Firetender
Tsukishima Kei x gn reader
No warnings afaik
Word count: ~1.2k
Note: Quiet winter times with a fictional man I’m completely and utterly in love with
“It’s just snow.” Tsukishima’s voice becomes muffled as he wraps a scarf tightly around his neck and mouth. “It literally snows dozens of times a year.”
“But this is the first snow of the year, Kei!”
You rush to pull your boots over your thick wool socks before scrambling out of the apartment. “Look at how big the flakes are!” You run down the stairs to scoop up a handful of snow, marveling as the flakes melt against your skin.
Tsukishima clomps down behind you. “Put some gloves on at least.” He shivers as he watches you scoop another handful. A sly smirk forms as you quickly shape it into a loose ball. You really shouldn’t. You heave it at his face and bolt as soon as it flies out of your hand, not bothering to check whether it hits him or not. For the record, it’s not even close.
“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE TWERP!” He takes off after you, long legs catching up in all of 4 seconds before he tackles you to the ground. Your “oof” is stifled as you land face-first into a snowbank.
He flips you around, still pinning you down with his body. “It slipped out of my hand! I swear! I’m sorry!” Your laughter is shrill and breathy as you attempt to wiggle free.
“Is that right? Well you should be more careful then.” He grabs two handfuls of snow and presses them into your face, making sure to stuff some down the collar of your jacket. You shriek as the snow melts, icy rivulets running down your neck and under your sweater. “Oops, my hands slipped too.” His golden eyes flicker merrily as his face hovers above yours, his nose and what’s visible of his cheeks are bright pink from the cold, or maybe from your closeness.
You both savor the moment before you finally break the trance. Raising yourself up on your elbows, you plant a kiss on his lips, or where they would be if they weren’t wrapped up. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
A whine emanates from behind his scarf. “Can’t we just go back? I’m already freezing.” Tsukishima picks himself up and holds out a hand to pull you up after him.
“You can go back if you want.” You dust the snow off your jacket, shuddering as more melts and drips down your back.
“You’re so annoying. What if I get frostbite?” He takes off one glove and presses his icy fingers to your neck to underscore his point.
You yelp. “How come your hands are always so freakishly cold?!”
“How come yours are always so freakishly hot?”
“Good genes.”
Tsukishima rolls his eyes as he pulls his glove back on. “It’s probably because you’re so short. The heat doesn’t have to travel very far.”
“Oooh ya got me. Who wouldn't prefer to be a spindly icicle instead?” You start trudging up the hill.
“Thank you for the compliment. Icicles are very aesthetically pleasing.”
He falls in step beside you, frowning at your bare hands.
You giggle at his look of concern. “Don’t worry, Kei. I’m fine.”
The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence. Apart from a few brave crows cawing indignantly at your presence, the world around you is also quiet and still. It’s early enough that nobody else has made the trek yet, the fresh powder still soft and pillowy. As you climb, everything melts away except the cadence of your steps - the light crunch of each footfall, the steady puff of every exhale, the rhythmic swish of jacket sleeves with each swing of your arms.
Three-quarters of the way up the hill, Kei breaks the silence. “Where are we going anyway?”
“To the top,” you huff, winded now.
“Are you gonna make it?” He quirks an eyebrow.
You keep walking with a snort, your shallow breaths condensing into a string of tiny clouds. He wordlessly grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeals. You flail in revolt, but he’s got an iron grip on your thighs and you quickly tire yourself out, settling for an occasional squirm of protest.
Finally, Tsukishima sets you down gently beside your favorite pine tree, spinning you around to face the view. “Happy now?” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your knit hat as his breathing slows. You hum in affirmation, reaching up to wipe the fog off his glasses before returning them.
Both of you drink in Sendai from atop the hill, its streets and high-rises swaddled in a soft white blanket. Below you, the museum’s triangular roof juts out of the snow. You spent many a lunch break under it, brazenly flirting with Kei before you finally gave up on dropping hints and asked him out on a date point blank. To its right are the ruins of Aoba Castle where he tricked you into kissing him for the first time (you eventually confessed that Yamaguchi told you about the plan beforehand, but you went along with it because you love Kei’s triumphant little grin when he thinks he’s being clever). Behind the castle, the Hirose River flows lazily out to sea, nestled between two paths lined with trees. Their canopies, now brown and bare, were flaming red and orange when Kei first told you he loved you, his cheeks as vibrant as the leaves. Out beyond the city, through the snowy haze, you can just make out the shoreline. Maybe this summer, you’ll convince him to rent a beach house together with all of your friends for a weekend. You let your head rest against his arm as you inhale deeply, the dawn air stinging your throat.
“Can we go yet?” Tsukishima bends down to plead, his breath hot against your neck.
“Just a little longer?” You ask wistfully, your eyes trailing a train as it weaves between the buildings.
He peers at you. Your face glows with a childlike joy at the city before you, eyes glittering, soft lips parted in reverie. Your enchantment is aggravatingly contagious. “Fine, but you have to keep me warm.”
He removes his gloves and stuffs his hands into your pockets. You interlace your fingers with his icy cold ones, letting your body heat steadily flow into him. You feel a pleased hum against your crown as Kei pulls you in tighter. The two of you admire the city, your home together, stirring awake under Kannon’s serene gaze. Above you, the pastel pinks and purples of the early morning meld into a steely blue-gray. The sun catches at the corners of the tallest skyscrapers, glinting off the windows and showering the city with warmth. Under the shade of the pine boughs, you feel no less warm. Each beat of Kei’s heart at your back and every contented murmur that passes his lips float into you like sparks struck off a flint, igniting fires wherever they land, stoking the flames inside you.
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Series (ongoing):
Endings and beginnings || Tsukishima Kei x gn reader (updated: Mar. 6)
Sweeter than || Atsumu x gn reader x Kita (paused)
Desire lines || Kuroo x afab reader (updated: May 7)
Akaashi Keiji
Akaashi finds out you’re sick || gn reader
Picking Akaashi up from the airport || gn reader
Bokuto Koutarou
Picking Bokuto up from the airport || gn reader
Baby, please don’t be mad || gn reader
Kageyama Tobio
It’s stupid || gn reader
Kita Shinsuke
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting 3 || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Sweeter than || gn reader, ongoing series
Kuroo Tetsurou
Desire lines || afab reader, ongoing series
The incident || fem reader
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Picking Kuroo up from the airport || gn reader
Hanamaki Takahiro
Untitled Makki/Seijoh4 drabble || SMUT-MDNI, gn reader
Iwaizumi Hajime
Kaiju give me your number || gn reader
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting 3 || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Untitled Iwa/Seijoh4 drabble || SMUT-MDNI, gn reader
Picking Iwaizumi up from the airport || gn reader
Matsukawa Issei
Impending || SMUT-MDNI (parts 2&3 only), afab reader, mini-series
Untitled Mattsun/Seijoh4 drabble || SMUT-MDNI, gn reader
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Miya Atsumu
Sweeter than || gn reader, ongoing series
Ojiro Aran
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting 3 || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Oikawa Tooru
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting 3 || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Sawamura Daichi
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Suna Rintarou
More Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
Tsukishima Kei
In the wee small hours of the morning || gn reader
Endings and beginnings || gn reader, ongoing series
Firetender || gn reader
Picking Tsukishima up from the airport || fem reader
Tsukishima finds out you’re sick || fem reader
Ukai Keishin
More Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
His perfect Sunday || gn reader
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Haikyuu boys you meet while pet-sitting || SMUT-MDNI, afab reader
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