#and of COURSE my dumbass forgets to ask my team member for their email so now i’m doing this alone

[miyuki-sawamura-tydy]

Kuramochi: Did you know that Sawamura have a crush on Sanada?

Miyuki: ...

Kuramochi: If only that one dumb person make a move now, he won't lose his chance to confess his love

Miyuki: I don't have feeling for Sawamura. I told you so many times already.

Kuramochi: Did I mentioned you, Miyuki?

Miyuki: Uughh! Shut up! Leave me alone!

Kuramochi: Well, don't come crying at me if Sanada snatch away your favorite pitcher later. I warned you already. Seriously speaking, Sanada is a good catch too. He's an Ace for his team, pretty good looking and tall. He respect people, unlike someone. I can't blamed Sawamura for falling for him, not you.

Miyuki: Leave me alone, Kuramochi.

Kuramochi: Oh well. Oh, by the way, Sanada invited Sawamura for a date this weekend. And Haruichi told me that, Sawamura agreed in a heartbeat. They will go for movie if I'm not mistaken.

Miyuki: Why are you telling me this? What for?

Kuramochi: Just saying. Since it was a huge rumors among members that Sanada was asking Sawamura for a date. Maybe he will be the first one to get a boyfriend among Seidou kids. Don't you agree?

Miyuki: I don't care. He's free to go out with anyone he wants.

Kuramochi: You should see your face in the mirror. Oh well, they will go watching movie at xxx Cinema. This Saturday at 5pm. In case you want to know.

Miyuki: Damn you Kuramochi!

***

Miyuki doesn't know why he's standing at xxx Cinema hall. He's cursing at Kuramochi in his mind. The idea of Sanada and Sawamura on a date was making him uncomfortable. But how do he will explain if they see him here. Suddenly Miyuki become panic.

Someone: Miyuki Kazuya?

Miyuki, terrified: *looking at someone who standing behind him* Sawamura

Sawamura: You're early. *blush*

Miyuki: Huh? What? Why are you alone? Where's Sanada?

Sawamura: Huh? I think he's on a date with Raichi. Raichi told me that they went to amusement park today. Why?

Miyuki: Wait, he's on date with who??!

Sawamura: Raichi. Why are you yelling at me? And why are you so shocked about that?

Miyuki: I thought he's on a date with you!

Sawamura: Why the hell I'll go on a date with someone else boyfriend?! Miyuki Kazuya, are you dumb or what?!

Miyuki: Don't call your senpai a dumb, dumbass! What are you doing here?!

Sawamura: Are you trying to piss me off now?!

Miyuki: What?? What did I do?!

Sawamura: You're the one who asked me to meet you here! And now you're asking me why am I here?! Are you for real?!

Miyuki: I did? When? I didn't know about this either!

Sawamura, pressing his phone furiously: Then what's this?! You sent me an email asking me to meet you here! *close to tears*

Miyuki, surprised reading his own email: I sent that??

Sawamura: Oh God! You really pissing me off now. You know what? Forget about it. I'm out of here.

Miyuki, trying to reach for his phone: Wait Sawamura. *some email caught his attention*

"Yo, Kazuya. This is my present for you. A date with Sawamura. Since you're a coward so I planned this beautiful date with Zono and Shirasu. In case you're blurred, I sent an email to Sawamura asking him out for a date using your own phone, of course. I put the ticket in your bag. Enjoy your date!

-Kuramochi <3

Miyuki, chasing Sawamura: Sawamura

Sawamura: *ignored*

Miyuki: Sawamura, please listen to me

Sawamura: *ignored*

Miyuki: Eijun

Sawamura: *stop walking*

Miyuki: Okay, I'm sorry. My mistake. I feel like I owed you an explanation.

Sawamura: What? You're not the one who sent that email? Is it Kuramochi senpai?

Miyuki: Unfortunately, yes. I didn't know how he can hacked my phone but he did sent you that email. I'm so sorry for that.

