, you have to work with me here. Please, I bet working at a museum is awesome! It’s like Night at The Museum!”, Tsukishima lifts a brow. “No way, you’ve never seen Night at the Museum?”, he shakes his head as you realize what your next hangout is.

“Basically this guy works at a museum as a guard and everything in the museum comes to life. It’s awesome.”, Tsukishima huffs. “It’s not like that at all, at least what I do isn’t. However, I really doubt anything comes to life, sorry.”, you laugh rolling your eyes. “Then tell me mister my work is nothing cool, what is your job?”, he thinks for a minute really thinking of something that won’t sugarcoat his job. “I file the paperwork for all new objects, I do bidding offers on new items for upcoming exhibits, and I give little kids tours. Does that sound interesting?”, he takes a sip of his drink thinking he finally exceeded in making his job sound lame. “So let me get this straight, you do bidding wars, talk to adorable children almost every week, and get to over analyze pre historic objects?”, he nods. “That doesn’t sound lame at all, you fraud!”, he shakes his head, disagreeing with you.

Only you could find the right words to make his job sound more exciting than it is. “Man your job is so cool, what’s the oldest thing you’ve ever bid on?”, you light up. Every time Tsukishima talks to you, he realizes just how much you remind him of that pipsqueak Hinata, are you and Hinata secretly related instead of Yamaguchi? “Nothing too crazy, I recently won some 400 year old armor the other day. That should be coming in soon along with a couple of swords and stuff.” you let your mouth hang open in shock. “You’re telling me that you’ve held a real sword before and you don’t think that’s cool!?”

Tsukishima blushes, confused as to why you’re so convinced of making his job seem cooler than it was to him. “Kei, you’re so cool. You’re a pro-volleyball player who works at a museum? So not only are you athletic but you’re also super smart? I see why my brother hid you from me.”, Tsukishima chokes on his drink. You patted his back making sure he was okay. Tsukishima gave a thumbs up, looking down at his fingers. He’s received compliments before just not like this. Not compliments that felt like they’re permanently going to be etched in his mind. Or compliments that felt so heavy on his heart that he wanted to explode in embarrassment.

“Oh look at the time! I hope I didn’t keep you too long Kei! My work isn’t too far but I’m not sure how far your commute is?”, he waved his hand not wanting to concern you with that. “Bye bye Kei! We can hangout this weekend! Movie date at mine!”. You left Tsukishima to deal with all the glances of nosy people who overheard you. He picks up after him heading back to his work, texting you “If we’re both picking movies then we have to watch Jurassic Park.”. His eyes bulge out of his sockets, “Deal! I’ve actually never seen it before. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)”. You wait for Tsukishima’s reply, shocked when you look at your phone. “Lame.”

The weekend approached, texting with Tsukishima on and off about what you had planned to do on your date. He wasn’t really surprised when you didn’t end up telling him, chalking it up to it being a suprise. Tsukishima rolls his eyes at your response, heading out with his headphones and bag. Opening the door and locking up, “Hey Tsukki! Where are you headed to?”, he turns around seeing Yamaguchi and sighs, upset that he locked the door for nothing. “I’m going to my brothers for the day. I won’t be back till later so don’t wait up.”, Yamaguchi nods, unlocking the door and stepping in saying goodbye to Tsukki. Closing the door, Tsukishima lets out a breath, maybe he shouldn’t keep doing this. What’ll happen if Yamaguchi finds out, is keeping this a secret even worth it?

Tsukishima’s thoughts cloud over his head, he doesn’t even know how he ended up at your door. Lost in the music and his thoughts, he pulls out his phone double checking if he had the correct address. Knocking once he’s confirmed everything, you open the door, sparkles and all. While he wasn’t going to exaggerate saying all his thoughts just magically went away, being with you did lessen the weight on his shoulders. With you he wasn’t in his head all the time, more present in the moment. When you took in Tsukishima’s quietness you opened the door wider, “Don’t leave me hanging Kei, we have two movies to get through and some cake to make!”.

You know Tsukishima was abnormally quiet, you didn’t want to bother him though. Tsukishima didn’t seem like the person to open up so easily. So instead you choose to distract him, pulling him by his sleeve to your kitchen seeing all the ingredients displayed nicely. “We’re going to be making strawberry shortcake!”, Tsukishima looks over to you. “Did you ask Yamaguchi what my favorite dessert was?”, you blankly stare at him. “No way it’s my favorite dessert too! As if Yams would ever answer any of my questions about you. Plus, it’s super easy to make!”

“What Jurassic Park are we watching?” Tsukishima snaps out of his daze. “The very first one, it’s the only important one anyway.”, you whisk all the wet ingredients together missing the Tsukishima that was more vocal than usual at the cafe. Deciding to do what you do best, fill the silence for the both of you. “I wouldn’t take you as someone who likes something as sweet as Strawberry Shortcake.”, Tsukishima laughs. “I may not be the cheeriest person but that doesn’t mean I lack taste.”, you chuckle looking over to Tsukishima. Starting to see things you haven’t seen before like how he has the faintest smile lines or how he has a scar in between his fingers, most likely from volleyball. These details don’t really stand out to you but once you start looking at Tsukishima as more than just your brother’s Pro-Volleyball player friend, you’ll see that maybe there's more to him than you think.

“Can I ask what you like about strawberry shortcake?”, you say with a soft tone. Tsukishima looks at you, fully taking in your expression before answering. Curious if you were actually asking what he likes about the strawberry shortcake or what he likes about you. Yet you showed no change in your emotion, he debates whether or not to be blunt and define what you're asking. Not willing to put his pride aside, he decides to find common aspects in you and strawberry shortcake. “It’s very vibrant and pretty. It’s not overly sweet, more like sweet in a refreshing way. Every time I take a bite it’s like being at ease, nothing else but me and the shortcake.”, you turn around confused. “Are you attracted to the shortcake Kei? Why are you so detailed?”, Tsukishima’s speechless and embarrassed. You really were just talking about the shortcake. “I was expecting, it’s so yummy or I love strawberries! However, I think you might be in love with strawberry shortcake, maybe you should marry it.”, you pat him on the back then place the cakes in the oven.

Tsukishima fills the awkward silence with what he knows best, music. Playing his monthly playlist, you turn around quickly lighting up at the music playing. You look at Tsukishima but he hastily looks away, feeling very vulnerable at this moment. Your heart pumps in joy, knowing that Tsukishima trusts you enough to share something he loves with you. “Is this ADOY?”, Tsukishima glances down at his fingers, nodding. “You’re right, you’re a man with taste.”, you playfully wink at him. “I saw them live last year, they were so cool! This song is my favorite!”, you reach out your hand in Tsukishima’s direction while singing along. He looks up, shaking his head, accepting defeat and retracting your hand. Feeling that Tsukishima might not be the dancing type. Until Tsukishima reaches for your hand as it almost completely retreats, linking it together with his. You both swayed back and forth, spinning until you felt dizzy as the cake scent filled the room. Laughing when you had to go on your tiptoes to reach your arm over him. At this moment, his thoughts were now completely gone.

As the music stops, you hear your timer beeping. You slowly pull away your hand with a smile, cautious not to cause any misunderstandings. “Oh Kei, you have to come look at this. It’s beautiful!”, Kei looks at the cake not understanding what you’re seeing. Nodding anyway, you put the cake away to chill as you grab some snacks so you can watch Jurassic Park while the cakes chill. “Kei if this movie sucks, you’re so taking me to hotpot again.”, Tsukishima rolls his eyes. “If it sucks it's because you’re uncultured, not because of me.”, you smile happy that he’s back to normal.

“You’re telling me this all happens because some jerk turns off the power in the park?”, Tsukishima nods. “Ok, but who’s smart idea was it to be like “Hey, let’s replicate dinosaurs!”? They’re extinct for a reason!”, Tsukishima questions your opinions. “At least the T-Rex saved them at the last minute. Not all dinosaurs were bad.”, you agree with Tsukishima. “That is until the new ones where they do the exact same thing again!”, Tsukishima chuckles, shaking his head. “No, the Chris Pratt one’s don’t exist, forget those from your brain altogether.”, you laugh. “Well at least my movie won’t scare the crap out of you but first, let’s frost that cake!” you grab Tsukishima’s hand, dragging him to the kitchen.

Grabbing the piping bag and handing it to him, Tsukishima looks at you questionably. “You can’t pipe frosting dino boy?”, his face falls. “Here let me show you, since you’re so clueless without me.”, you press down on the piping bag. Really concentrating on how to delicately place the frosting, Tsukishima watches you. Really glancing at your concentrated face more than your piping technique. “See it’s easy, even though it looks kind of crooked that doesn’t matter.”, you look up to see Tsukishima grinning. You’re taken aback, having never really seen Tsukishima smile before, curious what’s got him smiling. “You must really like strawberry shortcake, if it makes you smile that much.” He shakes his head, scoffing. Tsukishima couldn’t love something, that’s lame.

He picks the piping bag from you copying exactly what you were doing, he backs up noticing that his piping was off. He looks back to see if you were watching, disappointed to see you snickering. Going behind him to help him, “You’re putting too much pressure Kei! Here, softly and pick up, see!”. He feels your hands encapsulate his, your hold firm but yet so gentle as if putting too much pressure would mess up the cake. Blushing at your frame behind him, you slowly let go letting him handle the rest of the frosting. “There you go Kei! You’re the best!”, you flash him a thumbs up, he scoffs in return but you see the blush lightly decorating his face. You smile going off to fetch the strawberries that he cut. Placing them down on the cake while Tsukishima frosts. Grabbing some frosting and placing it on Tsukishima’s nose, he eyes his nose in disbelief, grabbing it and spreading it back onto your cheek. You laugh going to your sink to wash your face, grabbing a knife and some plates.

“Are you ready for the best strawberry shortcake you’ve ever had?”, Tsukishima lifts a brow. “You did hear me when I said this is my favorite dessert right? Meaning I get this often.”, you nod still stubbornly confident. “Meaning I’ve eaten this many times and am a very harsh critic.”, you close your eyes smirking. “Tsukishima, you underestimate my baking abilities. My brother says I have the best shortcake recipe ever.”, he stays quiet. “Your brother's favorite food is soggy fries, I don’t think I trust his opinion.”, your shoulders fall. Cutting a piece and handing it to Tsukishima, feeling defeat in talking up your baking abilities. He takes a bite and falls silent but you notice this small sparkle in his eyes, “I made you eat crow! Tell me Tsukishima, it’s the best! Come on, tell me.”, you wag your finger waiting for his compliments.

Tsukishima avoids eye contact, “It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be, I’ve had better.”. You lean closer to him, “I’ll accept your feedback but you have to look me in my eyes and say it.”. Tsukishima’s voice falters as he tries to look you in the eye, he notices your eyes zeroed in on him, wanting to prove him wrong. “It’s ok, I’ve had better.”, you laugh calling his bluff. “Well since it’s so bad, I’ll let you take the leftovers home. Any objections?” Tsukishima stays silent, no rebuttal. “That’s what I thought blondie, come on take your cake and let’s watch the superior movie.”

“That is nothing like working at my job. Maybe if I was more delusional and romanticize everything like you do it would feel like that but no, not even remotely close.”, . “I know that this is not what your job is like, duh, it’s a kids movie. But you have to admit it was more entertaining than Jurassic Park.”, Tsukishima shakes his head. You huff, Tsukishima sure was prideful never admitting you were right. “You know if you don’t say i’m wrong then you’re saying i’m right.”, you smirk getting close to him.

Tsukishima laughs, “I aspire to be as wrong and delusional as you one day.”. You stutter back, before getting really close to his face, “At least I can admit when I'm wrong blondie.”, you smirk. Tsukishima’s jaw clenched, his voice lowers as he moves more into your personal space only a couple of inches separating you two. “Are you saying I’m stubborn?”, you smile, knowing he’s playing right into your game. Whispering in a sarcastic tone, “Well look at the state of you, not wanting to admit that I’m right. What would you call yourself Kei?”. You inch closer to him, he stares at your lips, “Tenacious, I would say I’m tenacious.”. You chuckle, holding eye contact with him, not wanting to let him win in making you feel timid.

