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starjaeyun · 1 month

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gatekeeper — tsukishima kei !

— tsukishima assures that he is not embarrassed of dating you, you think otherwise

warning/s : fem! reader, misunderstanding 😁 & a small fight at the beginning, profane language, tinsy bit of angst, fluff & crack from the second half ‘til it ends

note : had this little idea while writing a kageyama drabble so they might be quite similar

“just give up already”

y/n’s tip-toeing came to a stop. seriously? this was the 4th time this week! with an annoyed groan, she turns around, fists clenched, brows furrowed, and it looks as though a tick mark was formed on her forehead. behind her stood her oh so loving boyfriend, tsukishima kei, who somehow always catches her trying to sneak in the volleyball gym.

“oh c’mon kei! why won’t you let me watch your practice?!” tsukishima sighed, “we’ve talked about this” he grumbled, why does she have to be so stubborn?

“don’t talk like those romanticized, toxic boyfriends on wattpad!” y/n hits his arm, which barely does any damage to him, “and don’t act like them as well!”

tsukishima raises a hand to fix his glasses, “are you saying i’m toxic?”

“i never said that! i just said don’t talk and act like—”

“so you’re implying it?”

“well, you’re going to be if you carry on with that bullshit!” tsukishima grows silent and stares at y/n, who had seemed to be reaching the highest point of her annoyed meter, which would then slowly escalate into anger.

after a few seconds of silence, he spoke, “take these, don’t wait for me and go home. cool your head” in each of his hands were his hoodie and an umbrella, which he brought with him on the way to the gym incase it might rain before they’re able to go back to the locker rooms. with y/n giving no sign of taking it, he placed it on her foot and carried on walking past her.

“i don’t understand you” tsukishima comes to a halt, looking back almost immediately upon noticing y/n’s change of tone. crap, was i too harsh?

“why are you acting like that if you’re embarrassed of me?” he couldn’t tell whether she’s sad or angry.

“acting? acting like what? and what do you mean embarrassed?!” his tone immediately gave away his nervousness.

“in school or when you’re with someone else, you avoid and act like you don’t know me but when we’re alone, suddenly you’re taking care of me! make it clear whether you love me or not to save both our time because i am not about to start losing myself for a boy who can’t love me the way i deserve!” it’s clear that she wanted to say more so tsukishima stayed silent. “if you’re going to love me, at least be honest with me! am i embarrassing or not?!”

“of course not!”

“then why?!” it was a miracle that y/n was not crying nor shouting at the moment.

tsukishima fully turns his body this time, “what’s embarrassing is my explanation…” and the mood suddenly lightens.

“TSUKISHIMA, YOU BASTARD!” tanaka and nishinoya’s yelling made tsukishima sigh.

“you call me selfish but keep shimizu-senpai’s sister all to yourself” kageyama grumbles

tsukishima stands still. hands clasped together behind his back and head bowed down. he looks like a child getting a scolding, or how the the freak duo looks whenever daichi catches their slip ups.

nishinoya and tanaka kneels in front of the first year. head bowed down as if they were praising him, and that they are.

“on this day, we honor you. congratulations on getting a shimizu!” they say in unison.

“you’re overreacting” tsukishima simply says.

“nope, i, too, would congratulate you tsukki. no offense, but you’re not exactly the ideal boyfriend” yamaguchi says with a finger under his chin.

“mhm! so you better treat her right tsukishima! she’s like our little sister” sugawara’s smile does not look comforting at all.

“call me if you need help in buying gifts!” daichi volunteers happily.

“and me if you need advice!” asahi adds.

“why are you guys taking my job?” shimizu comments while giggling. “but, i do think that tsukishima is just right for my little sister” she turns to look at her sister who was now playing around with kageyama and hinata, “she’s as chaotic as those two, he’ll be able to handle her. so i trust that i won’t have to worry much?”

“of course” tsukishima didn’t seem like himself at the moment. his eyes seemed to have soften at the sight of his girlfriend. he smiled, though not too obvious.

“why are you smiling like a male lead in a drama?” tanaka teased. and though tsukishima hates expressing his emotions to his teammates, he certainly loves poking their annoyance scale, “because this is what it’s like to love and be loved”

“Why are you making it seem like kiyoko does not love me back! she does love me! right? right?” tanaka gave kiyoko hopeful eyes and received no response aside from her turning around.

“I’m not talking about platonic love”

“WHY YOU—“

“KEI!” apparently, while he successfully annoyed the second year, his girlfriend heard what he said and would definitely never let it go.

“when have you been so sweet?! love and be loved? seriously?!” she bounced up and down, hands on tsukishima’s shoulder for support.

“she’s no different from the freak duo, i’m afraid” sugawara comments and laughs along with the third years.

“but am i really that beautiful that you had to gatekeep me from your entire team?” she laughed, still bouncing, and tsukishima only stood there with his smile never seeming to fade.

“if that were me i’d be receiving his train of insults by now” hinata says, joining the rest of the team as they watched how tsukishima seemed to be a lot softer around y/n.

“you’re such a gatekeeper kei!” she teased, this time, she stopped bouncing and have started poking her boyfriend’s sides.

“that he is! how dare he gatekeep kiyoko-san’s sister?!” tanaka kneeled back down on one knee with a hand on his chest.

nishinoya followed suit, “and what’s annoying is that she reciprocated his love!”

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sugamii · 1 year

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⤷ voicemail

⭒ gn!reader x tsukishima kei

⭒ summary: tsukishima has been avoiding you for months now and you don't think you can keep trying with him | wc. 1.4k

⭒ warnings: angsty? | notes: mostly between yamaguchi and tsukishima as tsukki's ignoring you,, a little ooc but it's not too bad-

Tsukishima's known you for quite some time and you would say that he's adjusted pretty well. You had already been friends with Yamaguchi when you met Tsukki at Karasuno - you’re almost 100% sure he paved the way for you. Though, you can't give Tadashi all the credit. You clawed your way to the top with that man and no one can take that from you. Becoming friends with him was like climbing a mountain with no gear. Difficult, infuriating, terrifying - but definitely possible if you stuck to it!

Despite his attitude and the rough ride to friendship, you're glad you spent so much time chasing him. It was easy to see the kindness through all of his sarcasm, he never went too far with his insults and he made sure no one was actually hurt. You got used to it, and he slowly adjusted to your needs too. He had even started using new insults on you to avoid calling you stupid - he saw how discouraged you got when he would say those things and he really did want you to like him. He's taken to pointing out how short you are in comparison to him, but it's objectively much better than being called stupid.

The point is, he had accepted that you were part of his life. Or you thought he had anyways.

You had been trying to reach Tsukishima for a while now, hoping he would eventually break and admit that he missed you. Clearly you weren't getting anywhere, but you couldn't just give up.

You put the phone on the table next to you as you called him again, you couldn't stand having the phone against your ear anymore, listening to the same message over and over again had started to wear on you. You wished he would answer so you could hear him say something else. Even a goodbye would be okay.

The ringing stopped and you held your breath, waiting to hear his voice. Only to be disappointed as you listened to his voicemail again, his voice repeating the same lines they had an hour ago. You don't usually mind hearing Tsukishima’s voice, but hearing him repeat the fact that he was busy made you sick. You knew he wasn't.

Unable to reach him, you decided that the next best thing would be calling Tadashi. Surely he wouldn't ignore his best friend. Fortunately, Tadashi picked up the phone after a few rings. At least one of them had manners.

“Hello?”

“Hey Tadashi, have you-”

“Is this who I think it is? I haven't heard from you in months.” You laughed softly at his sulky tone, although you couldn't really make fun of him. When Kei had started avoiding you, you thought he just needed space. And with him and Yamaguchi being connected at the hip, it was hard to make time for your other friend. The space didn't work as he had barely noticed your absence and you couldn't really get that time back.

“Listen, about that,” you started, pausing to collect your thoughts. You didn't need to see Tadashi to know that he was anxious about whatever you were about to say. On the other side of the call, he could hear your heavy sigh, “Does he hate me, ‘dashi?”

“Who?”

“Tsukki! He hasn't been answering my calls. I haven’t talked to him in months.” Your voice cracked as your throat started to burn, tears building in your eyes. The worst part was you didn't really know if you were being dramatic or not. He was your best friend and he was refusing to speak to you. “I'm starting to think he doesn't want me around anymore.”

“Hate is a strong word. It's Tsukki. He doesn't communicate well.”

You took a deep breath in hopes of soothing your throat, “I know.”

“Have you gone to see him? You know how he throws himself into work, maybe he’s been busy.” You thought about what Yamaguchi was saying, what would happen if you went to his apartment. The last time you had visited Tsukishima he had completely shut you out. He really would hate you if you kept trying so hard.

“Or maybe I could go. He needs more Tadashi time anyways.” Tadashi suggested, pulling you out of your thoughts. You agreed, thanking him. You have no idea what you would do without him sometimes.

After the two of you had finished talking, Yamaguchi made his way to the apartment. He knocked once or twice to let Tsukki know he was there before walking into his friend's home. The blonde looked up from his phone in surprise only to give his guest a sour look when he realized who it was.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” he muttered under his breath.

“Kei,” Yamaguchi kept his voice monotone as he stared at the other. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and adjusted his position on the couch. “Remember that one person we used to hang out with? You know, the one we’ve been friends with since Karasuno. The one you're ignoring right now.”

Tsukishima knew why Yamaguchi was upset. He knew that he was hurting you by pushing you away, but he didn't really see what the big deal was. You would get over this eventually. No one understood that Tsukishima was the one in pain, that he was cutting contact so both of you could be happier. This was the best way to protect himself, it was quick and clean. In theory. It had seemed like such a good idea a few weeks ago.

It broke his heart to watch your name pop up on his screen, he had to remove your picture a while ago to avoid feeling too much guilt. Honestly, he was surprised he had made it so long. But Tadashi knew, or he had to at least be somewhat aware. “You know why I'm doing this. I can't have any distractions, we’re adults now. I can't throw my life away for someone from high school.”

“You know damn well that they're not just ‘someone from high school.’ And who asked you to throw your life away for them? You're friends with me and it doesn't ruin your life. Why are they any different?” If this had been under different circumstances, Tadashi might've giggled about that. He knew the difference, but he needed Tsukishima to realize what he was throwing away.

Closing his eyes and removing his glasses, Tsukishima sighed in exhaustion, “You're not seeing my side of this. You're acting like I'm doing this because I'm a dick, but I have my reasons.”