Sawamura: So this whole date is not your idea then? I should know this. And yet I'm still hoping that this was not a dream.

Miyuki: Huh? What are you saying?

Sawamura: I like you, okay? I like you from the the day I met you. When I received that email, I know there's something wrong about it but I refused to believe it. I was hoping that, you do have feeling for me too. That's why you asking me out. But, I'm just a fool. I should know better.

Miyuki: You like me?

Sawamura: Are you really a dense person?! All my efforts to show you my feeling all this times were ignored by you completely. I can't believe I fell for you. I thought you're a genius, Cap!

Miyuki: Are you trying to confess of dissing me right now?!

Sawamura: I give up on confessing my feeling already. It's just a waste! I'm going back to the dorm. Sleeping or wrestling with Kuramochi senpai is better than this!

Miyuki, grabbed Sawamura's hand: You're not going anywhere. You will stay here and watch a movie with me.

Sawamura: Huh? What for?!

Miyuki: That's so brave of you calling me dense when you're the same. I'm asking you out for a date, dummy.

Sawamura, blushing: Thats already overdue

Miyuki: Says who? The one that already overdue is Kuramochi request. Now, it's me, the great Miyuki Kazuya, asking you out for movie date.

Sawamura: Ppff The Great Dense King is asking me for a date, like finally.

Miyuki: Shut up! Are you on or not?!

Sawamura: I'm already here. What else I'm going to do? Why are asking me out for a date suddenly. You know, I don't want to force you to do anything that you don't want to do.

Miyuki: The truth is, Kuramochi told me that you will go on a date with Sanada. I was angry at that and before I know it, I'm already standing here without any plans.

Sawamura: What are you going to do if I'm going for a movie date with Sanada senpai..

Miyuki: Maybe kidnapped you before you meet him or something? Or dragged you back to school and have pitching practice until you're dead tired so you wont thinking about dating someone else other than me.

Sawamura: You are a jerk. Or you should just confess to me that you like me. It's easier than all that, you know.

Miyuki: Yeah, I should do that. Well, I like you Sawamura. Be my boyfriend.

Sawamura, blushing: Oh God..you really are a jerk.

Miyuki: Well tell me something I don't know.

***

Back in the dorm

Kuramochi: Oh I got an email from Miyuki

"Cheetah, once I get back to the dorm, we seriously need to talk. You and me. Don't you dare to run away, you bastard.

P/s: Thank you for the date. I owed you this one. I love you Cheetah!

Shirasu: Someone is happy.

Kuramochi: I'm happy for them but why do I feel like I just hand over my precious brother to a devil or something???? Why can't Sawamura like somebody else other than that dumbass.

Shirasu: You know Miyuki can make him happy more than others?

Kuramochi: I'm gonna kill that bastard if he dares to break my precious brother's heart.

Shirasu & Zono: We will help you

-The End-

I cant sleep so I wrote this.

#Miyuki #Sawamura #MiyuSawa #MiSawa

[thor-tony]

Consider this: Thor/Tony high school pining idiots AU

The Avengers are in their senior year and part of student government which includes a senate committee. Their positions are as follows: Rhodey- Presiding Officer; Pepper - Treasurer; Bruce - Secretary; Sam - Senator of Discipline; Thor - of Athletics; Nat - of PR; Tony - of Student Life, Clint - of Service, Steve - of Academics)

The committee members are all good friends with each other but they also have their own close-knit group of friends outside of the committee that they moan to about their crushes

Thor and Steve are also in the football team (duh)

Tony likes to watch them practice after AP Physics and likes dragging Rhodey with him. He always claims that he’s just there to support Happy as well as his friends from student gov. Rhodey knows better and teases him and urges him to stop acting like some teenage girl in an anime watching senpai practices on the side hoping senpai would notice him. 