Kei looks at you then down at your lips, you start to tilt your head. Waiting for Kei to lean in, giving you the green light to continue. He leans in slowly, you start to anticipate feeling his lips on yours. Wondering how he would kiss you, would he kiss you softly? Just as you start leaning in you back away, interrupted by Tsukishima’s phone ringing. You feel yourself deflate, laughing. Of course, the universe was against you. Tsukishima pulls away, groaning as he picks up the call. “What do you want Kogane?”, his voice very sharp and his hands rubbing his brows. “Yes Kogane, I know practice is tomorrow, what about it?”, he now answers very calmly and sarcastically.

Tsukishima looks over to you before quickly fleeting his gaze somewhere else as if he didn’t just try to kiss you. “No way. I’m not going to put it on speaker Kogane.”, he rolls his eyes. “I should’ve never shared my location with you. Fine, I’ll ask her. Don’t call me back.”, you laugh wondering what he was going to ask you. He hangs up, suddenly standing up right, “Want to come to my practice tomorrow?”. Tsukishima watches as your eyes sparkle, happy that he asked you. “Of course! It’s going to be so sweet! I can see your block and you can show me that new serve you’ve been working on!”

Tsukishima gets up after looking at the time, cursing himself for losing track of time. Grabbing his tote bag, “Don’t get your hopes up, I haven’t fully aced it yet.”. You get up going to the fridge, handing him the cake you packed for him. “With me there I think you’ll kill it!”, you wink and open the door. “Be safe Kei! I can’t wait to see you at practice tomorrow!”. Tsukishima watches as you close the door feeling nervous that you’re going to watch him practice. He puts on his headphones listening to the song you were dancing to earlier, smiling. Heading home and text you on the bus where his practice is and a playlist of his. “We’re officially best friends! The famous Tsukishima Kei sent me his playlist! (ó﹏ò｡)”, he locks his phone. Rolling his eyes and smiling at your dorky response.

Arriving home, he hears Yamaguchi still awake. As he places his things on the table, trying to make space in the refrigerator. “You’re finally home Tsukki. Oh? What’s that big container?”, Tsukishima glances back at him. “Shortcake.”. Yamaguchi jolts up, voice raising, “Can I have some Tsukki?”. Tsukishima nods, “Get some before I put it away.”, Yamaguchi scrambles to find a plate and utensils. “This is so good Tsukki, it reminds me of my sister's shortcake! She makes it the best!”, Tsukishima tenses up. “Whatever Yamaguchi, I’m going to go to my room.”, he places it back in the fridge. Quickly retreating to his room to ignore any further questions or comments. He reflects on the day he had with you, anticipating tomorrow as he listens to the same song on repeat.

Walking to the gymnasium Tsukishima sent you, humming while feeling your heart bump out of your chest in excitement. You were never really allowed at Yamaguchi’s games due to your presence making him more nervous. Reaching the gym, walking in to look around, bumping into a stranger, immediately apologizing. He turns around as you look up to him, noticing he kind of looks like a mix of the Pokémon, Dodrio and Farfetch’d. “Sorry miss but interviewers aren’t allowed in here.”, you clear your throat. “Sorry, I just came from work but I’m with Tsukishima, he invited me to watch his practice.”, you scold yourself for coming straight from work. The man perks up in excitement, “You're her!”. You slightly start to shake your head, “Yeah, I’m her? All good things said, I hope.”, the stranger laughs before extending his hand out to you. “I’m Koganegawa, Tsukishima’s teammate.”, you reach out shaking his hand. “You’ve heard about me?”, your chest tightens. Feeling surprised that Tsukishima talks about you since he seemed like the type to keep his personal life quiet. “Oh, we had to drag it out of Tsukishima that he is seeing someone.”, your heart speeds up.

Were you seeing Tsukishima, is that how he described it? You hadn’t thought about it that way, everytime you were going on these dates, you just felt so comfortable that it didn’t even feel like a date. Usually when you went on dates you felt uncomfortable and uneasy but with Tsukishima it felt simple. Shaking your head, paying attention to what Koganegawa is saying. “He was showing up to practice less uptight and leaving practice earlier than usual. When we asked he turned all flushed, we knew something was up.”, he leaned in whispering. “He must really like you if he wanted to keep you a secret that bad.”. You force down your foolish grin, opting to laugh instead, Koganegawa starts laughing with you, finding you and Tsukishima’s relationship adorable. “Ok, Kogane, that’s enough. We’re scrimmaging in ten, get ready.”, you tilt over Koganegawa’s silhouette to see Tsukishima walking over to you. He suddenly stands taller than before, as if he's trying to one-up Koganegawa.

He comes up to you, placing a hand on your back, your eyes widen in surprise. Is this really the Tsukishima who was awkward when you grabbed his hand? Looking up at Tsukishima, who shows no change in his face yet his body language says everything you need to hear. “I’ll show you to the bleachers, Kogane tell Kyotani I’ll be there soon.”, Koganegawa nods, bidding you both goodbye. You laugh taking Tsukishima’s hand off your back, “Jealous much, Sulkyshima?”. Tsukishima turns away, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”. Following him to the bleachers, “Whatever you say Tenacious Kei.”, wiggling your brows at him. Tsukishima suddenly regrets ever asking you here, especially if you were just going to poke him while he’s down.

Reaching the bleachers you glance down amazed, seeing all of his teammates getting ready for the practice match. Tsukishima fiddles with his hands, “Best seats in the house for my supposed “Good Luck charm”.”. You glance back grinning ear to ear, “Do well Tsukishima!”. Everyone from below you looks up to see Tsukishima ears turning the deepest shade of red. He nods, heading down knowing that his teammates were going to be picking on him as soon as he gets down.

“Do well Tsukishima!”, Kyotani fakes an obnoxious female voice. Tsukishima stops before facing him, “Who’s cheering for you Kyotani?”, he says smirking. Kyotani quiets down, retreating back to his position. Tsukishima looks up at you in the bleachers, watching you admire the whole gymnasium and the decorations that adorn it. Catching him look at you, sending him double peace signs and smiling. He feels his brain short circuit, sending you a discrete peace sign back not wanting to get any further attention. He hears a whistle blow, his brain instantly focuses on the game ahead of him wanting to put on a good show for you.

You watch as Tsukishima shuts down a couple of blocks, some he deflects to bounce off his hand. Scared to cheer but internally screaming for Tsukishima every time he helps score. A timeout gets called and you watch the teams gather together to rework their strategy. You see Tsukishima shocked with how tiny he looks compared to his other teammates. Even though he isn’t the tallest on his team, his shoulders were still pretty wide. You see why he’s a blocker now, you feel yourself start to get flushed. You smack your cheeks, giving yourself no time to get flustered instead focusing on the game below you.

You continue watching the game, excited that it’s now Tsukishima’s turn to serve. He looks at his hand then to you, you flash him a thumbs up with shiny eyes. Taking a deep breath before hitting it over, accomplishing a jump float serve for the first time. You celebrate because even though it’s picked up by the other team, he did it! You guess you really were his good luck charm. The ball gets passed back to Tsukishima again, watching him serve again but with more confidence than last time. In your head screaming one more point, watching as the ball floats over hitting the ground.

Celebrating as Tsukishima looks over to you as you mouth the phrase “good luck charm” and puff out your chest. Tsukishima covers the bottom of his face so you can’t see his small smile. He feels proud at this moment, winning for you, even if it’s just a scrimmage game. Although he wouldn’t admit that he won or prolonged the game just for you specifically, never. The coach calls the team together, congratulating the team who won before dismissing the team. You look at Tsukishima who waves you to come down. Excitedly jumping down the stairs, jumping into Tsukishima.

“That was awesome! You were like BAM! and BOOM! That serve was unlike anything I've ever seen! It looked regular but then it turned at the last minute! You’re awesome Tsukishima!”, Tsukishima backtracks. “Um, I’m not that great! I guess I was just having a good day today.”, you shake your head. Koganegawa and Kyotani appear behind you, clasping their hands together to mimic you and Kei’s stature. Tsukishima pulls away from you, “I can show you how to serve. Maybe not a jump float but something new for a beginner.”, grabbing Tsukishima’s arm quickly. “Let’s go!”

Tsukishima excuses himself to go get a clean ball for you as you see Koganegawa behind you. “Kogane! You were awesome in the scrimmage too! When you spiked the ball down it was so cool!”, Koganegawa laughs, feeling confident. “It’s called a setters dump. I’ve gotten pretty good at it. You can only do it every once in a while though!”, you feel your heart jump in excitement. Fascinated with the world that was volleyball. Tsukishima comes up behind you, tapping your shoulder. You turn to see Tsukishima guide you to the line. “The net looks so far away from here!”, you glance back at Tsukishima. “You got this!”, you hear Koganegawa cheer for you.

You send him a thumbs up feeling a little bit better now that you have an audience. Tsukishima rests his head near your head, placing the ball in your hand, fixing your arm. He slowly talks through the way to throw the ball and when you should hit it but you’re too focused on him being so close and feeling his heartbeat on your shoulder. He suddenly backs away, watching you from the sidelines now. You throw it up, hitting it over, only for it to hit the net. Sulking that you missed, Tsukishima laughs. “It’s your first time, you’d be naive to think you’d be able to hit it over instantly.”, you sneer at him. “Hey! Not naive, I was just optimistic!”, you square up to Tsukishima trying to copy his posture. Kyotani and Koganegawa walk up to you,

“Don’t worry he sulks when he misses too. I’m Kyotani.”, you wave, saying hi and introducing yourself back. “He’s so pessimistic, he needs someone who balances him out. Right Kogane?”, Kogane agrees with Kyotani, focusing on practicing his serves. “Shut up Kyotani. Come on, pass the ball.”, you look at Tsukishima questioning what he’ll do next. “You’re going to pass to me next, miss optimistic.”, smirking as he grabs a ball from Kyotani. You look him right in the eye, “Ok, you’re on. Don’t go easy on me either blondie.”.

“For someone who was so confident, you’re not the best.”, you pout. “I’m not a professional volleyball player, okay?”, Tsukishima notices you’ve both been practicing for a long time. Kyotani and Koganegawa both left, leaving you both in the gym alone. “Want to serve one last time, I’ll guide you through it.”, you nod. Wanting redemption for what was your last sucky serve, you can’t tarnish the Yamaguchi lineage. Tsukishima comes up behind you aligning his body with yours, softly grabbing your hand. Placing the ball in your hand, as he guides you to throwing it. Lifting both of your other hands up to hit it, watching it go over the met with additional strength from Tsukishima. You gasp, feeling victorious.

Looking behind to see Tsukishima smiling down at you. You freeze, feeling your hands become sweaty and your ears ringing. Without hesitation he softly grabs your face, you lean in tired of waiting for him to make the move. Feeling your lips meet, dancing against each other as sweetly as you both did in the kitchen. You smile into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as he bends down a bit. Kissing as if it was second nature to both of you, feeling comfortable and vulnerable in this moment. The way Tsukishima always felt hanging out with you, vulnerable but yet so comforted in your presence. Not wanting to pull away but slowly losing your breath, you feel him pull away first, wanting to see your face. He looks at your kiss bitten lips, the flush slowly decorating your face and your eyes glossed over with happiness.

When you pull away all you see is reluctance, Tsukishima’s brows are furrowed, his posture is tight, and he can’t meet your eyes. “I have to close up the gym. You should walk home before it gets dark.”, you reach out to Tsukishima but he just pulls away, retreating quickly to the locker room. You stand there for a couple of minutes wondering if he’ll come out but he never does. You pick yourself up and walk home, wondering what happened in that millisecond of you kissing and backing away. Did he want to keep going, did he not want to kiss you, did you misread his actions? You spiral all the way home, texting him as soon as you get home. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong Kei?”

Tsukishima was still standing in the locker room when he got your text, he watched you leave the gym. He couldn’t help but think that this all got the best of him. He’s going behind his longest friend's back, kissing his little sister. What was he thinking? Yes, he believes you should date anyone you want by why him? Him out of everyone? He knew he messed up when your text had no personal touch to it, at first he thought he misread the ID. Hesitant to answer, scared of betraying Yamaguchi any further but also scared that he’ll hurt your feelings even more.