“Most people think you're a dick, Kei. This has nothing to do with my opinion of you,” Tadashi offered, making his best friend glare at him. He shrugged it off. It's not like he was lying. Tsukishima wasn't answering any of his questions, and he had always been a bit of a dick.

“There's no point. They hate me, that’s what I wanted.” He felt less guilty pretending you thought he was being an asshole for no reason. At least you wouldn't have to cling to the what ifs.

“That’s just sad, man. You're not gonna try?” Tadashi was shocked by his friend's resignation, it didn't seem like Tsukki at all. “You're worse than I thought. After all this time, I still don't know you.”

Tsukishima could feel the regret building in his stomach as he spoke, “I can't go back now! I can't apologize, it won't change anything. This is the best possible outcome.”

“You didn't even try,” Tadashi’s voice was soft, even from across the room. He had never seen his best friend so defeated, looking down at his phone and seeing it light up with another call from you.

“At least think about what I'm saying, about what they've been saying.” With that, he walked back through the door. This time Kei really did need space. He needed to think about what he was doing. Now that he was alone, he reached down to look at the most recent missed call, deciding he needed to listen to you this time.

“Hey Tsukki, or um, Tsukishima. Tadashi said he was gonna come talk to you today. I know you're busy and you don't wanna hear from me, I just needed to make sure you were okay before I said goodbye. I don't know what went wrong with us, but I want you to know that I'll always care for you. I'll stop calling, I won't come around, no more texts or indirect check-ins. I'm done.” Kei froze as he heard your voice coming through the phone, he had never heard you sound so drained. He finally understood just how wrong he had been. How could he have let you go through all of this alone? “I love you, Tsukishima Kei. Take care of yourself.”

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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚★ your moment.

fandom: haikyuu.

character: tsukishima.

reader: gn!

genre: one-shot.

content: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, cursing, open ending.

word count: 2.7k.

cole's note: recycled post #yoyo (@.kashika) <3

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A great and uncomfortable silence was felt from the moment you spoke your little words. Kei, waiting for another sentence to follow your request, kept looking at you, expectant, a little hope still trying to cling to the glow of his eyes that was fading with each passing second. You stood in front of him, your eyes so bright from the tears you insisted on keeping to yourself, your face straight in an attempt to hide how much it hurt you.

But there was nothing that followed your words. All the silence that existed between you, inside that classroom, was all that toasted Kei's delicate ears, making him wake up to the cruel reality of your words.

“No…”

“Yes,” you wet your lips one last time, took one last deep breath and, trying to contain the cry that wanted to come out so desperately, you looked back into those very beautiful eyes of Kei's that, with your confirmation, were left without any light or shine. “Everything's over between us.”

You didn't even give Kei time for a reaction, not that he could have any reaction after your words; you simply rotated your body and, with steps more uncertain than your words, walked away from Kei with tears silently streaming down your face as you insisted on remaining upright, not wanting to show him that you were, in fact, crushed.

And Kei stayed in the same place, looking at the space you used to occupy, waiting to see you return to him, waiting to hear you laugh –because that could only be a bad joke, right?

Kei didn't hear the doorbell ring, the movement of the hallways filling with students to be foreign to him in that moment when, all that reigned in his head, was the conversation between the two of you. No –your conversation. Because you didn't give Kei time to talk, you didn't give him a chance to justify himself or apologize –but you only did that, because you already knew how it would all end if he spoke; and you could not waver, not again.

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“Fuck!”

Kei spat loudly in the locker room as soon as he slammed his foot on the door; all the other boys looked at him confused, seeing him more worried about the door than his foot. Silence settled in the locker room as they watched Kei limp out of it, headphones on in an attempt to show everyone that he was simply not fit for conversation.

As soon as the locker room door closed again, Kei let out a long sigh, dragging with it some of his physical pain, some of his psychological torment that expanded into the cold March night.

Kei stood still looking at the landscape before him, the gym losing its shape in the darkness of the night, the lamps at the school doing little to light up that immensity of path. But Kei didn't care, not when he hadn't been able to see any light since the day you broke up with him.

Almost three weeks had passed since your conversation, since your request, since your separation, and in the following days, Kei could see nothing but a world plunged into a thick gray that prevented him from enjoying the intense sun that warmed without any effort everyone else. Yes, everyone else, except Kei, since, for him, only you could have the ability to warm up his days, to color his world, to make him a better person. And he thought you knew how essential you were to him; Kei thought you knew perfectly well how he couldn't function without you; but then why did you leave him?

As soon as the question settled in Kei's head, he just vigorously denied it, starting to walk out of the school.

He knew exactly why you broke up with him; he knew perfectly well what led you to make such a decision; and the fact that he knew so well what was going on and hadn't prevented it was what hurt him the most.

Kei passed the school gates without hearing Tadashi's call, the blonde's eyes fixed on that starry sky he'd seen so many times with you, the music playing loudly in his headphones being ignored by Kei, since you were what reigned in his mind.

Seeing the March sky meant happiness for Kei; since he was little he saw it with you, since he was little he created stories and lives while admiring the heavenly beauty that provided the romantic scenario he used to ask you to date him almost two years ago. But maybe that was his mistake: asking you to date him.

When you were still friends, all the smiles and laughter were authentic, the moments you spent were simple, fun, affectionate, complete. But everything changed when he asked you out on a date, or so he thought; Kei wasn't used to being in a relationship and maybe that, the fear of doing something that would make you give up on him, was the cause of your departure: he didn't do anything out of fear and it was out of fear that he lost you. Kei was afraid of losing you; he stopped paying so much attention to you for fear of being annoying; he started to distance himself a little from you for fear of being too much for you. Secretly, he had taken you for granted and you wouldn't accept this abrupt change from him.

So all that was left for Kei was to move on, because he knew that his pride would always speak louder than his feelings for you; but if that was the case, why had he stopped walking, his cell phone pressed to his ear waiting for an answer from you?

“Hello?” As soon as Kei heard your voice, all the courage he had mustered was dissipated with the strong breeze of the night and the silence followed your words, the wait making you even more nervous. “Do you have something to say, or…? I have work to do.” You were again greeted with silence, unable to see Kei's nervousness on the other side of the phone. “Tsukishima, I'm going to hang up.”

“You used to call me Kei.”

He fought the urge to scream, to beg you to come back to him; Kei fought his sadness, keeping his voice from breaking, keeping him from showing you just how broken he really was.

“If you called me to remember the past, I'm gonna hang up.”

Your throat hurt with every word you said, nothing you felt was expressed in your words –all you asked for was Kei's comfort, but you knew you couldn't ask for it: this time you had to be strong.

“I’m sorry.”

When you were ready to hang up, tired of being greeted by the icy silence of that night, when you were ready to hang up, tired of holding back the tears, Kei spoke spontaneously, taking you by surprise, making you stare at the wall for brief moments while his voice continued to resonate so loudly inside your head.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Kei felt like a huge weight was being lifted off of him, every word he uttered representing a hurt he felt.

There was no way to deny that Kei was, in fact, broken since the day you broke up, the lack of your existence in his life making itself notice with each passing day and, with your absence, also came his heartache; Kei knew he was wrong from the moment he took you for granted, disguising his possession with the excuse that he didn't want to be too much for you: he knew that you would always be there for him, he knew that you liked him too much to leave. But the fact that you imposed yourself, that you took a stand, was something he didn't foresee and, as such, Kei was now taking his glasses off, the tears streaming down his face preventing him from seeing clearly his dark journey home.

“I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend. You didn't deserve any of this. You don't deserve any of this.”

Kei's weak voice was hard to hear; you could see him perfectly in front of you, so tall and smug, tearing down all his inner walls to be able to deliver that heartfelt speech. You knew Kei was crying, his hoarse voice, the unnecessary amount of times he sniffed his nose, it was all signs that he was crying, that he needed you and that you were far away from him, separated by miles of distance and a high, cold wall he built.

“I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you and gave you so many reasons to leave when I knew I needed you to stay. I’m sorry for being selfish…”

It was heavy on your heart to hear Kei in such a fragile state. Since children you saw him as a strong person, able to take everything and never show his weak part; but if he was really crying, if he was really hurt by your separation –as hurt as you were– maybe, but just maybe, he was really sorry.

You remained silent, you didn't know what to do, you didn't even know if you should say anything. You knew that with Kei only actions were enough to calm him down, so could any word change anything?

But even if you had thought to act, it was too late.

Kei, ashamed of his fragility, embarrassed by his despair, abruptly disconnected the call, regretting having made it, feeling worse at your silent response than your distance. And you remained static, sitting in your chair, your eyes dazzled by the many tears that fell silently down your face as you repeated Kei's speech over and over in your head, your heart failing at the pain he felt, the pain he caused.

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No night in March was as bad as that one.

Kei couldn't sleep all night, negative thoughts haunted him constantly, reminding him of his most human side, the side he so deliberately exposed just for you. Your silence hadn't helped him sleep that night either: Kei needed comfort, to know if you were forgiving him or if you just wanted to give up on him –he wanted, and needed, closure; and you were unable to give it to him, even when he opened himself to you, even when he showed himself in his entirety to you.

And so, Kei now found himself sitting in his chair at school, his face being reluctantly received by his struggling hand trying to support Kei's weight. His eyes closed automatically, the small black circles hidden by his glasses showing that Kei hadn't really been able to sleep at all the night before –and the nights before that day.

Since you left Kei's life, he had been lost, not finding the will or strength to live the long days that were formed with your absence and, as such, every day had been a torment for Kei.

Lunch time was going on for too long, the sleep he felt depriving him of taking advantage of those two hours without classes.

The sun was shining on the window, warming the room, warming Kei to a light sleep, listening attentively to all the conversations around him, ignoring Tadashi once more, not even waking up when the teachers came and went from the room: Kei just wanted peace. And that day, he couldn't take it. Without giving any explanation or apology, Kei left the room walking to his house, completely disregarding the training he would have that day, just hearing his bed calling for him.

His steps were short, forced, leaving behind an endless trail of nostalgia and regret; his ears were protected from the cold of the month by his headphones, the music blaring as loud as it could, trying to stop the various voices in Kei's head from enticing him to call you again: he'd already humiliated himself once and if you didn’t return this time, there was no reason for him to humble himself once more.

Oh, but how he wanted to try one more time.

“The fuck?” Kei quickly turned around when he stopped listening to the song, sensing that someone had unplugged his headphones.

“I didn't know you were capable of swearing,” you handed the headphones’ cable to Kei, taking a deep breath and looking at him. “I was calling you, but you just ignored me.”