Tony doesn’t know if he should be concerned how Rhodey knows all those anime references or if he should be really doing some self-reflection. But as far as he’s concerned Thor and Val are an item, or at least have something going on. Val is a year below them, she’s highly competitive with Thor but they also have this tension between them which Tony thinks would be really hot if he wasn’t pining for Thor. And she’s going to be the Senator of Athletics next year for sure. The two are just so close and they’re always laughing and hugging and they’re so perfect and excuse Tony for a sec, he’s wallowing in his sorrow again.  

When Tony’s not feeling sorry for himself, he’s offering the football team based some strategic plays on his observations. The team of guys who are mostly 6′2″ all respect this tiny compact 5′9″ genius, and some would say adore, which is especially true for a certain linebacker with a thunderous laugh. Tony’s presence always motivates him to put in extra effort at practice. So maybe he’s a bit of a show off but he wants Tony’s attention. Tony’s smart, funny and attentive, and offered to get him greasy breakfast food and a hangover cure when Thor came to school after a wild house party one day. Thor’s never forgotten that act of kindness and care.

Then one day before practice, Steve, who’s also captain of the football team, runs up to Tony before practice begins, to express his thanks for Tony’s input and support as they'd won their game the night before, which was against their biggest rival Hydra High. Tony’s taken aback by the genuine gratitude being expressed towards him, and from Steve, of all people, who always challenges/disagrees with him during their senate meetings. He’s not used to this and he blushes from the praise.

School gossip circulates the next day on the Daily Bugle section of their school’s smartphone app. Everyone in the comments section is wondering if the Captain has captured The Tony Stark’s heart because someone has snapped a picture of that moment with the two yesterday. Tony doesn’t pay much attention to the rumours because he’s used to being the topic of people’s conversation -- it kind of comes with the price being a Stark -- and it will soon be yesterday’s news anyway. 

But now Thor is really bummed by the rumours, and it’s all making sense now why Tony watches their practice all the time. And it also explains the whole Tony and Steve glaring staring-at-each-other-until-someone-clears-their-throat thing at their meetings. And it doesn’t help overhearing what Tony’s been saying to Rhodey over lunch. (Yes he’s pathetic, as his brother has kindly reminded him, choosing a table so ‘causally and coincidentally’ next to Tony’s so he can be closer to him in hopes of getting a smile from him)

At the table a couple metres over, Tony’s been saying to Rhodey something about luscious blond locks and a golden smile that warms the whole galaxy, a spirit so vigorous yet gentle like the morning sun, and, “he’s so kindhearted and funny and those muscles !! Rhodey!! I’ll admit it’s shallow of me but it’s a work of art, I’m only human, and we all strive for beauty and art.” 

When Tony and Rhodey turn to leave, they notice Thor’s been sitting right next to them this whole time and oh shit, he’s not supposed to hear that oh no! He must think I’m shallow only lusting after him, and he’s gonna avoid me now congrats for blowing it Tony! Great!

Tony gives them a tight smile turns on his heels, and Thor is even sadder now. Not only has he lost Tony to the Captain, but now Tony’s mad at him for eavesdropping. Even Loki can’t tell who’s Tony is talking about and he wouldn’t be surprised if the rumours turn out to be true. He can only pat his brother’s slumped shoulder and offer him his ice cream as consolation.

Now in comes Steve, who may be a bit of a disaster when it comes to his own love life but he’s observant and he can tell when his friends are into each other. He knows about the rumours going on and he uses them to his advantage, teams up with Rhodey so they can work together to get their friends’ heads out of their asses and admit their crushes on each other. Thor and Tony are being dumb, okay, and the rest of their friends are really tired watching them blush and stammer at each other or moaning about each other at lunch when they can just be making out under the bleachers instead and their friends can finally eat in peace.

So Steve decides to rile Thor up a bit, play up the rumours and make them seem true. In the locker rooms before practice he’ll be singing Tony’s praises, saying, “Tony really had an incredible idea for our next charity event, don’t you think, Thor? He’s got such a great business sense. With Nat’s help I’m sure they’re going to get a lot of sponsors. He’s so great.”