Yamaguchi was dear to him, Yamaguchi was the one to always snap him out of whatever mental issues he was going through, he shouldn’t pursue this further. He shouldn’t betray the only one who knows the best and worst of him. However, when he thought of you nothing even held a candle to you. Nothing was dearer than you, you supported him, comforted him, made all his faults sound positive. How could he just break your trust like that, he might have been an asshole in high school but he will not allow that to happen again. He won’t let you see that side of him, you don’t deserve it.

Feeling a vibration on your bed you look to your phone, seeing a notification pop up. “I’m fine, I just need to get something off my chest. Tomorrow, can we talk?”, you let out a sigh. Relieved that he even texted you back, “Sure but don’t scare me like that again Tsukishima! (•̀⤙•́ )”. He texts you his address, knowing that Yamaguchi won’t be home till later since he didn’t have a day off. You go to sleep feeling lighter than you did earlier. Curious as to what was going on in Tsukishima’s head. While Tsukishima was charting up all the possibilities to break his problems to you politely as he could.

Knocking on Tsukishima’s door, biting at your lips in nervousness. You watch him open the door as you take in his appearance. His hair is all out of order,, the bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever, and he’s still in his pajamas. Your heart crumbles at the sight, wanting to relieve him of whatever troubles he was having but scared to push him. He welcomes you in and you see Tadashi’s shoes and clothes misplaced everywhere. “Why do you have so much of Tadashi’s clothes?”, you side eye him. Was he cheating on your brother with you? Is that why he pulled away! Oh god this is why he pulled away! “Are you together with Tadashi?”, Tsukishima’s eyes widen looking over at you. “What? No! What are you even saying?”, you still remain stiff not believing him. “We’re just roommates. Did your brother not tell you that he lives with someone?”, you relax just a bit. Sure, they 're just “roommates”, they’re always just roommates. “Show me his room then if you’re just “roommates” then.”. Tsukishima rolls his eyes, walking you to his room, where you walk in and see no signs of your existence, did he really want to hide you that badly.

Tsukishima sees your eyes start watering, following your eyes to see you glancing at all the pictures above his desk. None featuring you or your family, you make a mental note to ask him about that later and reprimand him in the future. Turning to Tsukishima, “Okay, I believe you for now. Next, tell me what’s on your mind because you look awful.”, paying back to him his blunt comments. “I’d prefer we don’t speak in Tadashi’s room. Seems a bit odd.”, you look around nodding. Not wanting to think about your brother at this moment, following Tsukishima to his room. Sitting next to him on his bed while he gathers all the words he rehearsed all night, fiddling with his fingers. You watch as he trips over his words the first couple of times and decide to comfort him. “Tsukishima, you won’t hurt my feelings no matter what you say. You’re my friend no matter what, I’ll harbor no hard feelings. I just want you to be truthful with me, okay?”, you see him nod.

Giving him the confidence to start living outside his mind and speak up, “I don’t regret kissing you yesterday. I regret what’s going to happen after though.”, you look at him intensely. Waiting for him to finish, knowing he’s done with his talk when he stops playing with his fingers. “I thought about it and I like you as more than a friend, I like being with you. However, when we first met Tadashi told me not to go anywhere near you, something about you being off limits.”, you feel your eye twitch. Your brother proclaimed you were off limits while he hid you like the plague. If Tsukishima wasn’t being so vulnerable right now you would’ve raced to him and scolded him. Opting to instead take a deep breath and hold all your comments for the last minute. “I’m nervous that if I get with you, I’ll be giving up my friendship with Yamaguchi.”, he stops playing with his fingers, giving you the okay to talk.

“I appreciate you being so considerate of my brother’s opinion but I’m my own person. Tadashi doesn’t own me, he can’t decide who I like and don’t. I like you too, Kei. I understand though if you don’t want to go through with this relationship if you’re sacrificing a piece of you. I’ve waited for this long, I can wait longer for someone as perfect as you Kei.”, you kiss his cheek getting up for his bed. “Let me know when you’re ready, Kei.”, you start walking to the entrance looking back at him. He nods, glad you’re giving him time to thoroughly think his decision through. He hears the door click, still feeling your lips on his cheek. He goes to lock the door and sit on the couch in silence, letting the clock pass by. Waiting for Yamaguchi to come home, as he contemplates every possible decision in his head. The good outcomes, the bad outcomes, and even the extreme ones, letting them all occupy every corner of his brain.

He hears the door click, “Tsukki, I’m home!”. Yamaguchi turns on the light, jolting when he sees Tsukishima on the couch. “What are you doing? Is this how you spend your days off?”, Tsukishima slowly looks up to where Yamaguchi is. Instead of being overtaken by nerves instead tired, tired of waiting, tired of hiding, and tired of not having you by him. “I like your sister.”, Yamaguchi laughs, waving off Tsukishima’s absurd comment. “Tsukki, did you not sleep today? You met my sister for a second a couple of months ago?”, Tsukishima gets up. Walking to Yamaguchi slowly, “Your sister and I have been seeing each other for those couple of months, secretly going on dates.”. Yamaguchi looks around before meeting Tsukishima’s eyes, “Tsukki, are you sure you're okay? My sister hasn’t mentioned you once?”.

Tsukishima nods, “I wanted to keep it a secret knowing that you said she was off limits. I came to terms the other day that I liked her, I don’t want to hide it anymore.”. Yamaguchi brows furrow because suddenly it all makes sense, from Tsukki staying out late to you ignoring his lunch dates, and the final straw the shortcake. Yamaguchi fastly paces to his bag, grabbing his phone and dialing your number. “Hello Tadashi, What’s up?”, Yamaguchi hands the phone to Tsukishima angrily. “I told him.”, you freeze hearing Kei’s voice over the phone. “Is it true? No, scratch that, why hide it from me?”, you scoff. “The same reason you hid me from your friends, Tadashi. Look, I’m at a cafe near your apartment, I’ll head over right now. Tadashi don’t do anything stupid, please.”, you hang up.

To be honest, Yamaguchi wasn’t upset at the fact you both liked each other more at the fact you both hid everything from him, did everything behind his back. Yamaguchi sits on the couch angrily tapping his feet, awaiting you to arrive. He hears a knock on his door, watching Tsukishima open the door. You smile at Tsukishima, knowing it must’ve taken a lot out of him to tell your brother. “Get in here, now.”, your brother ruins the moment as per usual. Not letting him take hold of the conversation in anger, “Stop, first I want you to calm down.”, Yamaguchi looks over at you frustratedly. “Calm down, you're seeing my best friend and hiding it from me!”, you shake your head. “I didn’t mean to go out with Tsukishima on purpose, okay? My co-worker is Akiteru, when I accepted the date I didn't know they were brothers. It was just a simple fortunate event!”. Tsukishima sees you rambling but he’s never seen you rambling quite like this, this rambling is more like the nervous kind.

Yamaguchi suddenly points at him, snapping him out of his analysis of your unseen behavior. “Speaking of Akiteru, you! You don’t see me sneaking off with your brother! Don’t you hold any form of shame?”, Tsukishima clears his throat. “I wouldn’t mind if you got with my brother because that would be my brother’s decision not mine.”, Tsukishima glances back at you. You feel your breath ease, knowing exactly what Tsukishima is hinting at. “He’s right, it’s my decision. I like Tsukishima and I want you to support me and him, together.”, Yamaguchi glares at you, reluctant to let you and Tsukki get off so easily. “You’re right, I shouldn't hold a grudge against you, you’re a grown woman. You, however, Tsukki apologize to me. This is not very best friend-like behavior.”, you scoff at Tadashi's childish behavior. “Tadashi, stop it.”, you wave away Tadashi knowing he’s just grasping at straws.

“I’m sorry Yamaguchi.”, you and Yams both look at each other than look at Tsukishima, frozen. “You’re right I should’ve told you. I was scared to lose you as a friend.”, Tadashi trips over his words before you stop him knowing Tsukishima wasn’t done talking yet. Tadashi stands there surprised that you know Tsukishima’s body language despite only knowing each other for a couple of months. “More importantly I wanted my relationship to grow with your sister first before I told you anything, I’m sorry for that.”, Tsukishima looks at you. Hoping that you see that you’ve changed his mindset a bit. Yes, he’s tenacious but he’s also pessimistic and not one to admit he’s in the wrong. With you though, he thinks he can improve those parts of himself.

“I’m asking you as my best friend, if you could support us?”, Tsukishima grabs your hand, linking it together with his. As you stumble a bit at the sudden touch but quickly recover and stand up straight. Tadashi looks at you both, nodding. “Okay but you have to name your first born Tadashi.”, you go to hug him, choosing to ignore his comment. “Can I meet the rest of your friends, properly. Start letting people know you have a sister jerk! I’m off the market now, you know so you don’t have to worry!”, Tsukishima rolls his eyes thinking how dorky you sound. You pull back to go by Tsukishima’s side. “So, you apologize now Mr. Tenacious?”, Yamaguchi looks around awkwardly. “I’m heading to my room, don’t be gross!”, you roll your eyes. “I don’t apologize for just anyone, you know.”, you laugh. “Oh, so I should feel extra special since you apologized just to be with me?”, Tsukishima smiles. “Yeah something like that.”, pulling you to him. Kissing him felt even better than last time, he felt free not being held back by secrets or thoughts, overwhelmed by the senses of you.

“Hurry up Kei, we’re already the last ones there!”, Tsukishima rolls his eyes. Not really excited to meet up with his old friends, knowing they’ll just embarrass him. Grabbing his hand and dragging him to the restaurant, “Do you think anything new has happened with Hinata and Kags?”. Tsukishima lets out a breath, “From joining the olympic team, I don’t think so? They just have more of a reason to lose more brain cells over volleyball.”. You smile, “You have to be nice, Stingyshima.”. Tsukishima looks at you in disbelief, “Not you too. See, this is why I was reluctant to meet them. You’re going to start with the name calling.”, you kiss his cheek. “At least I mean it in a loving way, now stop sulking and let’s have some fun.”

Tsukishima and you enter, being greeted by your brother and Yachi first, then making your way to Hinata and Kageyama. Watching as Kageyama and Tsukishima have a weird stare off, Hinata and you laugh at how awkward the two could be. “Hinata, have you learned any new tricks?”, you glare at him excitedly. “Oh nothing too new, Kageyama and I just have to rework our quick but that’ll come naturally.”, you smile excited to see the two work together again.

Tsukishima sits next to you, grabbing your hand under the table. “Don’t worry, these freaks will have their quick down easily. It’s like second nature to them.”, Tsukishima adds slyly. Riling up the pair, “Damn it, Tsukishima.”, Hinata adds. You squeeze Kei’s hand letting him know to cut it out. To which he deflates, knowing he got caught. “What about you Yachi? Design anything new lately?”, she nods. “I designed a new ad to help support the Sendai Frogs actually.”, she pulls out her phone showing the picture to everyone. “Wow, Yachi, this is great!”, you look over the poster and see how it highlights everyone on the team.

“Your teammates look great on this Kei.”, you feel him glare at you. “You’re giving them too much credit.”, you smile. “Yachi, we should talk to our management and maybe get you to design something for the olympic team!”, you fall back watching the conversation flow. Your brother was grateful to have such good friends and you were grateful to now be a part of their group too. Taking a look around, feeling comfort in the conversation, Tsukishima lays his head on your shoulder. The conversation falls silent, “Has Tsukki gone soft?”, Tsukishima looks over. “Shut up Yamaguchi.”

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the kind of bouquet that was bought at the grocery store because they don’t know all too much about flowers other than that receiving them brings your beautiful smile to your face. being able to tell they tried taking off the price sticker even though it couldn’t possibly have cost any sort of concerning amount, but they don’t want you worrying about things like that regardless. instead, you can tell by even that small and simple of a gesture that they’re always trying their best for you because they love you so much.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴bokuto, kuroo, daichi, noya, kageyama, ushijima, asahi, aone, aran

the kind of bouquet where each flower was painstakingly picked out and then wrapped in charming brown paper. they take the bouquet from your arms briefly as you go to read the little note that came with it. it’s about how they looked up the meaning to each flower and picked the ones that reminded them of you and and all the things they love about you. they might not be good with words all the time, but they hope a gesture like this can make up for it.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴akaashi, iwaizumi, kiyoomi, kenma, tadashi, tsukishima, osamu, kiyoko, suna

the kind of bouquet that’s just massive and overflowing out of the measly sheet of newspaper it’s meant to be wrapped in. the scent is pleasantly overwhelming as you attempt to look over the flowers, where you see how they’re grinning ear to ear like a child on christmas day. you can barely even count how many flowers you’re holding in your arms, and they even have to place a hand in front of the bouquet to help prevent it from slipping out between you both as you two share a heartfelt kiss.