He was surprised to see you in front of him, the orange tones of the sky painting you with some tenderness, briefly returning the sparkle in your eyes.

Kei opened his mouth, taking the headphones out of his ears to show he was willing to talk; and it was that gesture of his that held you, making you release a gentle smile that went unnoticed by Kei who, confused, looked around looking for a bench to sit on.

“I just want to ask you something,” you just started talking as you sat down next to him on that park bench.

Your words triggered something inside Kei, and he quickly looked at you, a glimmer of hope caught in his tired eyes, his heart stopping briefly so as not to interfere with your words. You didn't speak right away, because you didn't know how to articulate your thoughts; you stared at the park in front of you, the gaudy colors of the various flowers being consumed by the darkness of the night, your courage dissipating along with the light of day. But now that you had started, you couldn't go back.

Kei didn't push you; this time he waited.

The truth is that you had hurt him with your silence, but if you were there with him at that moment, maybe his explosion of fragility wouldn't have gone so unnoticed for you. So, Kei waited patiently, watching your small, subtle movements, trying to figure out when you would finally speak; but no matter how much he looked at you, or how attentive he was, the words you dropped so quickly caught him unnoticed, making him wait a while to answer, not giving the answer you predicted.

“What?”

“The playlist you made me when we were kids. Do you still remember it?” you looked at Kei and in that second he could see the sparkle back in your eyes, the smile trapped on your lips.

“Kinda,” he was confused by your question; Kei thought you were going to ask him if he was being honest the day before or if he was really sorry; but that? That wasn't in Kei's plans, because, quite honestly, Kei had already forgotten that he made you a playlist when you were both just ten years old.

“Knew it,” you let out a little laugh and rummaged through your backpack, pulling out a pair of new earphones and your cellphone. “March is our month. Or was…” Kei held those earphones carefully, looking at them confused, looking at you in disbelief. And you just smiled. “I had already bought them for our anniversary. There was no point in keeping them.”

“Thank you,” Kei smiled with some sadness.

“It's our special moment,” as you saw that Kei was not using your gift, you gently took it from his hands, untangling the wires and connecting it to your phone. You put one earphone in your ear, holding the other for Kei who, with shaking hands and a little surprised, put the earphone on, immediately hearing the opening theme of Pokémon blaring out loud, a low laugh spewing out of him.

The sun set carefully, in the sky infinite stars shining brightly in the middle of the darkness of that night; and this time Kei didn't feel consumed by the empty vastness the night brought with it.

Exposed to the cold of the night, transported to the past with the various songs chosen by him, you and Kei remained for hours on that bench, completely ignoring the passage of time, his hand gently caressing yours as his cheeks took on his well-known rosy hue.

In that moment, you felt complete, together by the memory of a happy past, not needing to exchange a single word to know that, in fact, that was your moment forever.

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boomboomberry7 · 2 years

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Unrequited Love- Tsukishima Kei- Happy For You

You rubbed your hands together waiting for Tsukishima to return to the car after getting your guys coffee. Today you wanted to confess your feelings to him, many people have asked you why you like him but your answer was simple, “I know the real him.”

Soon after he came back with your coffee, he started driving back to your school, but he said “ I’ve been meaning to tell you something important for quite a while now.” You glanced over at him queuing him to continue, “Do you remember the optometrists that we met when I broke my glasses?” You gave him a little ‘Mhm’ and he continued, “Well when we left she held me back and asked me if I wanted to get drinks sometime with her, and I agreed, but I think I am going to ask her out officially to be mine tomorrow. What do you think I should do? You know to make it romantic.” You then glanced over to your side and saw you smile softly.

What he didn’t know was that your heart had crumbled and you could cry at any moment. “Well some girls like flowers and other girls don’t. But then some girls like simple things and others will like more detailed things. It all depends on the girl but you know her better than I do.”

“Just do what you feel is best.” You said trying your best not to have a voice crack and any slip-ups. “I see thank you Y/n but you wanted to tell me something?” You looked outside and saw that he already arrived at your university’s parking lot.

“Oh, I forgot I will tell you next time! I have to go now. Thank you for the coffee! “ You rushed out of the car.

Two months have gone by and now you were standing at the airport holding your luggage. “Do you have to go?” Yamaguchi frowned and all you could do was nod. “I can’t stay any longer. I only stayed for him thinking that we could be happy but I was proven wrong. You will still have contact with me though.” You hugged him one last time before you went to your gate.

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tetsumie · 1 year

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"

read part 2 here!

pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: sorry i got carried away writing these ahh i sort of twisted the prompt of "when they call you clingy" into my own sort of thing idk how to explain but hopefully this turned out well :,) also not proofread so sorry about the mistakes! and as always feel free to send me requests and tell me ur thoughts on my writing!

tsukishima kei

tsukishima, you, and a few of the former karsuno volleyball players decided to have a small little reunion dinner after not seeing each other for so long.

everyone's embracing each other with hugs and to be frank, it's really nice of him to invite you to meet his friends from high school! you're really looking forward to getting to know them and maybe even getting to know your boyfriend a bit more.

as all of you are sitting at the table debating what to order, there's much chit chat between everyone and you swear you haven't seen kei so carefree in a while. sure, he's still throwing his sarcastic, snarky comments but they don't hit too harshly towards his teammates.

they are most definitely used to this.

the food has arrived and way too much wine has been ordered. with their slurred words and pink cheeks, you can tell all of them are going to blackout the moment they all get home.

"kei, so how'd you pull this gorgeous girl?" tanaka asks out of nowhere "ain't no way she fell for your snarky ass personality."

you and him both let out a chuckle and he replied with, "nah, they're just clingy as fuck and i guess they were fun to keep around."

you go quiet and the laughter has sort of died out. but the drinks keep pouring and nishinoya speaks.

"god, you're a fucking asshole," nishinoya chimes. "she's way too good for you.

although the conversation begins to take a turn in a different direction, you can't seem to get his words out of your mind.

clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.

a ball of insecurity starts to form in your stomach and his comment starts the train of overthinking. you keep telling yourself that he's had too many drinks.

yet a part of you is telling you that drunk thoughts are sober words.

how long has he thought of me as "clingy?"

the small chuckles and laughs that escape your lips have come to a halt and now you're feeling incredibly insecure. you begin to zone out and start chugging down a few glasses of wine to drown out your surroundings.

after a few eventful hours, you and tsukishima decide to grab a taxi and head home for the night. he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and you immediately head into the bedroom to change your clothes, not sparing him a second glance.

tsukishima enters the bed after cleaning up and his arm drapes over your chest. your body goes completely stiff and you're super uncomfortable with his touch, especially after his comment about you being clingy.

the moment you hear his light snores, you slowly remove his arm off your body and turn to face away from him. a feeling of numbness begins to overtake your body and you feel a sense of emptiness within.

the next morning, tsukishima woke up with a horrible headache and he instantly regretted drinking so much last night. he groans and pats your side of the bed and is greeted by just the bedsheets and not you.

grumbling, he got out of bed in search of you and finds you standing by the balcony with a cup of coffee in your hand. in that moment, his heart skips a beat and he's reminded of how much he loves you.

you yelp in surprise when you feel two arms slither around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. "good morning baby," he kisses your cheek.

"hi kei," you say curtly.

"what's for breakfast?"

"i just made myself toasted bread with jam. you can just make some cereal or something. i think we still have your lucky charms in the pantry," you tell him.

he pulls away from you and he feels something is off with you. you feel distant.

the feeling is confirmed when the both of you are sitting on the living room sofa while watching the new episode of your favorite reality tv show. kei expects you to come close to him and rest your head on his shoulder like you usually do yet there you are, in his vicinity, but sitting on the other end of the couch, clinging to a throw pillow.

he can't seem to concentrate on the movie when the only thing he can see is you sitting to yourself, gone completely quiet. he doesn't know what's wrong and he can't rack his mind as to what might have happened that made you so distant.

after the movie ends, he kisses your forehead and he feels your body stiffen.

what's going on? i don't know what i did?

he pulls away and looks at you. "y/n, something's wrong," he states.

you refuse to meet his gaze now and your twiddling with your fingers. he seems to have no recollection of what he's said to you last night. although, he might not recall what he said, it's the only thing you can recall in your mind. ever since this morning, whenever, you look at him, the only thing running in your mind is his words, "nah, she's just clingy as fuck and i guess she was fun to keep around."

"we're good," you reply promptly. "don't worry about it."

he grabs your hands and puts them in his which catches you off guard. you love the feeling of his hand in yours but the rational part of your brain wants to pull away, thinking about how he thought you were so clingy.

"listen, i'm not good at this. i'm not good at communicating my feelings but for you, i want to do better. so please, it would mean a lot if you could tell me what's wrong so i can help you and... us."

this is the most genuine you've seen him in a while and although to most, it may have seemed like some half-assed speech but to you, it felt raw and vulnerable.

"ok well," you began. "last night, when we were out with your friends, you were talking with your friends and well, you mentioned something about me. and it made me wonder if you think i'm clingy?"

he was confused. "no, i don't think you're clingy anymore? i don't know what you're talking about?"

the "anymore" in his response to you was something that saddened you a little. he found me clingy yet never told me?

"so you did think i was clingy, right?"

with a deep breath, he began to explain himself, "when we got together, i wasn't really used to... being so close to someone. you would always hold my hand or loop your arm in mine or something. you would always be holding me or touching me and i wasn't sure how i felt it about it at first. i was never one for physical touch so when you began to show that to me, i just... it felt... suffocating."

you're looking into his eyes, swimming with sadness and searching for answers, and he feels a mixture of sadness and guilt as he continues to explain himself.

"but being with you, i've grown to love your touch and honestly, now that i think about it, i don't know what i'd do if you just stopped being yourself and clinging on to me. i would go insane if you stopped."

kei leans in for a hug and you hug him back. you missed holding him like this and well, you just miss him. but now that kei has said all this, you're not sure about anything anymore.

you pull away and tell him, "i'm sorry you couldn't tell me that you were uncomfortable with my touches. i should have asked you how fast or slow you wanted to go and i shouldn't have forced my affection on to you."

"if you want, we can slow down. i understand," you say with a tone of finality in your voice.

"no!" he immediately replied. "it's.. it's not that. you don't force your affection on to me. you never have. i just am awkward with affection and growing up, i've never had it so i'd get super fidgety and that's why i think i felt like you were being clingy. but i love it."