Thor, through gritted teeth, says, “Yes, he’s wonderful. You know I think he’s amazing.”

Steve: “He sure is! We had lunch together today --”

“I noticed.”

“-- and he was so cute when he had trouble opening his jar of chia pudding -- apparently he’s trying to eat healthy at least once a week. Anyway, I got it open for him and he was really sweet. He went on and on about how much he’s appreciative of big muscles paired with shiny blond hair, and how he loves watching football practice because of the way our pants fit. Isn’t he the best? He’s outside now waiting for us to go out and start practice and man, I’m just so glad to provide him with a nice view when he’s sitting on those bleachers watching us.”

And if Thor had bothered parsing out those words, he’d realize that everything Steve had described was vague enough that he could totally be referring to himself and insinuating that he and Tony are an item (or close to being one) OR he could be talking about Thor and how Tony loves watching him.

But Thor’s seething, okay, he’s annoyed because Steve KNOWS how much he’d always liked Tony. He doesn’t need to rub it in like this. Thor’s frustrated af because hello???? He has all those qualities that Steve described too??? Why can’t Tony look at him instead of stupid perfect Steve???

Thor’s a dumbass.

A week later, Thor, Steve, Nat, and Rhodey are sitting at lunch together so they can discuss their group project for their environmental science class. Of course, things get off topic and Homecoming is brought up. Nat mentions she’s going to be sending out another email to the student body about nominations for Homecoming king and queen, and reminds the guys that they need to send Pepper daily updates on how many tickets they’ve sold. Steve nudges Rhodey a bit and nods at Thor, which prompts Rhodey to go, “You know, Tony’s been waiting for a certain blond football player to ask him to the dance. And if said football player doesn’t do so soon then Tony might think the worst of himself and wallow for the rest of the month. I’m probably gonna have to give up my homecoming plans to console him for that entire weekend. Bring him ice cream, watch Star Trek with him until he forgets about aforementioned football player.” He says that last part very, very pointedly.

Thor’s glaring at Steve when he hears this. He thinks, what the fuck dude? He’s your boyfriend and you haven’t even asked him to the dance yet? You don’t know how to appreciate him, ugh, I could do so much better.

At the same time, Steve turns to Thor, cheeky shit-eating smile on his face and says, “You heard him. When the hell are you going to get your act together and ask Tony out, huh? If you wait any longer someone else is going to snatch him off the market.”

And Thor’s so confused because wait, Steve isn’t dating Tony??? He wants to smack himself because what the FUCK, he’s an idiot. Tony likes him back and they could have been dating and sharing milkshakes and sitting together at lunch this whole time if Thor had just asked Tony out for a coffee in junior year when Tony offered him that hangover cure.

So Thor gets up, marches over to Tony’s table with half his lunch -- an uneaten cheeseburger (he ran out to Burger King and bought two that day -- he gets hungry, okay?) -- and the thermos of coffee he keeps in his bag and presents it to the school’s resident genius.

Tony, who’d been alternating between complaining to Pepper and Happy about not having a date to the dance and gazing longingly at Thor, is completely surprised by his crush’s sudden appearance by his side.

The blond cuts to the chase. “I know this isn’t the fanciest way to ask, but I didn’t want to waste any more time,” he tells Tony. He pushes the food over to Tony, knowing that he’s weak for junk food and caffeine, and, apparently, Thor. “Would you accept this greasy burger and unfortunately lukewarm coffee, and, perhaps, go to homecoming with me?”

Clint, who’d been watching and lazily shoving waffle fries in his mouth, goes, “fuckin’ finally, god.”

“Shut up, birdbrain,” Tony says without even looking at Clint, because he’s too busy staring at Thor with heart eyes and wow, is that a flush of red creeping up Thor’s neck? He’s adorable.