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the blissful feeling of laying on their chest, snuggled up to their side and hearing up-close the quiet whistling of them inhaling in and out. as they scroll on their phone you can hear the videos play, and get cut off, and start again—but you choose to focus on the sound of their steady heartbeat from right up against your ear.

and along the expanse of your back, their other free hand lingers and traces your spine, up and down. whenever they get up to your shoulders, their hand stops and lingers for a moment, circling and drawing invisible shapes. the light graze and scratch of their fingertips leave your brain fuzzy and your insides tingly.

yet, they’re still swiping along video after video, completely unaware of how much, to you, they utterly feel like home.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴kuroo, yamaguchi, sakusa, asahi, kageyama, daichi, sugawara, akaashi, tsukishima, ushijima, atsumu, osamu, kenma

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ this ones for my hand huggers out there , yall know what ' s good ”

the type that when you wordlessly and calmly stretch out your hand at them, palm open and fingers twiddling in mid-air, they don’t instinctively go for a high-five or some sort of good-mannered wave back. this person, in an unspoken moment of unadulterated loveliness, gets the memo, and gently interlocks their hand with yours in a small warm embrace, maybe even letting you tilt your connected hands side to side, back and forth. there’s a mutual understanding of the need for human connection, through touch, and even if your hands are hugging for just a short moment, it leaves you both feeling fuzzy and loved.

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴sakusa (at least once you’re already dating), akaashi, hinata, sugawara, yamaguchi, kita, yachi, iwaizumi, tsuki (also only when you’re at least dating)

  fit check ᵕ̈        your hq fav x streetwear!gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : to them , it ' s like   ⋮⋮  you came straight out of a ⋮⋮  magazine !

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ and before anyone accuses me ... yes this is practically a self insert LEAVE ME ALONE 🫵 /hj ”

always staring at you because you're just the most gorgeous thing he has the honor to set his eyes on

like don't even bother trying to ask him for feedback on the fit before you go out

he says it looks good, no hesitation, every time

because he means it too!!!

and always has you do a little spin for him before exiting the door omg im dying

his big arms are your human clothing rack when he comes along thrifting with you MMMMM

would love to go sneaker shopping with you

def walks into volleyball practice the next day wearing shoes that match a pair of your own

spoils you with accessories like necklaces or bracelets or rings or earrings

totally doesn't get you jewelry with his initial on it so it's lowkey always on you along with the other stuff you got on

style an outfit with HIS jersey? oh yeah, he's a goner, done for!!

of course he'll let you borrow his clothes if you need an oversize piece for your outfit in a pinch

any excuse to see you in his clothes tbh

baggy jeans versus puddles on the sidewalk? NO FEAR he's lifting you over so you don't get ur clothes wet

his hands are always drifting along your midriff if you're wearing low rise pants or a cropped top or both (he can't help it!! :((( )

might shyly ask you for styling tips

and you get to dress him up like your own personal life sized dress-up doll!!!

and if anyone complements his outfit he always replies with "thanks, my partner styled it"

yeahhh he loves going out with you so everyone can see how hot you are and how lucky he is that you picked him out of all people 🫶

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴ushijima, kageyama, tsukishima, daichi, sugawara, asahi, iwaizumi, sakusa, atsumu, osamu, aone, aran, suna, matsukawa, bokuto

  boycore ᵕ̈        your hq fav x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : hq boys as shit my   ⋮⋮  guy bsfs do

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ just random bc as much as i ' ve been hanging out with my girlfriends this summer i lowk miss my guy friends lol ( they never come out with us !!! they're always playing cod or 2k !!? ) ”

“i think you dropped something” when you are aware you just dropped something (they don’t help you pick it up 🖕🖕)

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴mattsun, tsukki, osamu, suna, kuroo, oikawa, konoha

“what do you mean i can’t drive,” then drives over a curb next time you’re in his car

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴bokuto, hinata, noya, lev, atsumu, terushima, kyotani

acts like he's annoyed when you tell him the tea but next time you’re talking about it he’s referencing details from the last time you were talking to him about it

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴kuroo, daichi, iwaizumi, suna, yamaguchi, asahi, akaashi, sakusa, kita

asks your opinion on someone they know you hate in a group setting

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴suna, kenma, yaku, sugawara, semi, aran, atsumu, tsukki, daishō

asks if the fit would go hard while you're at the mall and he's holding up the most abysmal combo of clothes you've ever seen

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴(unironically) tobio, ushijima, tanaka, hinata, goshiki, aone, koganegawa

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴(ironically) sugawara, suna, oikawa, semi, komori, mattsun

“your shoe’s untied” or “you got smth on your shirt” as they point down, and if you go to look, their finger is flipping your chin up and they laugh like they’re some sort of second coming of comedy jesus (no i'm not salty i fall for this way too much)

✧﹒࿔*∗ : ･ﾟ︴tendō, noya, tanaka, lev, atsumu, komori, hanamaki, terushima

Disappointment

tsukishima angst

word count: 2180

tsukishima loves you and is sure you love him too.

tags: @tsukkislyre

The sun is beginning to set as practice is wrapping up. Although he hates to admit it, he knows he’ll miss cleaning up after practice once he graduates. He smiles to himself, looking around to make sure no one noticed. His eyes land on you leaning against the rail on the second floor, watching the boys clean up. You catch his eye and return his smile, momentarily making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. You raise an eyebrow, shooting him a questioning look. He brushes it off and shrugs, making you laugh to yourself. In all these years he still liked to keep a front around the boys. You leave your spot to meet Tsukishima and help him clean.

“You don’t have to help, you know?”

You follow him around, helping him as you go. “I’m here, aren’t I? It’s the least I can do.” You nudge his side with your elbow. He rolls his eyes and looks at you.

“You’re still coming over right?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Uh…duh. I can’t let you study alone or else you’ll end up getting a better grade than me. I can’t let that happen.”

“Oh, come on, you’ll do just fine if you study on your own.”

“So, you’re uninviting me now?” You jab his side with your elbow a little harsher this time.

He huffs slightly and returns the jab, not nearly as hard as yours. You were easily able to dodge it. “I’m not uninviting you, I’m just saying you’re smart.”

“Wow, is the Tsukishima Kei complimenting me?” You fan yourself as you lean against his side.

He pushes you off, sarcastically laughing. “Keep it up and I will uninvite you.”

You straighten out and laugh, a sound so wonderful to Tsukishima he forgot what the conversation was about. “Okay okay, I give. Let’s hurry up so we can start walking home.”

Tsukishima never missed the way you referred to his house as home, as if it was your home. He hid his smile as he finished cleaning and gathering his things, which you had mostly done for him as he was busy.

Leaving the gym with bags slung over your shoulders and snacking on protein bars, because that’s all Tsukishima carried, you quietly made your way to his home. There was a comfortable silence that had settled around the both of you, the sounds of your shoes hitting the pavement becoming white noise to your thoughts.

Graduation day was approaching, and fast. It’s no surprise both of you were thinking.

You and Tsukishima Kei had been friends through most of high school. He had introduced himself to you when no one else would approach you because you were the new kid. To those who knew Tsukishima knew this was out of character for him, but he thought it’d be the perfect chance to befriend someone who had no idea he had a blunt personality-that maybe…just maybe…he could completely lower his guard around you.

He could’ve done that with anyone else, even Yamaguchi, but he felt he needed to keep up his uninterested façade to those who were already in his life. However, with you…it was different. He couldn’t quite explain what he was feeling the moment you crossed the threshold of stranger to potential friend, couldn’t think of a word for the emotions swirling in his chest but he knew it was a good feeling. And he was right. He never regretted making the first move. He knows he can be intimidating and assumed you wouldn’t talk to him unless being spoken to first. So, he had asked Yamaguchi to invite you to sit with them for lunch, knowing full well Tadashi is approachable and welcoming. Who wouldn’t adore him?

And you agreed to Tadashi’s request, joining him and Tsukishima for lunch. After that your friendship with the two snowballed into what it was now. It was hard not to befriend them. You and Tsukishima had a few things in common, such as music and, although you may not love his other interests, you genuinely loved hearing him talk about them. You weren’t much into sports but you were always there to support him in volleyball. You were there throughout all three years. Whether you both studied for exams together or you showed up to his practices and matches, your presence was constant and your support was unwavering.

Eventually, Tsukishima figured out the feelings you brought out in him was love, or at the very least… a crush. He definitely felt something for you, and it was more than platonic love. He knew he wanted more than friendship. He knew it because when you were down, you sought him out for comfort and vice versa. He no longer held emotions in, no longer bottled them up and stored them to be dealt with later. He went to you for comfort. You’d both hold each other until the other stopped crying, until the tears had dried and only a trail was left behind. You were both there to brush those tears away, never letting the other do it alone.

Then there were the moments full of joy. Where the happiness was overflowing and infectious that the other could only smile and join in. Tsukishima had a habit of picking you up and spinning you around if he was overjoyed. Those moments didn’t occur often but that only made them more special and endearing. It was like you were walking on clouds, as cliché as that sounds. Tsukishima could only admire as you smiled and laughed, a sound so pure it made angels jealous. Your laugh was contagious and there was nothing left to do but to join you. You’d both laugh until your faces were red and your ribs hurt from laughing, cheeks aching from smiling. You had never seen his face show such unbridled happiness. He looked like a kid again.

That’s not to say you didn’t fight. There were occasional disagreements, albeit silly ones now that Tsukishima thinks back. Most, if not all, were his fault. He could be incredibly blunt and sometimes he took the bantering a bit too far, but at the end of the day you knew he never meant it. You just needed reassurance sometimes…the same way he needed reassurance from you.

He had shown you how vulnerable he could really be, and like always…your were there. He knew you’d be there, but he too needed to hear you say you would remain at his side forever. You promised him time and time again that you’d always be there. And you’d pull him into your arms and kiss the top of his head.

He’s pulled away from his memories of you after hearing you speak. He didn’t quite catch what you said though.

“Did you say something?”

You hum. “I said…can you believe we’re close to graduating?”

He shakes his head as he glances up at the sky, which was now a pale blue. “It’s hard to believe.” He swallows nervously, thinking that now would be the perfect time to confess. He’s always wanted to confess but never thought there was a right time. But here you are now, both alone. It was peaceful, save for the few birds and your footsteps.

“Tsukki…what’s up? You usually make a quip about how emotional I am and that ‘it’s only high school’.” You continue walking, not paying attention to how nervous Tsukishima was.

He stops walking and tugs at your sleeve, bringing you to a halt. “I can’t hold it in anymore.”

“Tsukki, we’re almost home. Can’t you just wait to use the restroom?”

His cheeks flush a shade of pink in embarrassment, not thinking you’d take it that way. He covers his face with his hand to hide the fact that he’s blushing. “I don’t mean it like that…”

“Then…how?” You sense his nerves, and you reach forward to place your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him.

He sighs and keeps his face covered, knowing he’d lose the slightest amount of confidence he had if he looks you in the eyes. He was sure you felt the same way as him. There was no reason for you not to, not when you hugged him as if he was going to dissolve if you let go.

“I have feelings for you…and I want to be more than…friends.” He could barely get the last word out, feeling as if he was suffocating. His face felt incredibly hot and he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He doesn’t recall ever feeling this embarrassed.

Oh Tsukishima, you should have kept your mouth shut.

You didn’t know what to say. The hand you had on his arm falls to your side. You were stunned into silence, blankly staring at the person in front of you. Were your ears ringing with his confession?

“More than friends. More than friends. More than friends.”