"i love it when you hold my hand when we're walking to the grocery store. i love it when you doodle on my hand with your fingers when we're waiting for the food to come when we eat out. i love it when you tell me about the little stories from work while you're cooking dinner. i love it when you mumble in your sleep and snuggle close to me when it gets cold at night. i love everything about you."

kei was very much out of his comfort zone as he told you all these things and it surprised you that he noticed all these little details. you could tell he was getting embarrassed, considering how his cheeks were turning pink. you couldn't help but let a little smile seep through your facial features.

"you're so sappy," you reply.

"oh shut up."

you both laugh and then he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles. "don't ever think you force your affection on me because you never do, okay?"

"okay, kei."

the both of you spend the rest of the day with one another, making comforting memories together that the both of you will fondly remember in the future.

suna rintaro

you're not even sure how this argument even started. all you can remember is asking suna if he could accompany you to a work party that you were invited to. it was supposed to be a relatively relaxing event with not too much worries yet suna was once again trying to bail out.

"come on rin! it's one party and we never get to go out anymore," you try again for the nth time.

"y/n, jesus, i told you this, i don't want to fucking go! practice is draining me out and the one day i get off, you want me to go to some stupid fucking work party. can't you see that i want to be home?"

"we won't even have to be there that long! i just want you to come with me so you can meet some of my friends and support me. i'm really not asking for much," you counter. "i'm always trying to go to your games to support you from the stands and i'm asking you to do this one thing for me."

"i never fucking asked you to come to my games!" suna's voice began to rise and you felt yourself shrink. you had never seen him so intensely angry before. he was always so nonchalant so seeing this side of him made you nervous. "god, you're just so suffocating with everything. you always wanna do shit together, like jeez, give me a break. you're so fucking clingy sometimes; i just want space."

your mouth snaps shut and you can't find it in yourself to even reply. suna leaves the bedroom and you can head the jangle of his keys and the front door opens and then slams shut. a tear escapes from one eye and then all of a sudden, it's a full blown mental breakdown. you're sitting on the bed, crying off all your makeup.

after your cries turn into sniffles, you call up one of your colleagues, telling them you won't be attending the party. that night, you end up crying yourself to sleep.

suna had come home quite late that night after storming out.

in his head, he admits that the argument had blown up for no reason. but he just really didn't want to see your coworkers. he was cranky, annoyed, and irritated, making him deeply irrational.

as he walks into the bedroom, he sees you fast asleep in your clothes that you were planning to go out in and your makeup smudged all over your face. he felt incredibly guilty.

he messed up big time and he had to fix this. he hoped in the morning, the both of you would wake up together so he could talk it out and apologize.

you wake up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. you turn to see suna lying in bed and a part of you just wants to run your fingers through your hair. as your fingers hover above his head, you're reminded of his words from last night.

you're so fucking clingy sometimes. i just want space.

your fingers immediately retracted and you decided to get up to start the rest of your day. you didn't want to let his words get to you. he said his opinion and there's nothing much you could do other than give him space. you'd be doing him a favor by giving him that space that he wanted, right?

suna shifts in bed, arm reaching out to your side of the bed, subconsciously. as he pats down your side of the bed, he feels the emptiness and he jolts up out of bed.

he's walking out of the bedroom and he sees you sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.

a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, thanking whatever deity out there that you hadn't left. even if you did, he couldn't blame you for it. he hurt you and there was no denying that.

"hi babe," he casually says alouds and plops on the couch next to you.

"hey."

your tone is cold and to be frank, you could care less than speak to him right now. seeing him is just a constant reminder of how clingy you are and you really don't want to be confronted with the feeling of sadness again.

in an attempt to smooth things over with you, he tries to start conversation in hopes that things will get back to normal naturally and maybe.. just maybe you'll know that he's sorry without him saying it.

"osamu was talking about some new onigiri thing he made and he wanted to drop some off for us to try. should i say yes?" he asked.

"sure."

your responses to his efforts are completely shut down and he's just praying that things get better with time. he reassures himself that things will go back to normal, it's just a matter of time. within a few days, things will be back to normal!

that's what he thought until his first volleyball match of the season came about. as he was standing in the court, his eyes scanned the rest of the stadium for your figure in hopes of finding you wearing his jersey but to no avail, he couldn't find you.

he assumed you were running late or stuck in traffic. no matter what you would be here, right?

but the first set is already over and you're nowhere to be seen. taking a quick break, he texts you:

suna: r u here?

suna: i don't see u in the stands.

it's delivered and suna's back in the court. he's misreading all of the opponent's attacks and his blocks are all being haphazardly done. the only thing on his mind is you.

the EJP coach calls for a timeout and sits him out for the rest of the match. "i don't know what's going on with you but you need to pull it together. your slacking is messing up with the rest of the team," coach berated him and all suna could do was nod his head.

he sat on the bench and immediately grabs his phone to text you.

suna: can you please answer?

suna: or call me? please?

suna: fuck y/n

suna: r u ok?

with no response, concern is etched onto his face. he tells his coach that he has to go and although he's about to suffer hell when he goes to practice tomorrow for dipping, he needs to see you.

you're seeing all of his messages.

you've seen all of them.

and you don't want to respond to a single one of them.

you know he's coming home and he's about to bombard you with questions and you don't want to respond to him. you don't want to come off as clingy again.

you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.

he opens the door and finds you in the kitchen, making yourself some snacks.

"so where were you today?" he begins.

"at home."

his hands find their way to your waist and he slowly turns you around to look him in the eye. "why didn't you come?"

you sigh in frustration. "i don't know what you want from me. you say i'm clingy and you want some space and on top of that you mentioned how you've never asked me to go to any of your games so here i am respecting your wishes like you asked yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me where i was and why i wasn't with you?"

his hands let go of your waist and he steps back to fully look at you.

"rin, i don't know what you want from me anymore."

suna's mouth opens and then shuts, not sure as to what to say to you. you were more upset about his comment than you let on and now all your anger and frustration was coming out.

"listen, i-"

"no, you listen to me," you interrupt, immediately shutting him up. "all i wanted that night was for you to come to my work party. it's all i wanted. that party was mainly for me because i helped our company reach this new milestone! and i wanted you to come and celebrate with me and my colleagues. is it so much to ask for my boyfriend to come support me?"

"and then you go on to say i'm clingy and do you have any idea how much it hurt me when you said that? when you would talk to me about anything, the only thing going through my head would be the fact that you called me clingy and god, i just wanted to vanish in thin air because i hated knowing that you thought that of me which is why i gave you your space. i kept thinking you just didn't want my affection."

you rest your elbows on the kitchen countertop and put your face in your hands. you finally burst out with all the feelings that have been suffocating your mind. it felt good to finally relieve it all but you could only imagine what was going through his mind. was he mad or upset or did he just not care about my feelings?

all of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and kisses to the top of your head.

"love, you're not clingy. if anything, i'm the clingy one. i always want you by my side like at my games or when i go out with my friends or even if i'm just lying in bed. i want you."

he strokes your hair and now you're turning around to look at him again. his eyes are wide and a bit glassy. this is probably one of the first times you've seen emotion on his face aside from his regular snarky remarks.

"i wish i could take back what i said that night but i can't. but please know that i don't know what i'd do without you. i was really upset that night and all i wanted to was just sleep it off. but your insistence to go got me aggravated and i lashed out. you don't deserve that. you never deserve that."

"i want to be the one you wake up to in the morning. i want to be the one you take to all your work parties and events. i want to be the one you tell you gossip with. i want to be the one you have your late night talks with. i want to be the one you end your nights with. i want to be the one you spend the rest of your life with. i want to be yours."

tears started to escape your eyes and your heart was swollen. suna was never one to be so open with his emotions yet here he was opening so much to you. you hug his torso and sob into his chest.

"i love you, i'm sorry," you say.

"i love you too, and i'm sorry too," he replies, kissing the top of your forehead.

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theantichrists-blog · 1 year

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You giving head under the table

!!! NSFW !!!

Shoyo Hinata:

- - > He blushes so much at you

- - > ULTIMATE SUB

- - > he’s somewhat vocal, he likes to whimper with his hand over his face

- - > If he gets cocky he will push your head down further

- - > “Y-y/n- G-od you feel so good” he responds, letting some moans spill out of his lips as he tries to keep his mouth shut

- - > he stutters a lot, most people could tell what’s going on

- - > he has a habit of tilting his head back

Tobio Kagayama:

- - > He blushes so much at your action and instantly places a hand on your head, ruffling his fingers through your hair so he has control

- - > “B-Boke!” he says while trying to hold back his moans

- - > his eyes like to roll back

- - > He isn’t very vocal until you lick the bottom of his dick

- - > he loves to push your head down but if you ask him not to he won’t

- - > Dom unless you can get to tease him but if you do that’s your grave your digging

Kei Tsukishima:

- - > He has a bad habit of bucking his hips

- - > He loves it when you place your hands on his thighs while giving

- - > “Pips-squeak.. Keep going please”

- - > this will be the only time you hear him say please

- - > Surprisingly a switch

Kōshi Sugawara:

- - > Blushy little boy

- - > He’s a dom when you tease him but usually he’s a sub

- - > “My l-little dove” he says as he pushes your head down further, and with his other hand he caresses your jawline

- - > full on 10’, 10.5’ if you really get him up

Daichi Sawamura:

- - > He will bite the back of his hand to cover up his whimpers

- - > Dom until you do this to him

- - > “ D-Doll.. Please be gentle” He says as he caressed your cheek, and his other hand covering his face

- - > he lives for when you lick the underside of his cock

Yū Nishinoya:

- - > He’s vocal but he mostly grunts when you do this (you’ve done it before)

- - > He’s a switch but more than half the time a soft dom

- - > “N/nnie~” you hear Noya whine while his head faces at his paper

- - > loves it when you suck the tip

Asahi Azumane:

- - > When i tell you this boy blushes and barely makes noise, I MEAN HE BLUSHES AN-

- - > total sub, he loves it when you ride him

- - > “O-Oh go-od” you hear Asahi cough out, his hair almost falling out of his bun. Asahi placed his hand through your hair.

- - > all you need to do is just be gentle and slow with him

Tetsurō Kuroo:

- - > Kuroo is usually vocal, but this, he coughs when he almost moans

- - > you are in trouble if you do this to him, he is total dom, he’s in charge

- - > “M-mm~ Kitten~” you hear Kuroo grunt out lowly, his hand cupping his mouth to muffle himself

- - > this boy loves to receive, just wait til he gives you some, that tongue works wonders

Morisuki Yaku:

- - > He may be short but THIS MAKES UP FOR IT

- - > he’s a switch, what else did you expect from him?