Of course, Tony says yes. And just for the record, that was the best way anyone has ever asked him out.

#thortony #thunderiron #ironthunder #tonythor #tony stark #thor odinson #fics #au #* #cherie* #kay*

[ceegeenyan]

Soft [3] // Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Part 1: http://ceegeenyan.tumblr.com/post/184038042466/soft-1-tsukishima-kei-x-reader

Part 2: https://ceegeenyan.tumblr.com/post/184104284751/soft-2-tsukishima-kei-x-reader

3

             It’s been a week since (y/n) joined as the volleyball team’s manager, and the videos she’s been taking were helping Tsukishima and the others a lot.

           She’d sent them the videos via email over the weekend and said that she’ll be sending them every weekend from now on, along with her own notes on what she thought about the posture, form, what could be done better, what was good, what to be careful of, and all of those things. At the end of her attached notes, she added a “great job!” According to Yamaguchi, all of the other members got that message too.

           Tsukishima takes a sip of his strawberry milk juice while analyzing the videos and notes that (y/n) had sent on his phone. He’d been buying the same one ever since she got it for him.

           He found what happened last week weird to him. Sure, she was pretty, he recognizes and even admits that, but was that enough to get him all flustered? Was the blushing and all that really necessary? And above all, he absolutely, with all of his heart and soul, refused to act like Tanaka and Nishinoya. Because that was probably how they felt, right? They get all flustered because Shimizu or (y/n) are too pretty.

           He didn’t want to be like them. But that was probably the case.

           There was no point in denying it to himself anyway. So what if he finds her attractive? Everyone else does too.

           Tsukishima looked at the clock above the blackboard and was met with the time; they still had thirty minutes before the next class, so he figured he’d sleep. He didn’t exactly feel like eating.

           “Hey, hey, hey, Tsukishima-kun!” A voice that came from the entrance of his classroom rang in his ears. He’d pretend he didn’t hear it, but (y/n) would have just pestered him. She walks towards the blond male, a notebook in hand. Without warning, she grabs an empty seat and places herself in front of him, setting her notebook on his table. She wasn’t aware, but all of class 1-4 was staring at her, and now at the two of them. It was just Tsukishima’s luck that Yamaguchi went out to get food.

           “Help me with history!” She says with that big smile of hers that he’d grown accustomed to.

           He wanted to refuse so he could carry on and sleep, but he knew that this girl would just bother him for the rest of the break until he agrees, so what was the point?

           It was hard to decline with that smile looking at him anyway.

           “Aren’t you from class 1-5, milk stand?”

           Her smile quickly turns into a frown, a soft punch landing on the top of his head. “Shut up, stupid giraffe! I’m just bad with history.”

           “Giraffes have long necks, I don’t think I fit in that description.”

           “They’re big as heck, just like you, I think that’s reason enough for me to call you that. Now teach me!”

           “Do I get anything in return?”

           “What about an autograph?”

           “I’ll kick you out.”

           She laughs. “I was kidding, dummy! I’ll get you something later, just help me for now!”

---

           “Tsukishima-kun,” (y/n) called for him while the volleyball team took a break, “your receives suck.”

           His eyebrows twitched in annoyance at her words and (y/n) saw Hinata and Tanaka laughing from a distance. “You should have worked harder, Tsukishima!” says the bald senior.

           “Is it bad that my body just doesn’t understand how it works?”

           She snickers, giving him a water bottle and a towel. “No. Rather, I’m happy that you even have something you’re not good at. Makes you feel more human, you know?”

           His eyes widen a little at her response. “Then what did you think of me before this?”

           “A tree.”

           That earned her a flick to the forehead.

           “You still owe me, hobbit.” (y/n) grumbles under her breath, but she was sure Tsukishima could hear her nonetheless.

           “I know, I know! Just be patient, Stupidshima! Stupid Treeshima!”