It keeps echoing in your mind. Tsukishima liked you? Had you led him on? You just wanted to be a caring friend.

Tsukishima understands your silence and slowly steps away from you. He recalls this feeling of disappointment before. Although it seems that heartbreak might be a tinge worse. He was so sure you’d reciprocate his feelings. How could you not?

He had been so sure.

You broke your silence.

“I’m sorry Tsukki. I just…I don’t like you like that.”

His heart squeezes as you call him by his nickname, however it was now accompanied by a sour taste on his tongue. He felt like running so fast his chest would burn. Maybe then he’d have a reason to cry…over a burning, exerted heart.

As you watched his expression contort into one of anger, or most likely, disappointment, your eyes welled with tears. You were always emotional after all. You knew you were putting this friendship at risk. Would he be able to forgive you? Could he move past this? How long had he felt this way? You hoped that it wasn’t for long.

But if only you knew that the feelings you evoked appeared the moment he saw you and that they only grew stronger with each passing memory the two of you created.

“I’m sorry too.” His voice was rough with emotions he was withholding, and you could see that his eyes were glazed over with unfallen tears.

“Are we-”

He raises a hand, silencing you. “I’m going to need time.”

You could only nod, afraid that if you spoke, you’d break him even more.

Without another word, he left. You watch his figure get smaller as he walks further away. You can’t help but feel the dull ache in your chest grow with every step he takes.

You’d give him the time and space he needed because that’s all the comfort you can offer him. You walk in the opposite direction, heading to your house. Unfortunately, you can’t stop the tears that begin to fall. Some land on your shoes and some hit the ground. You know it isn’t fair for you to cry…not when you are the rejecter.

Tsukishima, the rejected, is holding in his tears. He won’t let people see him cry. He slips into his house quietly, having taken off his shoes outside so as to not make any noise. With his shoes in hand, he makes his way to his room, mouth set into a thin line. He rids himself of his backpack, gym bag, and shoes and gets into bed. For once, he doesn’t want to listen to music. He didn’t think it would make him feel better. So, he clutches his pillow and lets the tears fall freely. He doesn’t know why but he’s never felt so anguished. His chest feels hollow and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

In a situation like this, you’d be the person he reached out to. Who could he reach out to now? Who would hold him and wipe the tears away? He lets out a bitter laugh, realizing he’s now the one overreacting. You yourself quoted him.

It’s only high school.

So why was he feeling an immense amount of despair, like no matter how hard he tried to swim to the top he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take that first breath upon breaking the surface. So, he had no choice but to continue holding his breath and wait it out. In other words, he was going to have to suck it up as he was so accustomed to doing.

And yet, he’s clutching his pillow so hard his knuckles are turning white. The tears continue to flow as he grieves his loss. You were still here, and he knew you were going to try to make things seem as normal as possible…but he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to move on. Not when he had been so confident that you had felt the same way.

Perhaps you wouldn’t be in his life forever, maybe…just maybe, disappointment is the constant in his life.

START YOUR ROM-COM, TEENAGE FAIRY TALE.

life looks quite dull for you, considering you’re a second year at seijoh who hasn’t made friends since junior high. however, all hope is restored when the cynical middle blocker, tsukishima kei, walks in on you being a complete idiot at the cafe you work at. who knew that just one little encounter would change your life immensely? it must be the effect of being enchanted to meet someone.

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

song inspo: enchanted by taylor swift [x]

warnings: a ton of taylor swift references, a few dirty jokes. also, i apologize in advance for my shitty sense of humor

note: don’t mind the timestamps on the posts, only pay attention to the days listed below.

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cuteeee

going on a date with tsukki and when he takes reader home they miss but it’s a cute ass height difference kiss with smol reader because bb boy is hella tall 🥴

*tadashi voice* TSUKKIIIIIIII

“Can I kiss you?”

You almost feel stupid for asking, eyes traveling downwards in your embarrassment, and you don’t catch the surprise that flits over Tsukishima’s face briefly, before hidden by snark and a teasing smirk.

“Can you reach?”

You both know the answer, but you still balance on your tiptoes, arms tentatively resting on his shoulders as you rise up, still barely face level with the blond boy as you do so.

He doesn’t move, surveying your frustrated expression with amusement, and when you hop impatiently (in an attempt to reach him or just signifying your emotions, he’s not entirely sure), he laughs.

“Tsukishima.” You huff, feeling foolish as you gaze at him imploringly. “I’m gonna go inside if you’re not going to do anything.” 

His hair was pale in the moonlight, resembling his namesake in the ethereal light, and his glasses were given a frosted tint, but couldn’t hide the playful glint in his eyes.

“You’re the one who asked me.” 

“Asshole.” You scowl, your arms slipping off his shoulders, and Tsukishima is quick to grab your waist, murmuring.

“Wait.”

Your heart jumps at the soft syllable, and you do, lashes fluttering as he finally relents, leaning down to meet your height, lips meeting yours.

“Happy now?” He breathes, eyebrows quirked upwards as you pull apart, and as you smile he can’t help but return it gently.

“Very.”

imessage games - masterlist

— you message the wrong number while trying to look for someone to play imessage games with you, hence meeting tsukishima kei

status: completed (10/11/20-10/26/20)

warnings: swearing and MAYBE suggestive content

genre: strangers to lovers, college!au

taglist: maybe,, if anyone wants to read this PLS this smau was such a random idea i doubt anyone would want to read it (just shoot me a message or reply on here if u wanna be part of the taglist)

A/N: my first ever smau n i just had to base it off the most random idea i got! i apologize for my bad humour and how ALL OVER THE PLACE this smau is going to be

y/n & friends | tsukishima & crew

part 1: wrong number

part 2: a game of mancala

part 3: mission

part 4: convenience store boy

part 5: statistics

part 6: freaky math girl

part 7: the plan

part 8: wait a minute

part 9: traitors

part 10: interesting

part 11: y/nphobia

part 12: let’s sell her

part 13: my number one

part 14: good morning

part 15: i just know

part 16: on an adventure

part 17: a playlist

part 18: healthy conversation

part 19: answer me

part 20: the reveal

part 21: the end

special thanks

hot things tsukishima does

here are the creators and their posts that inspired this!

@0ik6lut - hot things oikawa does (OG)

@ahtsumu - hot things suna does

when you’re at your desk and ask him for help on something he places his hand on one side of the desk and leans down, basically encasing you in his arms

additionally, he’ll talk in your ear and when you look up at him he’ll look down at you and just…smirk before pulling away and telling you to figure the problem out yourself

leans on the doorframe; sometimes you’ll be leaning on wall next to the doorframe and he’ll come up and lean on it next to you, his body warmth making your heart beat 11x faster

when he wakes up one hand is stretching upwards towards the air while the other scratched his stomach and…. :) iz just nice

grabs your chin to look at him and uses his pointer finger to caress your chin before kissing you

has worn the maid costume once. you have a picture of it. on your phone. confidential. you look at it sometimes…. <3

Comfortable in his sexuality and lets you dress him up however as long as he can watch movies while you do it

when you watch movies together he’ll nonchalantly feed you a piece of popcorn but his fingers brush past your lips really slowly and when you both are looking at each other in anticipation he’ll lean back against the couch’s arm rest and pop a piece of popcorn in his mouth

you’re on your laptop and ask him for help with something and instead of wait until you move you arm out of the way he puts his hand on the mouse pad next to yours and his pinky links with one of your fingers….

says “oh? and you’re gonna stop me?”

when he’s stressed with his work on the computer he’ll sigh lightly and slip off his glasses and place his hand on his chin to look at you across the room, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his gaze is dark and half-lidded

he’ll be doing something that takes his focus and you think he can’t see you staring at him, but then he’ll suddenly glance at you with thoe electric honey eyes of his and quirk his brow. no smile on his face. just intense stare

taps his pencils and pens against his pretty soft lips out of habit. sometimes looks at you while doing it

wears an plain silver chain anklet

has a prominent adam’s apple and when he drinks water after a game and there’s sweat dripping down his chin it’s. just. yeah.

has pretty hands with long fingers; sometimes he just mindlessly rubs the edge of his desk with his fingers and you can’t help but watch. 

actually takes care of his nails – like the cuticles are pushed back and they are filed in a pretty shape. occasionally uses nail oil 

his style. either it’s a lazy loose sweatpants (not grey ones, sorry, he knows that trend) and a long sleeve t-shirt or when he goes out and feels like trying it’s khaki pants with white socks and vans with a white button up and a vest pullover on top of it. just. preppy tsukishima. please god. 

when he’s sitting on a bed he has one leg outstretched and one leg bent with his arm resting on it, his head in that hand, his other hand scrolling through his phone until you walk in and his eyes flit to you and trail after you until you leave the room

the hottest thing about tsukishima is his stare. the power his eyes hold over you, with or without glasses, is shocking. his eyes are just such a pretty shade of amber with a dark ring around them…the type of guy to forget his glasses one day and everyone has a picture of him from that day because. damn. 

bonus: is the progressive kid in class who you think hates everyone equally but when someone says some Fucked Up discriminatory shit he goes Off on their ass and absolutely schools them 

bonus bonus: tsukishima’s legs. nuff said

anon requested : hi volley !! i hope you’re doing well. no pressure to write it since i know you’re busy, but i’ve been thinking about this for a while and i think your writing would be perfect for it. <3

can i request kuroo or tsukishima looking at the stars with their partner? i headcanon that they both really like stargazing and i think it would be such a cute date or a cute proposal

pspsps i don’t know if you write polyamory but that’s chill if you feel like it 

thank youuuu! <3

TSUKISHIMA KEI + STARGAZING

pairing : tsukki + gn!reader

warnings : none! just cute fluff.

a/n : this prompt is so cute ! try as i might, i’m so bad at writing poly couples, so i’m doing kuroo separately in a different post. i hope that’s okay with you. i wanted to take tsukki’s in a bit of a different direction so it doesn’t feel like i’m writing both guys the same– kuroo’s is a lot more cutesy and romantic for sure. ( if you have any others to request with this prompt, please send me a message or ask ! )  likes & reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley. note: kuroo’s is here.

    “Stargazing? Why would you want to do that?” He asked you, barely looking up from his textbook. You rolled over on his bed, your essay long-forgotten. “C’mon, Kei, please?” You whined. “What if I forget what Japan’s stars look like?”

    “You’re not going to be gone that long. Besides, I’m sure the stars in America look the exact same– in fact, I’m sure of it.”

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𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 !!

synopsis: every moon has their own star. and tsukishima loves his little star the best

— warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, dad!tsukishima, made up name for his babygirl (literally just used google translate huhu forgive me 🙏)

tsukishima used to tolerate his mornings rather than enjoy them. when he met you, it started to become something he enjoyed, most especially when you both moved together and he got to wake up seeing you deep in comfortable slumber beside him, bodies entwined.

there was always something peaceful in the mornings— the soft muffled chirps of voyaging birds, the gentle glow of the sun basking your body through the window, his tired body pinning him down beside you, his muscles relaxed and melting against your shared bed.

his eyes blink the sleep off, a small yawn leaving his thin lips. you're sound asleep, a hand under your cheek, the other resting limply on his bare waist. tsukishima smiles softly, a hand reaching up to push a strand off your ear.

you don't move. he smiles brighter than the moon in the evening.

then he hears that familliar pitter patter of tiny feet across the wooden floor outside your bedroom. tsukishima perks up, nestling himself deeper into the bed pretending to be asleep. and on queue, his daughter opens the door, the silent creaks of the door a telltale sign she was plotting something mischievous.

and when he feels her tiny presence beside him, hovering over his back, he jumps and turns around, grabbing his daughter around her chubby waist.

"gotcha!"

hoshi's little squeals are akin to melodies, something he loves to hear every second of everyday. tsukishima carries her and sits her on his chest, his fingers squiggling on her mushy sides. he feels you stir beside him, eyes opening.

their smiles match and your heart swoons; hoshi was a little version of tsukishima, both eyes and smile— like halos over clouds. the hair was a mixture of yours and his though, and it seems like she was starting to get your complexion.

"papa, stooop," she giggles, little feet kicking at the mattress and pushing his hands away. "you're attacking me!"