- - > all you hear is a low groan come from him, “I-I’m gonna cum” come out of his lips faintly, only to where you could hear

- - > get ready to chug that

Kenma Kozume :

- - > sassy boy, he loves control

- - > dom, with enough begging he will be a sub but other than that he’s a dom

- - > “Y-you just love my attention don’t you?~” You hear kenma whisper to you as he lays his head down on his desk

- - > he a big boy

Kōtarō Bokuto:

- - > VOCAL VOCAL VOCAL I SAY

- - > this boy will just pick you up and walk out to rail you- i mean what?-

- - > “My little owl~ your taking me so well~” you hear Bokuto whisper out as he laces his fingers in between your hair

- - > he loves caressing your cheek when you give him a blow

Yūji Terushima:

- - > now i wouldn’t have taken him to be one to be a little blushy boy

- - > switch, sub sometimes because he’s to lazy but dom when he wins a match or loses

- - > “o-oh your mouth feels so good around me~” you hear Yūji say to you

- - > expect a vibrating tongue piercing from him in the near future

Shinsuke Kita:

- - > his face DROPS, did not expect this

- - > dom, imma just say it briefly

- - > “mmm~” you hear from Kita, that low groan from him as you hum around him making him shiver in pleasure

- - > look all you have to do to make him cum so fast is hum, or place your hands on his thighs

Atsumu Miya:

- - > vocal, Vocal, VOCAL

- - > now i haven’t seen someone more of a sub than him-

- - > “A-ah Y/nnieee~ be careful~” you hear the twin say as you suck on his tip

- - > fun fact he wants to have a threesome with you and his brother to see you get your holes filled- what- uhm nothing!

Rintarō Suna:

- - > his eyes roll to the back of his head while he leaves his head back- like you can see it

- - > Switch, only because he’s a lazy fuck but sometimes he has the motivation

- - > “j-just like that~” you hear Suna mumble, you hear his voice rumble to where you can feel it in your mouth

- - > He is huge, making you gag with tear streams down your face, mascara messed up- ok i need to stop

Osamu Miya:

- - > LOVES THIS

- - > total dom, he’s the opposite of his brother, he loves to fuck you

- - > “take it all in baby~” you hear the Miya whisper lightly to when’re no one else can hear it, his hands behind his head

- - > He’s hung, like 3rd leg much?

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keitea · 1 year

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taking photos with him at a photobooth <3 normally he wears a scowl/poker face, but for you he'll pull funny faces 🤭 maybe he'll even sneak a kiss on your cheek, just to see your cute, flustered face ><

tsukki ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ (not projecting, but with all due respect i love him), suna, ushijima, aone, kageyama, hoshiumi, kyoutani <3

[a/n: i finally posted something LOL i've been wanting to get back into writing after a hiatus !! plus valentines' day is coming 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 don't have a date so i'm stuck with anime boys heheheheh]

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minarixx · 9 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐍𝐨 ✯ 𝐊.𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚�� 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙮"

PAIRING. Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, Cheating Tsukishima

Y/N and Tsukishima, a couple engaged to be married, until a shocking revelation of Tsukishima's infidelity rocks Y/N's world on the eve of their wedding.

WC. 3.4k

A/N. Writers block rn. I really liked the symbolism and metaphor and writing I used in this one so I hope you enjoyed it as well. I might rewrite my older and short ones cause I hate them so much. Anyways, Inspired by My Best Friend's Wedding (1997)

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Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city skylines where Y/N and Tsukishima's love story began. It was a place filled with memories and promises, but today, the air was heavy with uncertainty. Tomorrow was meant to be the day when Y/N would become Tsukishima's wife, the day they had eagerly awaited and planned for. Yet, fate had a cruel twist in store.

Y/N had always been a girl of hope and dreams. Growing up, she had always believed in love and soulmates. Her engagement to Tsukishima was supposed to be a fairy tale come true.

When she first met Tsukishima, Y/N couldn't help but be intrigued by his stoic and reserved demeanor on the volleyball court. It was a chilly autumn afternoon, and they were both participating in a local volleyball tournament. Y/N had always been drawn to the sport, and she eagerly observed the players, seeking to learn from their techniques and tactics.

As she watched the matches unfold, her attention was drawn to a tall and lanky tall young man in the middle position. Tsukishima's movements were precise and calculated, and he displayed a level of skill that impressed even the most seasoned players. However, what caught Y/N's attention the most was the intensity in his eyes and the way he seemed to keep his emotions tightly locked away.

Curiosity got the better of her, and during a break between sets, Y/N decided to strike up a conversation with him. "You're an excellent middle blocker. Your blocks are on point."

Tsukishima glanced at her briefly, his expression remaining impassive. "Thanks," he replied curtly.

Undeterred by his reserved response, Y/N continued, determined to break through his shell. "I've seen you play a few times before. Your techniques are impressive. How long have you been playing volleyball?"

"Since elementary school," he replied tersely, not offering any more information.

Y/N sensed his reluctance to engage in conversation, but she was determined to connect with him on some level. As the tournament progressed, she made small efforts to strike up conversations during breaks, asking about his favorite plays or how he got into volleyball. It was a slow process, but Y/N's genuine interest and friendliness gradually began to chip away at Tsukishima's guarded exterior.

Over time, they found themselves exchanging more than just volleyball-related conversations. They discovered shared interests in books, music, and even silly jokes that would elicit a rare chuckle from Tsukishima. Y/N learned that beneath his aloof façade, he had a dry wit that matched her own, and they found comfort in each other's subtle sarcasm.

As their conversations grew more frequent, Y/N noticed that Tsukishima's walls were starting to come down. He seemed more at ease, even cracking a genuine smile from time to time. Y/N was thrilled that she was able to break through the barriers he had built around himself.

Tsukishima's childhood friend, Asami, became a part of their lives too. They were the three musketeers, but little did Y/N know that the bond between Tsukishima and Asami was deeper than she imagined. They even had a lighthearted marriage pact with Asami, Tsukishima's childhood friend, that if none of them were married by the age of 30, they would marry each other.

But life took a different turn when Y/N came into the picture. Tsukishima and Y/N's connection was undeniable, and they fell in love deeply and irrevocably. Their love seemed to transcend the bounds of their childhood pact, and they decided to get engaged, looking forward to a lifetime of happiness together.

As the soft evening light streamed through the curtains, Y/N found herself lost in a whirlwind of memories. The room felt filled with echoes of laughter and whispered promises as she reminisced about the journey that led her to this very moment. Her fingers gently traced the delicate gold band adorning her finger – the engagement ring that symbolized the love story she had always dreamed of.

It was a lazy evening, and Y/N had decided to surprise Tsukishima with a visit to his home. The knot of anticipation tightened in Y/N's stomach as she approached Tsukishima's house. Tomorrow was meant to be the day of their long-awaited wedding, and she had come over to surprise him with the final touches they had planned together. A warm smile graced her lips, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw the arrangements they had made.

However, as she pushed the door open, her heart plummeted to her feet. Right at the entrance, a pair of unfamiliar women's shoes lay neatly placed, catching her eye like a glaring beacon. Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing. Thoughts raced, but she couldn't deny the sinking feeling in her chest.

An unsettling sense of dread took over as Y/N stepped further into the house, her footsteps echoing in the silence. "Tsukishima?" she called, hoping for an explanation, hoping that she was wrong.

What Y/N saw shattered her world into a million pieces. There, in the dimly lit room, stood Tsukishima and Asami, their hands intertwined as they gazed into each other's eyes with a tenderness that was meant only for lovers. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend the scene before her.

Her voice quivered as she walked through the house, and the sight that met her eyes was a painful blow to her heart. In the living room, there they were – Tsukishima and Asami, sitting close together, their hands intertwined, their faces far too close for Y/N's comfort.

The room seemed to spin around her, and she clutched her chest, trying to steady her breath. Her vision blurred with tears, and she took a step back, unable to bear the betrayal before her.

Asami's eyes widened with guilt, and Tsukishima's face turned pale, realizing that their secret had been exposed. Y/N took a step back, her mind racing, desperately searching for an explanation or a reason that could justify what she had just witnessed.

The damage had been done, and Y/N could hardly bring herself to look at either of them.

"I-I can't believe this," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief. "How could you do this to me, Tsukishima?"

Asami looked equally guilty, her eyes filled with remorse. "Y/N, we never wanted you to find out like this. It just happened, and we never meant to hurt you."

Y/N felt a mix of emotions – anger, betrayal, and heartbreak. Her whole world felt like it was crumbling around her, and she struggled to find her footing amidst the chaos of her emotions.

Tsukishima reached out to her, his voice filled with regret. "Y/N, please, let me explain. It's not what you think. It was a mistake, and I never wanted to hurt you."

"How can you say that?" Y/N choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You knew how much I loved you, and yet, you chose to betray me."

The words hung heavy in the air, and the pain was palpable. Y/N turned on her heels and ran out of the house, feeling like she couldn't breathe. The world outside felt like a blur, but she kept moving, seeking solace and clarity amidst the chaos in her heart.

Y/N found herself standing on the same beach where she and Tsukishima had once shared beautiful moments. The waves crashed relentlessly against the shore, mirroring the turmoil in her soul.

She clutched the engagement ring on her finger, a painful reminder of the love and dreams that had shattered. The future she had envisioned had crumbled into pieces, leaving her heartbroken and lost.

At that moment, she didn't know what to do or where to go. But as she stared out into the vastness of the ocean. As Y/N stood on the beach, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean, she felt an overwhelming sense of despair. The crashing waves mirrored the turmoil within her, and she was torn between holding onto the love she once believed in and the pain of the betrayal that had shattered it.

Tomorrow was meant to be the day she had dreamed of – the day she would marry Tsukishima, her soulmate, and start a new chapter of their lives together. But now, it felt like all those dreams were being thrown away, lost in the depths of the ocean before her.

Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and heartbreak. Part of her wanted to confront Tsukishima, to demand answers, to try and salvage what was left of their love. But another part of her knew that the trust had been broken, and nothing could ever be the same again.

As the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the water, Y/N sank to her knees on the sand. She clutched her engagement ring tightly, feeling the weight of its symbolism in her hand. It was a symbol of the love they had once shared, but now, it felt like a painful reminder of the love that had been lost.

Her heart ached, not just for herself but for everyone who had been excitedly preparing for the wedding. Friends and family had come together to celebrate their love, but now, it seemed like it had all been a facade.

She closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up once more. It wasn't just the wedding she was mourning; it was the future she had imagined with Tsukishima – the laughter, the shared dreams, the moments of love and understanding.