           The rest of Karasuno, especially Sawamura and Sugawara, have noticed for quite some time now how (y/n) and Tsukishima interacted. At first, they were simply surprised that Tsukishima would hold conversations with her, but their playful banters were more than Tsukishima’s usual dialogue, more than he did with the rest of the team—or anyone, really. Maybe it was because of them walking to (y/n)’s studio together, or maybe because she was able to tolerate his snarky remarks and asshole attitude. They didn’t really mind, though. The past week, ever since (y/n) joined the club, Tsukishima has been doing relatively better than before. Was he doing it to impress her? Was he doing it unconsciously? No one knew, but they were grateful nonetheless.

           “Daichi,” Sugawara whispers, “do you think he likes her?”

           The taller male simply smiles. “I don’t think Tsukishima would get into those kings of feelings this fast. At the very most, maybe he thinks she’s pretty, and the fact that they can talk to each other easily makes him feel attracted to her, but no. He doesn’t like her.” He smirks a little, glancing over the middle blocker that was bickering with their new manager. “Not yet, anyway.”

            The stares didn’t go unnoticed to Tsukishima, but he ignores them in spite of the urge to glare back, thinking it would be more fun to tease the smaller female in front of him.

          Well, he’d always tease how much of a shrimp she was, but being a model and all, she was taller than the average female her age. She was definitely taller than Hinata, almost nearing Sugawara’s height. She was probably around 170cm, with her long legs and all. He’s probably been indirectly offending Hinata and Nishinoya whenever he’d diss her height. Well, with a twenty-centimeter difference between them, no one could blame him for wanting to tease her. The way she looks up at him whenever they talk and the way she raises her arm to show him something on her phone was too cute amusing for his own good. Tsukishima looked down at her features again while she looked for something on her phone, the male already forgetting what she was talking about.

          From where he stood, he could see her long lashes and button-like nose. She made a lot of facial expressions while she told her stories and he’d see how her features would move along with her emotions; eyebrows raising, eyes squinting and widening, jaw extending, nose crinkling, all that. He noticed the way her hair framed her face, too—(h/l), (h/style) (h/c) locks cupping her forehead and then all the way down her jawline and neck.

          If he focused a little more, as best as he could with that God-awful eyesight of his, he could see some black, mole-like marks peeking through what is apparently makeup. Whenever he’d look at her from a distance, it never looked as though she was wearing any. Not that it was of any concern to him, but it was definitely a fact worthy of surprise. At least to him.

          He was definitely caught by surprise, though, when she looked up at him with their faces unnecessarily close to each other.

          “Hey, blockhead, are you listening?”

          Shit.

          He feigns a yawn, hoping to get out of the little predicament that he was in. “Your stories make me too sleepy, shorty.”

          Without warning, she punched him in the gut. Not strong enough to cause a bruise, of course, but he’ll definitely feel that for a while.

          “What the fuck—”

          “Listen to me, dumbass! Stupidshima!”

          He couldn’t help but find her angry expression adorable.

          He cursed at himself for thinking so, and he could feel his face warm up. He hopes, if she could see it, that she thinks of it as that of anger.

With a suppressed groan, he manages to cough out his words. “So, what is it?”

          Her face lights up again this time, (e/c) eyes sparkling as she raised her phone again to show him pictures of what seems to be a café. She tells her story like she wasn’t just repeating it.

          “Look, Tsukishima-kun! I found this café near the school and it’s so pretty!” She grins, waiting for Tsukishima’s response expectantly.

          Goddamn it.

          He wanted to tease her, to answer sarcastically, to give her any fucking kind of negative response, but it was hard to do it with a face that happy. He was an asshole, but this—this was too much for him.

          “Yeah,” was all he could say. He was surprised that his bland response didn’t dishearten the girl.

          “It’s not that expensive too, and the food and drinks were all good! I ended up studying there yesterday until it was late.” She says with a rather embarrassed chuckle. She looks back up at him again. “So I was asking if you wanted to go there later.”

          Pardon?