"my no! i'm only giving you kisses," he rubs his nose on her belly. "you don't want my kisses?"

"i want them," you place your elbow on your elbow, cheek placed on your palm. tsukishima rolls his eyes, albeit playfully, and leans up to peck you. hoshi gags.

"ewie,"

"not ewie," you gasp. "is this...ewie?"

you and tsukishima lean to place matching kisses on either side of her cheeks, slightly wet to tease her. she yells, falling on her back and running away from your room.

breakfast was as energetic as ever. since hoshi has learned how to feed herself, she ate a lot as she did when she was a baby. it has always admired you; maybe it was something she picked up from you rather than her father, who, despite placing many food on his plate, ate less than you.

you stand in front of the stove, waiting for the beaten eggs to be cooked. tsukishima has hoshi wrapped around his waist as they emerge from the bathroom, the bottom of her face slightly wet. he was already dressed for work, white button down and neatly iron brown slacks, his matching blazer hung by the door; hoshi was already dressed in her uniform, collars askew.

he sets her down in front of the coffee table, facing the tv, and tsukishima sits behind her with hair ties on his wrist.

"can we listen to music?" she asks him, peering up at her father. "while eating breakfast?"

her love for music- it was something tsukishima has been plotting since she had been in your womb. those microphone thingies connected to your stomach was something he always used when he got home from work, blasting a new playlist, a way of introducing music to hoshi so that she'd be used to it by the time she came out.

miki matsubara revibrates smoothly in the living room. they both hum as tsukishima begins to comb her hair, splitting it in two. you remember his eagerness to be taught how to braid when hoshi was sound asleep when she was a baby, admiring her soft growing hair. so watching him flawlessly split each part into three and intertwine them made your heart turn into silk.

you place the finished eggs and spam on the breakfast table, sitting beside hoshi and resting your body on tsukishima's leg, reaching over to fix your daughter's collar. she thanks you, clumsily placing the chopsticks on her small fingers.

"you want ribbons on your hair, hoshi?" tsukishima ties the first braid, placing it over her right shoulder.

"yes please!"

"blue ones?"

"she doesn't have blue ones, honey," you look at kei, picking up a spam and feeding it to him. "she has pink ones though. you want that, hoshi?"

"yes!" she reaches over to the small box and picks out three pink ribbons. tsukishima carefully plucks it from her hands. "can i visit the museum today?"

you hum. "sure baby. i'll pick you up after school and go there if it's okay with papa."

"absolutely," tsukishima beams. "i'm gonna show you a little secret later, so you can't tell anyone, 'kay?"

her small "okay" felt similar to tsukishima's- slightly flat, though you could sense her excitement. when he finishes on both braids, he clips a pink ribbon on each pair.

when breakfast is finished, the dishes clink in the sink as tsukishima sets them to dry to the side. you grab the car keys, and hoshi stands beside you waiting patiently for his dad. when he emerges from the kitchen, hoshi brings something out of her pocket.

"what's that?" he crouches, eye level with her. she reaches out and clips the pink ribbon over his necktie.

"so we can match," she says. "if you take it off, i'll tell everyone the secret you're going to tell me later." her eyes narrow, playfully but he thinks is actually a real threat. tsukishima laughs.

"you get to hit me if i go home and i'm not wearing it," he kisses her on the forehead.

hoshi runs towards the car when you exit the house; her height, despite her young age, was enough for her to reach the latch and open the door.

tsukishima places a hand on your waist and spins you around, kissing you, lips soft and chaste. the way he looks at you has never changed, the same golden glint, same ardor, same mellowness; it was love incomparable.

it seemed to have amplified when hoshi came around.

"thank you for breakfast," he murmurs against your lips. "and thank you for hoshi."

thank you for hoshi was something he always said every day since she was born. it felt like an oath, a prayer he says to express his gratitude to all saints.

and before you could answer, the car beeps.

hoshi has leaned over the dashboard and reached her hands to press on the horn. her eyebrows are furrowed, and you can see her mouth gag playfully.

she also seems to inherit his easy agitation.

reblogs are appreciated! <3

Taste Like Strawberries

IMAGINE: TASTE LIKE STRAWBERRIES ~ TSUKISHIMA X READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of 'girlfriend'. tsukishima being a simp. slight pda. established relationship. **************

Lip Glosses is your favorite makeup accessory. Bonus points if they are flavored lip glosses. You had a collection of different flavors. Cherry, guava, mango, pineapple, mint, anything that really smelled good. 

You had about every flavor… except for one. 

As you looked at the pink bottle with the red top, you realized that you did not have a strawberry flavor lip gloss. You were a bit bewildered at yourself after realizing this. So what was just supposed to be a simple convenience store run to grab a few snacks turned out to be a bit more. 

Grabbing a couple of lip gloss tubes, you walked up to the counter to purchase all your items. 

It wasn’t until a couple of days later that you would actually use it. If only you knew what effect it would have on your boyfriend.

Getting ready for school, you spotted the pink tube on the corner of your desk. Your face lit up, finally having the opportunity to try it on. Opening the fresh tube, you revel in the sweet smell of strawberries. After applying a thin layer of gloss over your lips, you create a ‘pop’ sound. You were happy that you chose this tube, because not only did it smell good, but you really loved the texture. 

Throwing the tube into your school bag, you start to finish getting ready for the rest of your day. 

You were pleased to see the tall blonde man as soon as you stepped out of your house. He was standing a couple feet away from your front door. Hand in his phone, scrolling mindlessly while waiting for you. 

His head snapped up when he heard the front door open. “Took you long enough.” He says, shoving his phone back into his pocket. 

“Oh hush, I did not take that long.” “School starts in twenty minutes.” “And we’re only ten minutes away. We’ll be fine.” 

Tsukishima slightly scoffs, “what if I wanted to stop and get something?” 

The both of you started walking towards the direction of school. “I already got that covered.” You say reaching blindly around in your bag. 

Tsukishima looks at you in amusement as you struggle to grab the object you were looking for. Tired of waiting, he grabs onto the back of your bag and opens it himself. 

“Hey, I could do it!” You say trying to pull away from him, but his strength was preventing you from doing so. 

“You were taking too long.” “Ugh, you’re so impatient.” You start dragging your feet dramatically and he only rolls his eyes. “And you’re so dramatic.” 

“Mean. Anyway, it’s the only drink there.” You tell him. He immediately finds the plastic container and he pulls it out. “Strawberry milk.” He states, a tiny flicker pulling at the corner of his lips. 

He reaches around his bag and pulls out a drink as well. “I actually got you this.” He says handing you your favorite drink. 

Your face lights up and your heart melts at his kindness. 

“Awe, thank you Kei! You’re so sweet.” You bounce up, and place a short kiss on his cheek. 

The fragrance of strawberries immediately hits his nose, causing his eyebrows to scrunch together. He was wondering where that smell came from. Obviously it had to come from you. So that’s why he bent down to get closer to your face. 

Once Tsukishima is at eye level with you, he starts to examine your face. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion. It really wasn’t like him to do something like this out of the blue. And you start to wonder if you did something wrong… or maybe he was about to tease you. 

His eyes scan over your face, wondering what was different. It wasn’t a bad difference. No, he enjoyed this difference… and he was starting to crave just a little bit more. 

Finally, his lips landed on your glossy lips. They were tinted pink, most likely from the gloss, and if he focused on them, he could smell that strawberry. 

“Did you get a new lip gloss?” He asks and your heart leaps at his question. 

You didn’t think he would notice the small change, but everytime he did your heart would skip a beat and you would fall harder for him. 

Your cheeks warm up, and you nod. “Yeah. Do you like it?” “You should wear it more often.” He answers and can only take that as a yes. 

He stands up straight again, allowing you to finally calm down your racing heart. 

“Oh, look! We’re here. See, it didn't take long at all.” 

You didn’t even realize that you were standing in front of the school.

“I’ll see you before practice?” You ask, starting to walk ahead of him. 

You didn’t even realize that he was zoned out. 

It was only until you asked him about practice was able to snap out of it. “Oh? Hmm. Yeah. I’ll see you later.” He says, now walking past you. His hand lands on top of your head, ruffling your neat hair as he walks by. 

“Hey!” You shout with a pout, your own hands landing on top of your hair to fix it. Tsukishima smiles at your reaction, but of course, he wouldn’t let you see that. 

As the school day droned on, Tsukishima found himself unable to focus in class. He kept zoning out, thinking about random things that he liked. He liked a lot of things. Volleyball for starters, strawberry shortcake, anything strawberry really, dinosaurs, teasing you, how your hair looks really pretty, or how you always think of him. His thoughts always tend to land on you. Oh, and your new strawberry lip gloss. 

He really couldn’t get it out of his mind. It just smelled so good. And he honestly started to wonder if it tasted just as good as it smelled.

“Tsukishima.” 

He’s snapped out his daydreams when his teacher calls out his name. “Are you paying attention?” 

Tsukishima nods his head and apologizes. The teacher thinks nothing of it and continues with the lesson. 

It felt like eternity until the last bell rang. At this point Tsukishima was feeling rather aggravated and annoyed. He was blaming you that he couldn't focus at all today. You and that ‘stupid’ strawberry lip gloss. 

Tsukishima continues to stomp his way towards the volleyball gym. He immediately spots you, standing right in front of the vending machine. 

Your back was turned to him, as you were slightly leaned over to get a closer look at your reflection. He squints his eyes, seeing what you were doing. You were once again, applying a layer of lip gloss. 

“Oi, idiot.” He calls out, causing you to stand up straight. You close the tube, immediately putting it away. 

“I didn’t even do anything this time.” You say while turning around to face your tall boyfriend. Your hands were now placed on your hips as you glared at him with a small pout on your lips. 

His eyes flicker down to your lips. He didn’t even have it in him to scold you anymore. All he wanted to do was get the answer he was craving since the beginning of class. 

He doesn’t respond to you. All he does is grab onto your wrist and drag you into a more secluded place. “Where are we going?” You ask him once he stops. “Just shut up.” He says before leaning down and grabbing the sides of your face with his hands. 

You were forced to stand on your tiptoes, as his lips molded with yours. Your own hands holding onto his biceps for more balance. 

You let out a startled gasp when you feel his tongue run against your own lips. Successfully tasting the lipgloss he was thinking about all day. 

He was happy to report that it did indeed taste as good as it smelled. 

He didn’t want to pull away. Instead, he pulls you in closer- deepening the kiss as your chest was now pressed against his. 

Unfortunately, you needed air. So you forcefully pull away from him. Both of your lips were a bit swollen. 

“What was that for?” You ask. You weren’t complaining, but you knew that Tsukishima wasn’t one for PDA. 

“Do I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?” He asks back.

You only stare at him, pressing for an actual answer. 

With a defeated sigh he crosses his arms, “I wanted to taste your lipgloss.” He mutters and a smile forms on your face. “Well, did you like it?” You start to tease him. “Were my actions before not enough?” 

A blush forms on your cheeks just thinking about the kiss you just shared with him. Maybe you should wear this lip gloss more often if it got this reaction out of him. 

“Okay, okay.” You state before standing up on your tiptoes again. Only to place a small kiss on his lips- giving him the satisfaction of strawberry flavor again. “You should get ready for practice now.” 

He didn’t want to, but he knew that he needed to start getting ready for practice. If he didn’t, he would be scolded not only by the coach, but by you as well. 

“Fine, just one more kiss though.” 

“Okay, just one more.” You say and he doesn’t even hesitate to pull you closer again to place his lips on yours again. 

Right before he can deepen the kiss, you pull back. “There’s your kiss. Now go to practice.” 

Tsukishima sighs at your words, but straightens up. “Fine, but I better see you after practice.” 

You laugh at his words, “when do you not?” His eyes narrow at you, but it doesn’t phase you. Instead, you just wave at him before leaving for your own activities. 

Bonus: 

Tanaka couldn’t really place it, but something looked different about Tsukishima. 

He kept eyeing him up and down- and it wasn’t discreet. 

Tsukishima could feel his eyebrow twitch as he felt the stare. 

He finally had enough and turned to him. “Do you need something?” 

Tanaka’s eyes widen, and it finally clicks. 