As Y/N stared out at the ocean, lost in her thoughts, a figure caught her eye in her peripheral vision. Turning her head, she saw Asami running towards her, her face etched with worry and concern.

"Y/N!" Asami called out, breathless as she reached her side. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"

Y/N felt a mix of emotions at the sight of Asami – the woman who had been at the center of the painful revelation. Part of her wanted to push her away, to demand answers, but another part yearned for someone to lean on in her moment of vulnerability.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she turned her gaze back to the ocean, unable to meet Asami's gaze. "How could you?" she choked out, her voice trembling with hurt. "How could both of you betray me like this?"

Asami's face fell, and she knelt beside Y/N, her voice filled with remorse. "I know I can't justify what happened, and I never intended to hurt you, Y/N. It was a mistake, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to hear an apology and wanting to push Asami away. "A mistake?" she whispered, her voice filled with bitterness. "Do you have any idea how much pain I'm in right now?"

Asami reached out to touch Y/N's hand gently. "I can't undo what happened, but I'm here now. Please, let me try to explain."

A part of Y/N wanted to turn away, to shut Asami out completely. But another part couldn't help but yearn for closure and understanding, as painful as it might be.

Taking a deep breath, Asami began to speak, her voice soft and remorseful. "It started out as innocent , Y/N. Tsukishima and I have known each other since childhood, and we had this marriage pact. But as we spent more time together recently, old feelings resurfaced, and we made a mistake. I'm so sorry."

Y/N listened, her heart torn between anger and sadness.

"Why didn't you both tell me?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "You were both going to let me marry Tsukishima without knowing the truth?"

Asami looked down, her guilt evident in her eyes. "We knew it was wrong, and we wanted to stop, but we were scared of hurting you even more. It was selfish, and I regret it deeply."

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "He's got you on a pedestal but me in his arms," she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that how it was all along? Was I just a place holder for him?"

Asami looked down, her gaze filled with guilt. "I can't speak for Tsukishima's feelings, Y/N. But I do know that you mean a lot to him. He loves you, but he also made a terrible mistake."

As Y/N stood there in front of Asami, clutching the engagement ring tightly in her hand, her tears fell like raindrops on a stormy night.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard a familiar voice call out her name. Tsukishima emerged from the shadows, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and regret.

"Y/N, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "Give me a chance to explain."

But the pain within Y/N was too raw, too overwhelming to bear. "Explain what, Tsukishima?" she cried, her voice breaking with each word. "The lies, the betrayal? There's nothing left to say."

Tsukishima took a step closer, reaching out as if to touch her, but he hesitated. "I know I made a terrible mistake," he said, his voice choked with remorse. "But please, let me try to make it right."

Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to shield herself from further pain. "How can you make this right?" she asked, her voice filled with anguish. "You're engaged to me!"

As Tsukishima looked into her tear-filled eyes, his own filled with pain. "I was a fool, Y/N. I let my fear and confusion cloud my judgment. I never wanted to hurt you, but I let my emotions get the best of me."

Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks, and she shook her head, unable to find the strength to forgive him just yet. "Why did you even ask me to marry you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crashing waves.

Tsukishima stepped closer, his desperation evident. "Please, don't throw the ring away," he implored. "It meant something once, and I want the chance to prove to you that it can mean something again."

In that moment, Y/N's heart wavered, torn between the love she had once shared with Tsukishima and the pain of his betrayal. The memory of the happiness they had once found in each other tugged at her heartstrings.

Summoning all the courage she had left, Y/N shook her head, tears falling like raindrops. "I can't, Tsukishima," she said, her voice resolute.

The weight of the engagement ring on her finger felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the shattered dreams and broken promises. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she knew that she couldn't carry the burden of that ring any longer.

With trembling hands, she removed the engagement ring, the symbol of a love that had turned to betrayal. As she held it in her palm, her heart ached with the weight of the decision she was about to make. She looked at the ring, its delicate gold band gleaming in the fading light, and she knew that it no longer held the same significance it once did.

With a mix of pain and determination, she flung her arm forward, releasing the ring into the vast expanse of the sea. It glimmered for a moment in the sunlight before disappearing beneath the waves, swallowed by the ocean's depths.

As the ring vanished from sight, Y/N felt a sense of pain wash over her.

The sea seemed to embrace her grief, its vastness swallowing her sorrow.

As the ring disappeared beneath the water's surface, Y/N felt an overwhelming emptiness engulf her. The tears kept falling, and she knew that walking away from him wouldn't erase the pain she felt.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces, and the world around her seemed to blur into a haze of desolation. The love she had once believed to be eternal had crumbled, and she was left standing on the precipice of a dark and unknown future.

With a heavy heart, she turned away from the sea, Asami and Tsukishima, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. The beach, once a place of happiness and laughter, now held only memories of betrayal and heartache.

Days turned into weeks, and the ache in Y/N's heart showed no signs of subsiding. The pain of betrayal lingered, leaving her feeling lost and adrift. She tried to keep her distance from both Tsukishima and Asami, seeking solace in the company of friends who were always there to support her.

One evening, as she was going through old messages on her phone, Y/N stumbled upon a post. It was a picture of Tsukishima and Asami standing together, their arms wrapped around each other with smiles that felt like a cruel twist of fate.

As her eyes widened in shock, she began to scroll through the messages and discovered the truth. Tsukishima and Asami had indeed gone through with the wedding, sealing their love just a few hours after Y/N's heart had been shattered. They didn't want all that money and venue to go to waste and just like that her dreams were stolen from her.

The revelation hit Y/N like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of her. It was a betrayal on a whole new level, as if the universe was conspiring against her, mocking her pain. The two people she had trusted the most had found comfort in each other, using their deceit to validate their actions.

"How could they?" Y/N whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. It felt like a knife through her heart, adding salt to the wounds that were still raw and bleeding.

The sense of betrayal and hurt overwhelmed her, and she felt a mix of anger, sorrow, and confusion. It was as if the world had collapsed around her, and she found herself questioning everything she once believed in.

At that moment, Y/N couldn't see a path forward. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling lost and broken. She wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the bitter reality was that there were no answers that could mend her wounded heart.

In the distance, the sun began to set, casting a melancholic glow over the apartment. As darkness descended, it mirrored the darkness that had settled within Y/N's soul.

Grief washed over her in waves, as she mourned not only the love that was lost but also the future that could have been. She pictured the life they had planned together – a home filled with love, laughter, and children, growing old hand in hand.

But now, those dreams lay shattered, scattered like fragments of glass on the cold ground. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling adrift and lost in a sea of sorrow.

Y/N felt as if her heart was like an artist's scrapped work discarded in the trash bin. The pain of the shattered love was akin to the pain of watching something she had poured her heart and soul into being tossed aside, unappreciated and unwanted.

The canvas of their love story, once filled with vibrant colors and promising strokes, now lay in ruins, torn apart by deceit and betrayal. She could almost see the paint splattered across the floor, an abstract representation of the chaos that had consumed her emotions.

She had invested so much in this masterpiece, carefully adding each brushstroke with love and hope. But as fate would have it, the canvas had been marred beyond repair, leaving her feeling like an artist who had lost her way.

Her memories served as a painful reminder of what could have been – a love story that was meant to be cherished and admired. Instead, it had been abandoned, a casualty of human flaws and weaknesses.

She felt like a shell of her former self, her spirit bruised and battered. The red strings of fate that she had once believed in now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder that love didn't always lead to happiness.

Fate had played a cruel trick, entangling her heart with the wrong person, and how she was left to untangle herself.

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Tsukishima x reader

Genre : fluff , comfort .

Cuddling with tsukishima feels so nice , because he's tall his hands reach all the way around your back . And you can easily rest your head on his chest or shoulder. He's acts like he hates affection . But would whine if you pull away from his embrace because he secretly loves the way he can feel your soft heartbeat against his skin . There's something very intimate about that.

He wouldn't wanna admit it but he likes the softness of the moment and the comfort of being in each other's embrace. It makes him feel loved.

You kiss the tip of his nose before softly connecting your lips with his melting into a soft kiss . When you pull away you find his eyes darting away , anywhere except meeting yours.

You second-guess yourself before he nuzzles his nose in the skin of your neck burying his face in your skin .

"you good ?" You ask running your fingers through his soft hair .

"mhm" you feel him softly mumbling into your neck . Bathing into your scent. Still refusing to meet your eyes . "Gimme a second ." He says taking you aback for a second .

But then you take notice of the violent red color on his ears .

" Are you blushing tsuuki ? " You tease him . In response he tightens his arms around you mumbling a quiet "shut up ."

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ceijoh · 2 years

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why you’ve never doubted their love for you

relationship: multiple haikyuu boys x reader

content warnings: none

word count: 321

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will dance in the rain for you. they’re known for being rational, in fact they pride themselves on it. they’re logical, and they rely on facts rather than feelings. they’re the type of person to always bring an umbrella if there’s a grey cloud in the sky just in case. but seeing you out there, with your hand out and a bright grin on your face? how could they say no to you? so all logic goes out the window as they grab your hand and kiss you with all the love they can muster.

kita, sakusa, kuroo, kenma, ushijima, daichi, kuroo, tsukishima, akaashi, semi

has never taken his eyes off you. he’s a funny and charming guy, catching the eyes of everyone. he’s jovial, and he knows how to woo. his reputation built from the bits and pieces that paparazzi and rumours surround him shows that he’s a player. a new person on his arm every night. but what they don’t see is how when you walk into the room, his eyes are already on the door, even before you walk in. it’s like his body knows better than anything. his eyes are on you, always. no matter who’s in the room, or who wants his attention, it’s on you. if he could, you would be the only thing he would want to see. you’re his world, whatever else could he want to see?

oikawa, atsumu, suna, meian, ukai jr, mattsun, terushima, romero, gao, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya

knows the little thing you need. you have a particular coffee you like? it’s always on the kitchen table by the time you walk to the room. you mention that you like a particular brand of pen? they bought a whole box of them, and whenever you run out, there’s already one on your table. charges your phone or whatever you need. you made their life easier by being there for them every single day, so he wants to shows you he doesn’t take that lightly. thankful everyday that you chose him above all the others.

tsukishima, aone, osamu, iwaizumi, hirugami bros, barnes, yamaguchi, hanamaki, kageyama, gao, oikawa, hinata, tendou

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sunasjellyfruit · 7 months

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Designer!bf Tsukki

I already had this on my drafts NGL. Also, bringing this because my bestie is obsessed with this mean Blondie so I decided to surprise her.