          “Uh,” his mind was too blank to think of a snappy retort, and he felt ridiculous when that was the only thing that came out of his mouth. “Don’t you have other friends, (l/n)?”

          He says it in his usual mocking tone, but a huge part of it was genuine concern.

          “Well yes, but I owe you, dumbass.” She replies, a smirk not going unnoticed. “Stupid forgetful Tsukishima, tsk tsk tsk. You’re getting old, aren’t you?”

          He places his big hand on top of her head and squeezed her as hard as he could, earning a loud yelp of pain from her.

          “What the FUCK—”

          “Payback from earlier.” He lets go. “Now we’re even again.”

          He stared as she rubbed the top of her head, grumbling her usual stupid names, and some other insults, for him. “Stupidshima, stupid Treeshima, I hope you die a baldy, Stingyshima, Idiotshima.” He could hear her say.

          “One of those things is just a plain, distasteful insult, hobbit.” He looks away. “Do they have strawberry shortcake?”

          “Well, I sincerely hope you—” she blinks. “Do they have what now?”

          “I’m not repeating myself again, are you deaf?”

          The stupid grin on her face made Tsukishima regret every single decision he has made thus far in his life. The pink showing on his cheeks were definitely going to be a thing of teasing later.

          “I’m taking you there later, Tsukishima-kun!”

          Tsukishima Kei thought that he was going to have a heart attack, and that maybe he was getting old like she said.

---

          (y/n) was just about to call for Tsukishima’s attention when her phone rang, all eyes now on her. She’d forgotten to put it on vibrate.

          She looks at the team, scratching the back of her neck and smiling apologetically. “Sorry.”

          Sawamura and the others smile at her for reassurance. “It’s fine, (y/n). We’re all just about to go home, anyway.”

          She nods and answers the call. “Hello?”

          It was her manager and he was informing her about a shoot that was moved today. Her heart sank at the sound of his words, but she knew she couldn’t do anything about it. Her expression must have visibly dropped, because now the members were all looking at her worriedly. Still in call, she smiled at them, saying her ‘yes’es to the manager against her will. She was looking forward to going to the café with Tsukishima tonight.

          She kept a smile while facing the team, not wanting to further worry them. “My manager said I have work tonight.”

          “O-oh. But you said you only had work tomorrow and on Friday.” Sawamura was the one to talk for the rest of the team. It was only for a second, but they definitely saw her feeling down. It was the first time they’ve seen her like that.

          “Yeah,” she laces her fingers together, twirling her index fingers, her anxiety getting the best of her. “But they moved the one that I was supposed to do on Saturday to tonight, it seems. Apparently, the director and his team have something important to do over the weekend and rescheduled my shoot.”

          Tanaka frowns. “That doesn’t seem fair, right Daichi-san?”

          “Don’t worry!” (y/n) waves her hands in front of her defensively. “This actually happens a lot.”

          The second-year still has a sour expression on his face. “Well, if you say so, (y/n).”

          She goes over to Tsukishima, scratching the back of her head and avoiding his gaze. “Sorry, Tsukishima. I guess me treating you will be postponed.”

          Of course, Tsukishima was silent. He was probably indifferent about this, and (y/n) felt stupid to have even bothered apologizing. She was most likely, most definitely, the only one who was looking forward to it, and her heart sank a little more. She wasn’t liking this pain, and she wasn’t liking Tsukishima’s silence. She was about to say something else, some stupid, sarcastic phrase, or something, anything, just to avoid the tension she was feeling in the air, the anxiety, and the feeling of emptiness that was now in her chest.

          “I’ll walk you there.”

          She wasn’t the only one surprised.

          “Pardon?”

          “I knew it, you are deaf.” He puts his hand over his mouth, mocking a laugh. But instead of a stupid reply, (y/n) could only stutter. Which she now realizes is more stupid.

          “N-no, well…” her eyes looked everywhere, anywhere that wasn’t him. “Isn’t this… a bother for you?”