“ARE YOU WEARING LIP GLOSS?” He shouts, gaining everyone's attention. 

“Oh my gosh, you totally are!” Nishinoya shouts as well when he gets a closer look at him. 

Tsukishima angrily wipes away the gloss from his lips on the back of his hand. And his only thought was that he could blame you. Why didn’t you let him know before you left? You obviously saw it. 

“I’m not wearing lip gloss. It’s not mine.” He says, only confusing the boys in the gym. 

“Then whose is it?” 

Tsukishima froze. He hasn’t exactly told the team of you. 

“Probably (y/n)’s.” Yamaguchi speaks up, causing Tsukishima to glare at him. Of course, he knew. 

“Huh? (y/n). From class two?” 

Tsukishima doesn’t answer. He didn’t really want to discuss the topic any further. 

“Wait… you have a girlfriend?!” Tanaka shouts, a bit shocked that he is able to get one. 

The boys started giggling and started to tease the tall blonde. 

“Awe, someone’s in love.” “Maybe you should ask for their lipstick next.” 

Little remarks and quips kept coming his way. 

“At least I’m able to get a girlfriend.” He says before walking away from the rowdy boys. 

The mood began to sour as the group of boys realized that he was right. Tsukishima had a girlfriend, and they didn’t. 

The seniors chuckle while watching their underclassmen. 

“Let’s focus on practice please!” Diachi finally yells, snapping them back into reality.

At The End of The Day

pairing: tsukishima kei × reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: fluff, pining!tsukki

warnings: timeskip tsukishima, ooc tsukishima maybe(?) He's just so in love with you okay :(

The night was getting colder, the sky already a pretty shade of black, and the moon hung over their heads with a smile. Tsukishima took this as a good sign as if the moon smiling is a green light to pursue his plan. He looks over to you, your eyes distant and looking straight ahead, you were bracing yourself under the blazer he lent you. The view was astonishing. Under you and him the city was busy, flashes of light twinkling brightly, almost nearly outshining the bright stars above. The breeze was noisy as well, blowing your and his hair. But the warmness of Tsukishima’s heart was enough not to completely freeze him over, he was more worried about you though. But after a few stolen, glances he figured you were all right. The rooftop was your favorite, you've gotten used to it.

It's been silent between the two of you. You always fill in the quiet with your antics and puns and dumb realizations, but Tsukki supposes that’s why he was oddly fond of you after a week of knowing you first year in high school.

It’s been years since he concluded he was in love with you. Specifically three, but if he ever mentions the exact number he feels like a hopeless idiot. If he told you about that, would you call him so? He’d never know unless he confesses.

Tsukishima tightens his grip on the metal railings, his knuckles turning white. He bites his lower lip, nearly making it bleed. He’s nervous, he’s scared but he’s willing to push through it. All for you.

Tsukishima steals yet another yearning glance at you, this time his head snaps forward when you caught him red-handed cheeks turn a bit red before he sniffs and got a hold of himself. You laugh gently at his uncharacteristic expression.

“Something bothering you?” you ask, taking one or two steps closer to him. Any more he’d explode.

“Nothing,” Tsukishima lies. And you know this because you always have this certain facial expression where you’re unsure of his answer; one well-defined eyebrow rise, the bridge of your nose scrunched slightly, and your lips on a pout. You always were adorable when you were sure he was lying.

“Well, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Sometimes Tsukki wishes you knew how close he held you in regard, how he won’t get upset if you push him further into questioning. Hell, he’d tell you the truth right away.

But you turn away, leaving him be and respecting his privacy, eyes back forward and thoughts miles away.

Tsukishima follows where you were looking, and he wonders what you were thinking. The future? The past? The inevitable fall of humanity and the universe?

Him?

Tsukishima would very much like to know if you’d thought of him. He won’t hesitate to tell you he’s thinking of you, too. Most days you never go away from his mind. He wants you to think of him right now as he’s thinking of you, too. But Tsukishima thinks that’s not the case. You never look so troubled when you were thinking of a person unless you worried.

Tsukishima nudges your elbow with his, and finally, he looks at you straight in the eyes, flushing lightly as always. “What’s bothering you?” He asks, his mouth in a straight line, seemingly uncaring.

“Nothing, just—” you sigh deeply, shoulders falling. Tsukki holds his breath, maybe it would be you that confesses? He always thought you liked him back. Tsukki waits as your gaze flutter from the city below then finally to his honeysuckle eyes. “I don’t know if I’d rather wake up in the middle of a war or the middle of a zombie apocalypse.”

He mentally slapped himself for assuming you’d be the first to say something sentimental.

Of course, he thought to himself disappointingly. On a daily, you weren’t even worried about important things like school or true love. You were thinking of choices you’d likely choose in a situation that would never happen, like the zombie apocalypse you mentioned.

You don’t think of me much, do you?

Tsukishima tries to hide his disdain. “I thought you said you had a plan when the zombies come.”

“Yeah, but I mean, like at the beginning of every zombie apocalypse movie, y’know. Like when they start growing in rapid numbers, and the panic rising out of people, the raging undead and their unquenchable thirst for human blood. As in the part where they just start flooding in.” you were very dramatic in using hand gestures. “I don’t know what I would do if that suddenly happened.

“That would never happen,” said Tsukki and you frown, and he smirks, always enjoying irking you. “Neil D. Tyson already said so.”

“Thank God. But still—if it could, what would you rather wake up in the middle of, Tsukki?” you ask him, leaning closer again and his heart palpates. “War or the apocalypse?”

He pretends he’s thinking hard, then he just shrugs nonchalantly, then you whine and tell him how he’s such a killjoy. If he were honest and cheesy, whatever situation he’d suddenly wake up to, Tsukishima wouldn’t hesitate to protect you in either one.

“Women can’t fight in a war, pick war,” Tsukki said, and he smirks again as you scoff and roll your eyes.

“You know how much I’m brave.” Oh, he knows alright. You were intensely afraid of heights, yet look where your favorite spot in the whole world is. “I wouldn’t think twice to enlist,” you said, chest puffed out. “’sides, it’s the 21st century, Tsukki, equality is much softer now. It's indulged..”

“And?” Tsukki encourages you to go on as it looked like you wanted to add something.

“War is worse than hell. I’m fine laying down my life for what’s right, but I’m not ok with children dying or starving, or widows crying over their dead husbands or wives, or old people going cripple. I don’t like seeing good people get hurt.”

God, you were always such a fucking wholehearted, good, kind, courageous, generous person. He loves you so fucking much it hurts to think you’d sacrifice your life for the people you don’t even know.

“Always such a martyr, aren’t you?” you punch Tsukishima on his shoulder. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to hurt him. When you push yourself away to frown again, Tsukki softens. “If you think those kinds of people don’t deserve to die you need to know that you don’t deserve it, too. Fuck dying for the country. Wars are bullshit.” Tsukki had to cut out the part where he’d say he’d want you to hide with him. Later, he tells himself, it's too early.

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you said.

“I have never been.”

“Shut up, jackass.”

“You first, dumbass.”

After a few petty insults are thrown at each other you both settle down with Tsukishima letting you win. He doesn’t care if you call him a salty bitch, as long as he gets to see you grin triumphantly after.

Then it was silent again. The wind was stronger this time. One blow and you gripped Tsukishima’s blazer and winced as you took the cold bite. Tsukishima wanted to wrap his arms around you to keep you warm, uncaring of the fact he was cold, too. Very. He had nothing else on besides his thick sweater, apparently not thick enough. Tsukishima wanted to lead you downstairs, back to the party which he’s sure has died down by now. It was nearly 2 in the morning.

But before you two could go he wanted to say something first. Confess before another perfect moment like this slips from his fingers. He looks at you, and you’re so gorgeous. Your hair is a perfect mess behind your head. Your cheeks are flushed, and you kept wetting your lips as the cold had dried them. The city lights shadowed perfectly on the half bottom of your face, the stars mirrored in your eyes. You were serene, too. Seemingly enjoying this time. This time with him.

It was either now or never.

“I love you,” he told you. Except he told the wind instead as another harsh blow blew on the rooftop. You and him wince simultaneously, but both for very different reasons. You hadn’t heard him, that was obvious, because you hadn’t as much reacted any differently. Tsukishima knows you weren’t pretending to not hear him either. Unlike him, you weren’t mean. You would even acknowledge the ignored person who tried to relay a message across a group with a curt nod, and an inviting smile—you listened, as Tsukishima was the reason for that person being reluctant in talking.

Tsukishima frowns, his heart falling. Above him, the smiling moon disappears behind a gray cloud, a red light. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night after all. Maybe no night was the night. But it would be stupid of him to give up after one try. Tsukishima would never forgive himself for letting you go so easily. He knows at the end of the day it’d always be you he loves. He knows he’ll follow his heart to you even though it would break sometimes.

Jesus, he thought. Love is frightening.

A few months later was another perfect moment to tell you Tsukishima’s true feelings. He had just come home from his night shift from the museum, coffee in his hands yet he was still tired and exhausted, but when he saw you sitting down in front of his apartment door, waiting, he smiles to himself.

Once you sensed him, you looked up from the floor you were sitting on, eyes huge and jade. Most people compare eyes to oceans or galaxies. Not your eyes though, they reminded Tsukishima of his favorite thing. Glancing down and his tiny plastic toy dinosaur, and then sliding further down to your green eyes. Tsukishima realized that’s probably why he felt so awake when he was with you. You were like a loud inspiring roar in the morning.

You had plans, you told him. There was a spot in the park, though you suppose it wasn’t even part of the park anymore. There was a forest, more natural than man-made, just beside the park. And when you were bored one day, you ventured through it and found the most amazing spot to view the sky. There were no outside noises, not another human has found it, you prided yourself in that. There were lots of pests and insects though, which was why you brought with you two huge blankets.

So there you two were, beneath the galaxy, feeling small and vulnerable to alien sight. But it was utterly beautiful.

The two of you lie on top of a small hill covered in grass and pretty flowers, there were trees around but it was a clearing where you and he were at. Looking up it was as if the sky was moving and the stars were burning bright. He held your hand shamelessly. And he thanked every God listening when you didn’t pull away, instead you wrapped it firmly as if you’d be taken by a UFO and he’d be your only grip to this Earth.

“Did you see that, Tsukki?” you asked, flabbergasted. You had to let go of his hand to prop yourself up and point to the violet sky. “I think I saw an alien ship!”

“They’re coming to get you,” Tsukishima said. Leaning on his elbow to snicker at you. “Their long-lost family.”

You punch him on his shoulders and he laughs. It’s been years but Tsukishima knows his saltiness isn’t going anywhere.

You lie down again, Tsukishima does the same but this time he can’t hold your hand, not when it's clasped with your other hand and laying on top of your stomach. He hides the fact he’s a tad bitter about that.

“Did you know,” you began, Tsukishima turns to you, intently listening because the stars have never captured him like the way it captured you anyway. What he felt about you, you felt in the infinite universe. Tsukishima’s fine being a close second. “Most people forget dinosaurs have ears because dinosaur ears don’t have bones.”

Tsukishima glares at you incredulously. First of all, how dare you question his lengthy knowledge about dinosaurs. Second, he knows for a fact that’s not true and that you stole it off a kid’s show you watch every fall.

“And that’s a rock fact!” you said, proud and overjoyed. But of what? You didn’t get to fool him successfully.

“No, it’s not, you idiot.” Tsukishima went his way to flick your forehead harshly. When he pulls his hand away you nearly bit off a finger.

Feral bitch, Tsukishima thought affectionately.

“Ok, fine, how about—” you trail off, a finger tapping on your chin, eyes darting from one dead star to another. “Most books on witchcraft tell you witches work naked.” Tsukishima knows which show you got this from off, too. “And that’s because most books on witchcraft are written by men.”

"Now, that I won’t deny.”

The two of you laughed lightly before looking back up again, heart alight. This time, Tsukishima stares at the stars, trying to find reason why you were so smitten with it as he was with you. He tries to find something in between the spaces of dead stars and see if there’s something like that in him, too. So that maybe you can love him as much as you loved the infinitesimal. He doesn’t find anything, unfortunately, he’s distracted by your harmonious humming.