Warnings: non that matter. Romance, fashion, bit of wedding talk.

Designer!bf Tsukki who met you during the Tokyo fashion week. He invites you to a party that is celebrated after the runway and you, who were invited there by a friend, had no idea of how to be around those people in such a weird situation. However, Tsukki notices and rapidly drags you out of the place (so you don't feel uncomfortable).

Designer!bf Tsukki who starts asking you in order to know you better, and soon discovers that even if you have no relationship with the fashion world, you have an amazing fashion sense.

From then on, your relationship started to grow stronger and closer, as he trusts you most of his designs, asking for your opinion and even inviting you to relevant events with influential people.

Designer!bf Tsukki who confesses one night, claiming that you're his muse, his inspiration, his source of new ideas.

Designer!bf Tsukki who, once you start dating and people start wondering who you are, (and even if he won't hide your relationship) leaves it up to you whether you want to explain anything to the media or not.

Designer!bf Tsukki who, at some point of your relationship, offers you to be his model, and if you agree he'll make an entire collection just for you; you're his star.

Designer!bf Tsukki who has to travel a lot due to his job, so you two usually spend long periods of time apart from each other. In those occasions he makes sure to bring you something from each new place; sometimes it's a mug, a post-card, in special occasions a brand new fashion item (a pair of fancy stilettos, some jewellery...)

At some point the media attempts to get into your relationship, writing about you and who you are, exposing photos of him with other women (work partners from the fashion industry)... And even if you know most of it are inventions and lies from magazines and the media, Tsukki makes sure to leave every situation clear with you.

Designer!bf Tsukki who, now that he has finally fallen in love (quite hard) is not going to let lies from the outside get into his relationship.

Designer!bf Tsukki who is a bit like a sugar daddy, but with feelings involved. You know.

Designer!bf Tsukki who is probably not a big fan o PDA (public demonstrations of affection). Will hold your hand, but kisses are only in semi-public or private spaces. His "mean-look" is enough not to let any other man approach you if they have any interest.

Designer!bf Tsukki who is dominant and powerful, and he's not gonna share his partner.

For Designer!bf Tsukki you are his muse, so after quite some time together (let's say, a year or two) he asks you to participate on his runways, being the main model. After all, the clothes are made for you, so you're the most shining star in the show.

Designer!bf Tsukki who gets very emotional the night he asks you to marry him, probably on a special date.

Designer!bf Tsukki who prepares everything with anticipation, but ends up getting nervous and improvising, which made you chuckle through the entire speech.

Designer!bf Tsukki who insists on designing your bride dress, but you reject the idea reminding him that then the unique effect of seeing you as a bride would lose its effects.

Designer!bf Tsukki who ends up agreeing with the condition that he gets to choose the designer. Yes, a personal designer.

Designer!bf Tsukki who just wants the fest for the person who enlights his life and career.

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junosmindpalace · 10 months

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it’s practically routine for you and tsukishima to go on errand dates, each one a little adventure for the two of you.

it’s something you’ve been doing since high school, really, when you couldn’t stand the thought of doing some boring chores your parents sent you out on, and so you begged and pleaded over the phone for tsukishima to join you. he begrudgingly caved in, and from there it became habit to constantly invite one another out on errands. he needed to run some errands for his mom, too, he used to tell you. he may as well just tag along. though it wasn’t often untrue, it was a common excuse he used to disguise just how often he accompanied you.

even as adults with an apartment you share rent for and two years of officially dating he still tended to make excuses. but you knew each other well, and tsukishima wasn’t as shy to admitting that he simply wanted to come along just because. sometimes he didn’t mind being your chauffeur, driving you and your shopping bags to each of your destinations-- with the exception that he got to choose the music in the car.

he was pretty helpful to have around, too. always helping you get the best price for the things you needed, always giving you his logical based opinion on whether or not you should get something, face scrunching up in annoyance when you’d disregard it and opt for the latter of whatever he suggested.

you took turns pushing the cart or holding the shopping crate, and he stayed close to your side unless something caught his eye. it was quite a cliché sight when tsukishima would be flipping through one of the pocket books near the stationary aisle, only to turn up at the sound of struggling and clattering and find his partner carrying whatever sort of junk (in his words) caught your eye, debating whether or not you should get it (and to your great dismay, he always said no).

he’d read off the joint shopping list the two of you wrote as you went through each aisle, leaning over your shoulder to check the quality and price of each item. he was a smart shopper, which is why it was nice to have him around while you did your errands.

he’d pass you items to bag at the checkout, and then would reach for the lighter ones, telling you that you’d have to heave the heavier ones. yet the moment you reached for them, he wordlessly handed over his own and stepped in front of you to carry the heavier ones. you’d grumble at him, saying you could’ve done so yourself, filled with a sudden determination to prove yourself even though hauling the heavier bags to the car wasn’t all that pleasant a thought, while he’d scoff with a smile. “sure you can.”

often times this also led to a ton of recreational shopping, picking through rows of vinyls in crates in an old music store, or browsing the different video games and merchandise at the nearest game store. he’d smile at your deflated expression when he’d tell you that it would be best to wait until an item you wanted went on sale, ruffling your hair and even promising that he’d be the one to pay when the time came. but really it was just an excuse for him to buy it himself and surprise you with it later.

and after your fruitful shopping trip, you treated yourselves to a fulfilling meal from a restaurant tsukishima found in the area, talking face to face either about an aspect of your trip or day under yellow-tinted table lights.

and though you used to dread running errands because of how boring they could be, having tsukishima with you made you actually look forward to the quality time and all the new stores the two of you could visit together.

#another scrap as i frantically work through my requests #i still have a few more exams too...groaning #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq oneshot #kei tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima oneshot #kei tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei oneshot #tsukishima kei fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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Sincerly Yours,

tsukishima kei; angst

“If you're reading this, my worst fear must have happened.”

Rain mocks Tsukishima as it slithers from the roof of his tinted car down to the steep glass that separates him from the rest of the world. The events tonight are heavy, leaving a wrenching pain in his chest even though he had everything planned. Emotions and reason are quantified and rationalized and yet he did not expect to feel this way, not when he’s reading a letter from you–the one you gave him before you left the cafe.

“Ironically, I wrote this at my happiest moment with you. You’re sitting across from me in the living room, my feet on your thighs as you busy yourself with a newly purchased book. You don’t even notice me looking at you and smiling like an idiot in love. Well, that is true. I am an idiot for loving you.”

Tsukishima couldn’t remember the last time he had a hard time reading words. Every phrase numbs his senses, losing control over his trembling hands, and restricting his air ways making it hard for him to breathe. All he could focus on is the prickling sensation on his palms and his racing heartbeat. Why are you always so unpredictable?

“You burnt your tongue on a miso soup I made tonight. It was my first attempt to recreate your mother’s speciality and you were so excited to critique that you missed my warning. You cussed in different languages at the sudden burn and I couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes I forget that deep within you rests an innocent child. I want to take care of you; of course, for as long as you allow me. Tell me, do you remember today?”

Unable to hold it in, Tsukishima chokes on his tears. His pale cold hands cupping his mouth as if to swallow back his sobs. The memory of you in his apartment, wearing an apron way too large for your size and the determined look on your face, eager to woo him with your amateur cooking skills. How could he forget? You looked ridiculous as you complained about the confusing cooking instructions on google. He snuck a photo of you in his small kitchen, your back to his as you take a sip from the wooden ladle. It was his wallpaper for the next three months. How could he forget? How could he forget the first time he wished for a future with someone. Waking up next to you every day, warm showers together, and falling asleep in each other’s arms. He was never this way with anyone before.

“Why didn’t we make it?"

Tsukishima wallows in despair, tucking the letter away to the dashboard. His forehead meets with the steering wheel, body forfeiting on the burden of breaking up. His hand clutches onto the paper tightly as though he was holding your hand, afraid that losing grip will slip you away.

“Was I not enough? Was being with me not enough to make you happy? I always tell you to pursue happiness even if it means leaving important yet unhealthy things in your life. Perhaps, in your present day, I am one of them. I’ll never blame you for ending things. You might think how could I be so sure that you’ll be the one to break us up? I have never told you this, at least from the time I wrote this, with you I have always been certain. I want to grow old with you. But things turned out differently for the both of us, didn't they? Even so, thank you and for the last time, I love you, Kei.”

He tosses his glasses to the seat next to him, pressing the pads of fingers on the socket of his eyes. “Stop.” He utters between sobs. The rain has now completely framed the windows of his car. The loud pouring on the metal hood silences the rustling city. He’s alone, listening to his pointless wails.

“Sincerely Yours,”

a/n: writing with my uterus. ah i miss writing angst.

masterlist | hq.list

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229zmi · 1 year

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NOTE EXCHANGE

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei/Reader

CONTENT: note-passing, reader calls tsukishima babygirl

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

You remember the first time you saw Tsukishima. It was during one of his volleyball practices; you were simply taking a stroll when you noticed the door to the gym building was wide open and then decided to adhere to your human instinct that was nosiness by sticking your head inside. Though you weren’t — and still aren’t — well-acquainted with the mechanics of volleyball or whatever, he looked pretty cool the one (1) time you witnessed him block the ball before you hurried away to the nearest vending machine to bully some snacks out of it.

Then you remember talking to him for the first time — or rather, attempting to. Really, you try not to think about the interaction that much because it gives you second-hand embarrassment looking back on your past self, who, you aren’t sure how but somehow, had developed something of a crush on Tsukishima. (Ew! Yuck! Blegh!)

“Excuse me?” you whispered to him. He sat only a few feet away in front of you, so you figured he’d be able to hear you just fine, and if he was any closer, you were sure he’d be able to hear your heartbeat racing. “Could you help me with this question, I don’t und—“

Without even sparing a glance at you, Tsukishima replied curtly, interrupting the middle of your sentence, “Ms. Sato would be more than willing to help you.”

You cringed a bit but quickly recovered as much of your dignity as you could and did as told, standing up from your desk. He seems to think he’s the shit for whatever reason, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the teacher’s table. What an insufferable scrub, you continued to bitterly muse.

But next you remember, a few weeks later, being assigned as partners for some project in school and visiting his house to work on said project. You remember meeting his family, how you were greeted with such great hospitality that it almost made you queasy; remember the days where you’d prolonged your stay for so long that his mom made him walk you home just to be safe and eventually the days where you were invited over even when there was no longer a project to work on.