          “Of course it is.” He softly punches the top of her head. “And now you owe me double.”

          She was now able to look at him, eyes wide from shock and cheeks a little flushed. She lets out a small laugh, her anxiety now gone. “You’re quite the opportunist, aren’t you, Tsukishima-san?”

          “Shut up, (l/n)-san.” He grabs her bag from her, carrying it along with his own, both with his right hand, before he starts walking. “Let’s go.”

          “Ah, hey—! I can carry that on my own!” She follows after him frantically, before looking back at the team behind her and bowing her head. “Oh, w-we’ll be going now!”

          “A-ah, yeah. Thanks for your hard work.” Sawamura was the first to regain his composure.

          “Take care, (y/n)-chan!” Sugawara waves at her, and the others follow suit. She smiles and waves back before following Tsukishima.

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           Tsukishima thought he was being ridiculous.

           Here he was again, accompanying (y/n) like it’s the usual thing to do, and he’s even fucking carrying her bag for her, like a madman.

           He doesn’t need to do it. They both know that. But when she was talking to her manager, when, for a split second, she looked down and her face lost her usual glow from being happy, when she, for a second, stopped being her usual cheerful self, when she could barely look at him and yet tried her best to smile—Tsukishima knew he had to do anything to get her that smile back.

           Her owing him was just an excuse.

           And when her face brightened, God.

           He quietly swore to himself that he would punch the ever-loving fuck out of anything and anyone that would bring back that sad expression on her face.

           “Tsukishima-kun, we’re here.”

           Before he realized it, the walk to the studio passed quietly, again. He cursed at himself for not being able to say anything, but saying something would’ve been more unlike him, wouldn’t it?

           He simply nods at her, fighting the urge to yawn.

           She smiles at him.

           Softly now, not like her usually cheerful and even joking grins, not like her mocking smiles and scheming smirks, and not like the ones she puts on during shoots. This was a new smile, at least to him. She looked like something straight out of a painting, and she was, for lack of a better word, beautiful.

          Tsukishima had to pinch his thighs from inside his pockets to suppress any sort of reaction.

          “Thank you, Tsukishima-kun.”

          She made it sound like she was thanking him for more than just being accompanied to her studio, like she knew about his inner intentions, and that was not good.

           He tries to ignore it though. “Yeah.”

           She grins this time. “By the way, what’s your number?”

           What?

           “What, are you flirting with me?”

           “Don’t flatter yourself, ugly.” He couldn’t return the insult. “It’s so you can text me when you get home.”

           He pinched his thigh again, before smirking like he normally does, mockingly. “You’re treating me like a princess, (l/n)-sama. I might just fall for you.”

           “Shut up, what’s wrong with me worrying every now and then? Just give me your damn number, Stupidshima!”

He sighs and pulls out his phone, going through his contacts to find his own number before showing it to her. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around, Ms. Prince?”

           She copies the number in her own phone. “I’ll text you too, then.” Soon, she was done. Phone in hand, she looks up at the taller male again, grinning. “Thanks again.”

           “Yeah.” He hands her her bag, carefully avoiding even the slightest touch from her fingertips, which he had no trouble doing. He muttered a “good luck” with the softest of words that he really doubted she heard.

           “What?”

           “I’m not repeating myself, deaf girl. Now, go inside. You’ll be late.”

           She grins again, surprisingly not making a snarky retort. “Bye, Tsukishima! Take care!” She says, before she finally turns to enter the building. Tsukishima watched as she did, turning to leave only after she got inside. He put on his headphones and unlocked his phone to play music when an unknown number texted him. He knew who it was, though.

             From: [Unknown Number]

          Wednesday, November 3           8:47PM

          I heard you, stupid.           Text me when you’re home or I’ll kill you tomorrow.

          Thanks again.

                                                                                                                                                                                     --(y/n)

             Tsukishima was close to death with all the blood rushing to his face.                          

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