“Tsukki,” his heart skips a beat. You say his name so magically it's hypnotic. He didn’t think he’d fall in love further just by the way you say his name.

“Yeah, y/n?” he cringes at how soft he sounded.

He looks at you, glazes over your direction to see you already looking at him. And his body is on fire. There was something different with you, with the way you look back at him. Something entirely different.

Finally, Tsukishima thought, staring deeper into your glossy eyes, you’re looking at me like I’m something you love, like I put the stars in your sky.

“I love you.”

And the moon in him explodes.

“I love you, too.”

And it’s the end of the day. You’re still and always will be the one that he wants

cw: breeding,videotaping, belly bulging,

Any chance he gets he likes to watch his cum drip from your holes, his favorite being your pussy. He calls it his tight little cum bucket. He’ll chuckle a grin as he wipes any residue of cum from your fold with his cock and shove it back into your hole. 

“You know I hate being wasteful” he groans as he sinks his cock back into you. 

You can barely pull yourself together as you whine and whimper from the overstimulation. He’s so sadistic he’ll make you hold the camera up to your pussy so that you can get a view of how he fucks the cum back inside. He knows you can barely keep your eyes open so holding a camera is almost impossible at the moment. 

“Come on I thought you wanted to make a movie” he grins menacingly staring deep into the camera. 

Your moans are desperate and loud. He gives you slow long strokes just so he knows you can feel every vein and inch of his cock. 

“Tell the camera where you feel me Angel” he licks his lips eyes filled with lust.

He knows exactly where you feel him. The print of his cock fucking into you is evident.

“Right here” you slur as you place a shaky hand on your lower stomach while the other holds the camera barely able to keep your hand steady.

He places his hand there and pushes down slightly.

“That’s where our baby is gonna be” he whispers

You let out a loud moan at the pressure of his hand. The feeling is so overwhelming you almost drop the camera. 

“Don’t drop it ” he chuckles darkly “or we’ll have to start all over again” 

He pushes your legs further apart so he can shove himself deeper in between them. His thrust are steady as he fucks you. You feel your body jolt back with each rough stroke. He grabs you by the throat pulling you close to him. 

“Come, I want you to get a good view of how your pussy’s sucking my cock in”

You're trembling holding the camera up. Your moans are loud you feel the embarrassment flooding through you thinking about looking back on the video. 

“Look at that, damn near sucking me dry.” 

The squelching sounds that pair with his thrust leaving you whimpering. Everything leaves you moaning desperately. His hand grips your throat holding you up so you can get a view of how he fucks you. His cock feels so big all you can do is moan and drool at the sight of him plunging himself deep into you. He’s been fucking you for so long your voice has grown hoarse. 

“You’re so messy” he chuckles “We’re gonna have to change the sheets after this” 

His eyes are trained onto where the two of you meet watching the way your juices spray out onto him. 

“You see that baby” his grip on your throat tightens as his thrust pick up speed “She’s telling me how much she loves me”

You’re too far gone, you can barely form words. 

“Keep that camera steady, I want you to catch how pretty this pussy looks with my cum dripping out”

Gojo, Toji, Getou, Nana-fucking-mi, Matsukawa, Suna, Osamu, Kuroo, Sakusa, Kita, Tsukishima, Connie, Onyankopon, Levi

❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

heyyya! can you write some wholesome headcannons abt haikyuu boys being dads? feat the grumpiest boys(who lets be honest THEY WOULD HAVE THE BIGGEST SOFT SPOT FOR THEIR KIDS) sakusa, tsukki, kenma and ushijima:) thankss! *smooch*

omg HI DEAR mwah i didnt see this for some reason im so sorry for the delay but ofc <333 i think my notifs are off, but i hope that this is to ur liking, its my first time getting a request 😅

.haikyuu!! boys as dads (with soft spots for their children)

:featuring - sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei, kozume kenma, ushijima wakatoshi

warnings none, just icky fluff :p +one curse word

#%SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Kiyoomi was tired, very tired, especially since he had come back home from late practice, he didn't even have time to kiss you goodnight, he just took a quick shower, got changed out of his clothes and then proceeded to throw his body onto his side of the bed, leaving you startled as you awaken in the middle of the night. So when it struck six thirty in the morning, he had intended to sleep in, seeing as his coach had given him a day off, but was interrupted by the scuttling in the hallways, which he already recognised was his twin daughters, Keiko and Kazuko. As if they were an energy boost, Kiyoomi felt himself awakening, but devised a plan in his head to surprise his girls.

"Shh! You'll wake daddy up!"

"I'm not the one who's stomping like a giant!"

The girls continued to scuffle before realising they had gone off track from their plans, and slowly snuck into your bedroom. You were already downstairs, preparing breakfast for the family, and had told the girls to wake up their dad. Being the filial children they were, they quickly obeyed.

Kiyoomi, still pretending to be sound asleep, began to make the most obnoxious snoring sound effects, that he thought would fool his girls.

"Hey, he's faking it!" Keiko whined, as she noticed her dad beginning to chuckle.

"It's your fault! You walked too loud!" Kazuko interjects, before being pulled onto the bed, alongside her sister, with their dad.

"You both woke me up, children. Where's mommy?" He chuckles as he sits up from his spot, letting his daughters lay on either side of him.

"She says shes making food for us, but we wanna play." Keiko mutters, playing with her dad's large hands, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of the small child before him.

"Now, be thankful she makes you food, because if it were me, we would eat takeout every day" Kiyoomi pulls them in closer, leaning back onto the headrest of the bed.

The girls jumped up from their positions, and ran around the room in excitement with exclaims of "Ooh! I wanna eat takeout!" "Me too! Me too!" echoing in the hallways, causing you to go up the stairs, confronting the commotion, only to see your husband and children running around your bedroom.

"I'm gonna get you!" He laughs, before picking up Kazuko gracefully, and throwing her on the bed like a pillow, with Keiko asking for him to do the same thing.

"Woah! no? You're gonna hurt the girls, Kiyoomi!" You quickly interfere, before anyone could get hurt.

"Sorry, mommy." The three of them stood in a line, with Keiko and Kazuko standing on the edge of your bed, and your husband standing beside them, heads tilted down, in an apologetic matter.

#%TSUKISHIMA KEI

It was a sunday morning, and the Tsukishima household was in complete silence. All that could be sensed by any living creature was the soft snores of the Tsukishima family. You, Kei, and your son Mamoru, were all cuddled up on your bed, with the tv left on. The three of you had a Disney movie marathon the previous night, and Mamoru fell had already fallen asleep through movie number three, Moana, whereas you and Tsukishima were on the boundaries of slumber. Noticing him nodding off every few moments or so, you brought out the extra blanket for him, knowing that Mamoru would hog it during the night, and headed to the guest room to find it.

On your way back to the bedroom, you see your husband stare lovingly at your son, whilst poking his cheeks in his sleep, chuckling every now and then.

"Kei, you'll wake him up." You whisper in a tender tone, placing a blanket over him.

"But doesn't he look so adorable? We made him. Our Mamoru," he smiles in glee before pulling his son in closer to his arms, and placing a kiss onto his forehead, "He looks exactly like you, you know."

"But you're his favourite, he told Aki, who told me." You complain, before crawling to the other side of the bed, next to your five year old.

"Well, great minds think alike don't they?" He jokes, before earning a quick smack on his shoulder, "I'm joking dear, now go to bed alright? I love you both."

You were already asleep, keeping your arm tucked protectively around your son, and he chuckles before giving you a kiss too.

#%KOZUME KENMA

You arrive home to a frantic son, dashing towards you before jumping into your arms.

"Mommy, mommy! Daddy taught me how to play a game!"

"Is that so? What game?" You pick him up in your arms, realising he's gotten bigger.

Your husband drags himself down the staircase lethargically, like he hasn't seen the light of day in weeks, but smiles when he sees the two of you together.

"He taught me how to play call of duty with Uncle Tetsurou! I killed bitches!" The both of you gasp in unison, and you glare at your husband, holding in the urge to throw your bag at him.

"Kozume Kaoru, where did you learn that phrase?"

"From daddy and Uncle Tetsurou!" He comes in closer, before whispering, "But don't tell them I told you, they said to keep it secret."

You burst out into laughter, using it as a substitute for not practically killing your husband with your stares, as he tries to escape the situation.

"Y/N let me explain, Kuroo said it by accident alright? I would never teach our child to say things like that, isn't that right Kaoru?" he walks towards the two of you, pouting, before squeezing his son's cheeks.

"Yes sir!" Kaoru salutes jokingly, before bringing his arms out to his dad, indication that he wanted Kenma to carry him, and not you.

Kenma carries his son, and laughs, before looking at you cheekily and saying, "Let's get away from mommy, the big bad monster, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Goodness, it was so easy to influence a child's mind. So instead of taking a shower and cleaning yourself off, you're chasing your son and husband around the house, pretending to be the bjg bad monster, just as Kaoru had wanted.

#%USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You came home late from overtime on a shift, to hear the loud sound effects from the surround sound system in your living room. You sighed, as you remember telling your husband to lower down the volume of the TV, especially during the evenings, so as not to disturb the neighbours.

You mutter a quick "I'm home." before slipping off your shoes, and placing your keys away, and eventually search for your two sons and daughter, who are usually the most active around this time.

"Satoshi? Shoichi? Suki? Kids? Where did you go?" You call out to the entire house, expecting at least one of your three children to come waddling your way, only to be expected with the presence of nothing.

Getting worried, you search the rooms in the house, before remembering that the TV was left on, yes, maybe they were watching Anpanman, as it was their favourite show. You sighed in relief at the sight before you.

Light snores emitted from your husband, and little snot bubbles had grown every time your eldest son took a breath in during his sleep. The youngest, Satoshi, was laid on his chest, with Wakatoshi securely placing an arm over his son's back, in the event that he would fall. On his other arm, laid Suki, drooling onto her father's bicep; leaving the eldest of them all to lay between his father's legs, like a dog.

Making your way towards your little family, you shake your (favourite) daughter awake, knowing that she was the least temperamental Ushijima of the family.

"Suki? Baby, wake up and go brush your teeth, get into your actual bed okay? You might hurt your back and daddy's arm." You pulled the small girl into your arms as she reached her hands out towards you.

"Hi mama, papa made us mochi for a treat and then watched Anpanman with us." She yawns, laying her head into the crook of your neck.

"Really? then did you have fun with papa?" She nods vigorously into your neck, and you let out a chuckle, before noticing that your husband has finally awoken.

"Good afternoon, my loves." Wakatoshi eyes the two of you, after realising his little girl had disappeared from his arms.

"It's eight in the evening, 'Toshi. it's time for the boys and Suki to go to bed, can you try waking them up?" Your husband nods sleepily, before gently shaking the two boys awake.

"Hey, mama's home, and it's your bedtime." He whispers sweetly.

Shoichi was the first to awaken between him and his brother, and stretches from where laid, before opening his eyes wide to see his parents and siblings before him.

"Mama! you're here, welcome home," he smiles at you, before earning a kiss on the apple of his cheek. "Dad, I'm too tired to walk upstairs, can you carry me please?"

You chuckle in surprise, not knowing that even your seven year old son, still wanted to be carried in his father's arms to bed.

"Of course, but we need to wake Satoshi okay?" He hums, before sitting up gently, which results into his two year old boy to wake up.

Knowing he would cry soon from the sudden disturbance in his tranquil sleep, your husband carries him instinctively in his arms, and piggybacks Shoichi after standing up. The two of you turn off the lights and TV in the living room, keeping your children in a safe position in your arms, letting Wakatoshi go first, as he had two children in his possession; one wrapping their limbs around his back, and the other one drooling on his shirt. You finally arrive in their room, and put them to bed, each giving them a goodnight kiss, and a bed time story, so Suki could tell her friends the next morning in nursery.

"Goodnight children, papa loves you all so much, you mean everything to me." Wakatoshi says in a hushed tone, and closes the door, letting the trio properly go to sleep, and sighs after the long day he's had.

a/n: hi bbs, i hope this was to ur liking, i kinda thought of these on the spot so i'm not sure if theyre good or not, but i hope all of you are having a good day/night and stay hydrated, i love u <33