You remember when everything finally clicked into place, when he was no longer an insufferable scrub to you and you were no longer like a rash on his arm, a stressful presence in his life, as Tsukishima so kindly told you once, that stayed around just because of the fact that his mom thought you were kind of funny.

The word relationship tasted strange on your tongue for the longest time, but you got over it anyway.

And now you’re in class, sharing AirPods — one in your ear and the other in his. In your ideal world, you would’ve been sharing wired earbuds, perhaps on a bus or train, to fulfill your Pinterest couple dreams, but given the two of you are in the middle of a lesson, you suppose that this is as romantic it’s gonna get.

Even so, you fixate your eyes on him, giving him a placid stare as the new song blares in your ear. Tsukishima, for some reason, pretends not to notice this, deciding to instead focus on writing down notes.

In a moment of silent rage, you tear off a large piece of your notebook paper and begin scribbling something on it. Once you decide you’re done, you crush it into a ball, extend your arm outward to your right, and drop the note on Tsukishima’s desk, all while making intense eye contact with the words written on the chalkboard up front as if that indicates you’re paying attention. You’re only lucky that the teacher’s attention isn’t on the class at the moment.

Tentatively, Tsukishima flattens the piece of paper out of its wrinkles with the palm of his hand, smoothing it once and then twice before reading its contents.

Can you change the song plz ♡ xoxo [Y/N]

He glances back at you, giving you a questioning look. You’re not sure why because you think your message was clear enough by itself. Regardless, you respond by pointing to your ear, distaste written all across your face. Tsukishima’s gaze doesn’t waver until you blow him a silent yet dramatic kiss.

Trying his best to ignore the immediate reddening of the tips of his ears, he writes something down in response to your note. After a few moments, he crumples the paper and tosses it onto your desk in a much more discreet manner than the way you did it.

Why?

Not too long passes before you send it back.

This song is an earsore ♡♡

Forgetting for a brief moment that he’s in class, he audibly sighs. The teacher shoots him a glare, which he ignores.

Not that I don’t agree with you, but I can’t change the song right now. My phone is in my backpack. It’ll be too obvious.

Booooo you SUCK!!!! ♡♡♡

You’re going to eventually fill up the page if you keep adding so many hearts.

Live with it babygirl my love for you has no limits ♡

You carefully watch his reaction as he reads your last message. Finally, with another annoyed sigh, he reaches into his backpack, and a couple more seconds pass when you hear the beginning of a new song.

Don’t say things like that. You were right though, that song was getting unbearable.

No you changed it cuz you love me ♡♡♡

His reply arrives after some minutes, for no apparent reason.

Maybe. ♥︎

You look up and Tsukishima’s smiling at you — faintly, but it’s definitely there, vanishing off his face almost as soon as you see it. Perhaps you’re still like a stressful rash on his arm, but if he has to be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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TSUKISHIMA KEI, THE TUTOR !

when y/n’s figure ice skating career is in danger, because of how bad her grades are, tsukishima is willing to tutor the girl until her dream will be safe again.

notes: tsukishima kei x oikawa!reader, younger sister, fem!reader. ice skater!reader. have i told you how much do i love iceskating. also reply sth if you want to be in my taglist!

one things tsukishima knew about you, even before you two got together, was that you were incredibly similar to your brother when it came to engagement in sports. oikawa being extremely obsessive and trying top everything that includes volleyball, and your eagerness to top every single jump in a day or the same obsession, but with ice-skating.

sometimes, he felt compassion for your parents, two out of three children (he wasn’t so sure about that since he never met your older sister) somehow passing each year with their full focus on their athletic career. and sometimes it was funny to see how obsessed both of you were, yet so successful.

there were many things, you’d give up for your brother, but when shiratorizawa offered you a scholarship, you couldn’t refuse, even if it hurt your brother to the point where he refused to talk to you for a few weeks. one of the best high schools in miyagi with the absolutely best ice-skating programme, built-in ice rink, and the best teachers in japan. it was a chance you couldn’t let go.

watching you ice skate was one of tsukishima’s favorite after school activities. he would take an hour-long ride to see you on the rink for at least a few minutes. the blonde boy wouldn’t admit it, but helping you with stretching out, or recording your jumps, so you could watch it over, and over again, was just as satisfying as when he blocked wakatoshi’s spike.

so when you called him in the middle of his school day, barely breathing and said that you might lose both scholarship, and a place at shiratorizawa, because of how terrible you were with your studies (mostly ‘cause of your focus on skating), he knew there wasn’t a single scenario in the world, where he wouldn’t help you.

not only, because he was already so whipped for you, but also because you deserved everything that would help you out in pursuing your dreams and career. you’ve already made so many sacrifices that you couldn’t just leave in the middle, and tsukishima wasn’t the person, who would stand in the way of your happiness.

“i’m not your boyfriend for nothing, right? i’ll help you.” he replied, cutting you off as you panicked, imagining every possible scenario in your head. “i’ll make sure no one will take the scholarship from you, try to breathe, okay?”

Every time he had tutored you, you weren’t able to focus. your eyes would always wander around his face, flustering the shit out of your boyfriend at the same time. keeping your focus off him seemed like a crime, and you weren’t a criminal.

however, this time was supposed to be different, your career was on stake, and tsukishima wasn’t the one who would let you let it down, you weren’t the one as well. ever since the day, when dad took you and oikawa skating, you knew it was your thing, so tossing aside classes and homework to stay a minute longer on the ice-rink wasn’t the worst thing.

when the clock hit 8 in the evening, and your entire body gave up on another jumps, you finally took off skates with an additional help of your boyfriend, who untied them. his hand hung loosely around your shoulders as you walked towards your dad’s car.

“hello, mr. oikawa.” tsukishima greeted your father, opening the door for you. “would you mind if i stay overnight? y/n-san needs a little help with her studies.” he asked politely, a smile rosed on your dad’s face as he nodded.

“thank you.” you let out, exhausted. your head resting on his shoulder with the accompaniment of dim outside, and hushed music from the radio. you got to your house half an hour later, and in the meantime you decided that your boyfriend would stay for the whole weekend since the upcoming exams of yours were supposed to happen on monday.

you sat on your bed, starting off with maths, which surprisingly seemed to be the easiest for you, books surrounding you two as you groaned, falling onto the mattress. “we wouldn’t have to be here if you actually took care of your grades, remember?” he looked at you, eyebrows knitted together.

“i can’t do this.” you whined, hands on top of your faces, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. it took you ten seconds to get over the little breakdown. “give me another exercise.” you stayed up till two, with a little break for something to eat.

as a reward, you finally got to kiss him as he refused to let you for almost all day, pulling back whenever you leaned to give him a smooch. his hands cupped your, bruised from falling, hips, pulling you as close as he only could. his soft lips moved against his, and you sigh, making him smile, because it feels too good to be kissing him after such a tiring experience.

his hands fell lower on your bare thighs, caressing small circles on your skin. your fingers ruffling through his hair, pulling on them sometimes. the kiss would probably last waaaaay longer, if it wasn’t for tōru, who barged into your room.

“fuck, can’t you two behave?” your brother rolled your eyes at you, grabbing something from your desk, not even sparing you a glare (thank god). “hands off her, i already have a nephew, and don’t need another one.” he remarked, cocking his head to the side. “oh, fumiko will drop off takeru tomorrow.”

“can’t you knock?” you replied, frowning as you watched him, leaning on the door frame. “what? i have to study, i can’t fail the exams or i will lose my place at school.”

“excuse me, what?”

“we have it under control, can you go now, please?” you pleaded, cheeks burning hot, after his comment on making a nephew. when he finally left (after another five minutes of teasing you, of course), you yawned, and focused yourself on the blonde boy next to you.

he swiftly switched off the light, laid down, and waited for you to cling to his side before drifting to sleep way too fast, as you always did. “night, love you.” you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

the next two days were exactly the same as the friday evening. tōru took over your shift, as you called it, with takeru, so you and tsukishima could spend more time studying japanese literature and english. when the time of his visit at your house, came to the end, you were a mess, stressing out that the weekend wasn’t enough, and you needed more time to learn something more.

“you’ll do great, okay? i know that.” his fingers held your chin, making you look at him. “you don’t need to worry about it, call me as soon as you know the results, okay?” you nodded, letting him kiss you for the last time, before you bid goodbyes.

he was in the middle of the morning practice, when yachi called for him, his phone in her hand and an incoming call showed on the screen. he excused himself to pick up, and the first thing he heard was-

“I PASSED MATHS!” you shouted through the speaker, your tone so happy that he smiled involuntarily. “but i gotta go, four exams left, call you later, love you.” and before he even got to say i love you back, you hung up the phone.

“what was that, tsukishima-san?” sugawara asked, when the boy stepped into the gymnasium again. “something happened?” he inquired kindly, a worried expression on his face.

“no, no. my girlfriend passed an exam she studied hard for.” he shrugged, not noticing the reactions of his teammates upon hearing the word girlfriend. “shiratorizawa have exams mid-year?” yamaguchi, who seemed to be the only one that knew about kei’s relationship, frowned.

“it’s for the scholarships or something, school wanted to take the scholarship from her since she has shitty grades.” it was one of the first times others witnessed that kind of openness from him, but he could never shut up when it came to talking about you.

“your girlfriend’s a scholarship at shiratorizawa?” kageyama asked, his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to process the information he just received. “oikawa-san’s your girlfriend?”

“the ice-skater?” someone uttered. “the great king has a sister, and she’s your girlfriend? that’s so cool!” hinata exclaimed out of sudden. “you should invite her here sometimes.” someone chimed in.

“she barely has any time, she has a competition soon, so she rarely leaves the ice rink.” he spoke out, before daichi cut off the conversation, before they got back to the practice.

when you finally left the classroom after the last exam, you were on cloud nine, making your way towards the train stop to get to karasuno as soon as possible. you were too ecstatic about passing that you could have a day off training to surprise your boyfriend.

it was already afternoon, when you arrived at the location. the volleyball club was having another practice, so you headed to the gym, the direction showed by one of the students. you peaked your head out through the door, and grinned at tsukishima when he noticed you.

“i aced japanese lit!” you exclaimed quietly, feeling the eyes of his teammates on your back. “so i thought you’d maybe like to go eat something tasty with me after the practice?” you beamed.

“what if you went with me and the guys somewhere? then you could stay overnight, akiteru goes to sendai tomorrow morning, he can drop you off.” he suggested, tugging a stray of your hair behind your ear. you nodded, happily.

“sooo, we’re on the stage where i meet your friends?” you chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

“sure we are.”

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