Tumgik
#tsukki imagines
lookingforlia · 1 year
Text
Tsukishima x reader
Fluff , comfort
Tsukki having a crush on you, jealous tsukishima.
Tumblr media
Your best friend Kuro's steps halt's for a moment when he spots you just going on another day , getting lunch on a random bench around the campus. Lost in your own thoughts and eyes stuck on the notebook sitting Infront of you.
"well hi there. " He says casually jogging towards you . Your return the greeting with a soft smile.
It doesn't escape the boy sitting beside you you're sharing earphones with. Even Kuroo sweats the way Tsukishima's eyes snaps up at him . You don't even have to look at him to know exact same what salty expression he's giving for Kuro to suddenly be so nervous . He thinks you have no clue . But ow you do.
But how can he not. You guys were having a moment. Cutesy love songs playing in his phone , from the playlist he specially made for you. But now he can't tell you that can he.
He sits giving Kuro dilivering the same salty expression until the poor boy gets uncomfortable enough to call ends to the smalltalk he put up with you and walks away with excuses of club activities .
He sighs out loud , not hiding from you his distaste for the boy . But ow you know . He thinks you don't , but he's bad at lying when you get to know him.
"why did you have to do that ?"
"do what ?"
"scare him off. "
He scoffs at the interrogation . He knows he can't lie to you . He doesn't want to , but he has to mask it with something. Because there's no way he would let that be . "why is he your type ?"
"Nope ." You answer without delays.
"what's your type then ? Brunettes? Mussles ? "
You smile at him for a second before replying. "Nope , I like tall blonds with brown eyes. "
The effect of the words is very visible. Tsukishima's face goes bright red eyes widening comically . And he turns his head away to stare at his phone . He doesn't say other word until the break is over. But he doesn't have to. You already know.
Tsukishima likes you too.
349 notes · View notes
certifiedsev · 1 year
Text
HAIKYUU BOYS TYPE IN S/O’S
-
-
-
-
……………………………………………………………………
kenma:
- needs someone who can be both a dom and sub in the relationship
- a patient person with good taste in music
- obviously someone who’s into video games just as much or even more than he is
- an artist
- someone with good management and/or editing skills cuz he would more than likely make his s/o his social media manager or editor
……………………………………………………………………
-
-
-
-
……………………………………………………………………
hinata:
- He would want someone who mirrors his personality
- someone who’s very charismatic and outgoing
- an s/o who is tough and has a “fighter” personality so they can stick up for him(even when he doesn’t want them to)
- someone really book smart
- probably into taller girls but doesn’t really have a preference
……………………………………………………………………
-
-
-
-
……………………………………………………………………
Tsukki:
- He has a preference for tall s/o’s
- girls who are geeks and/or have a weird obsession with a show or character
- someone who’s not as smart and sarcastic as him so he can bully them
- He would want an s/o that plays sports (preferably volleyball or track)
- someone who’s extremely chill and laid back so they can handle all of his sarcastic comments
……………………………………………………………………
-
-
-
-
……………………………………………………………………
Kuroo:
- he would want a sarcastic ass s/o
- definitely would want a cheerleader (preferably the captain cuz yk he’s Kuroo)
- into younger but shorter people
- he would like someone who’s bossy and jokingly rude but a sweet person on the inside
……………………………………………………………………
239 notes · View notes
taeyamayang · 2 years
Note
PEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CONGRATS ON 800!! : DDDDD THATS SO COOL AND IM SO PROUD ITS SO DESERVED!!
for the event ill do tsukishima (hehe ofc) and "do you even love me anymore" so like, kinda angst to fluff if that's fine!! you can add some sarcasm at the end if you want because im a sarcastic person when it comes to serious stuff (ofc after it's been resolved, im not that mean)
congrats again!! ❤️
KALE!!! AHHHH IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU HERE!
you are so sweet 😭 you're proud of me? 😭 im sooooft :(
i hope you like this, it's a bit angsty as you suggested but i hope the fluff in the end gives you comfort! thank you for joining my dearest kale ♡
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
join the event!
200 notes · View notes
hazyilluminations · 2 years
Text
You
It was a huge surprise for everyone, especially for the volleyball team, that you and Tsukishima got pretty well along. However, it wasn't that much of a surprise for you.
You were in the same class. He sat behind you, what caused the first, in the beginning, forced interactions. You are a bit absent-minded, so, it was in order for you to forget an eraser or a pen, or even a book. He was practically forced to spare some for you. In a month, he was already holding a pen, or a pencil, before you even turned completely to face him and asked for it. To Yamaguchi's surprise, Tsuki did not mind it at all.
As the time passed, you bonded over music, and your ridiculous attempts to make him smile. You made every other day a rebus out of dinosaurs names, with some stupidly hilarious, as you thought, fact. Sometimes you misspelled some horribly long dinosaur name, but you put efforts into it and, by the end of the summer, knew the most known names by heart.
"Hey! Look what I got for you!", you smiled with the brightest smile, turning to him after the class ended.
"Ah, not again… could you just stop. This is exhausting", he started, frowning and, at the same time, holding his palm open for what you've got.
"This entertains you! You can't prove me wrong! I have spoken!", you put a small dinosaur printed paper in his hand, slightly touching his long pianist fingers, freezing for a moment, hypnotized by the gentle touch.
"Your fingers are just…wow, you know?", you blurted out, without even thinking. — "I wish I could have so delicate fingers".
"What is wrong with your fingers? Why are you even thinking of such stuff?", he spoke, not pulling his gaze from the rebus. — "You misspelled the…".
"No, I didn't", you were so proud of yourself. — "I did my homework, so, bask in my glory, you nerdy Dinodork!".
"You do understand, that it is an insult. I could probably report it, and you would get a detention", he smirked.
"Fine. Do it. I don't mind. But don't call me at midnight to share your new on repeat song, I won't answer", you pouted, —"And don't even expect me to bake you the most delicious strawberry shortcake for your birthday".
"Yeah, yeah. Come on. Daichi-san wanted you to help out today, since Yachi-san is absent", rolling his eyes at your antics, he took your bag and went through the door.
"You are one of a stingy guy", you mumbled, having no choice, but to follow him.
The next day, something was off. He felt absolutely dumbfounded, as you were quite, and, it seemed, upset with something.
The big break started, but you stayed still, unlike every other day, just looking out of the window
"Is something wrong with Y/n?", Yamaguchi was worried too.
"How could I know?".
"Well…".
"It was a rhetorical question, Yamaguchi".
"Sorry, Tsukki".
In the midst of the thought process, they saw some girl coming to you.
"Hey, Y/n. Could you share your notes? I am completely out today", she seemed to be friendly. — "Y/n! Hello! Earth is calling".
"Em… Yeah. Sorry. I was spacing out", you faintly smiled at her. — "Here".
The girl sat in front of you and started to copy your notes.
"Oh! Your notes are so neat, I envy", she giggled, then she stopped talking and took your hand, observing it for a minute, – "I don't understand why Yoshioka is bothering you about your fingers. Just look at them, they are so delicate and stunning. That is why you have so clean and cute handwriting. Don't mind her! She is just jealous or something".
That's it! That is what was bothering you for the past week, Tsukishima concluded. That is why you were talking about fingers in the first place.
"It is so lame", he thought to himself, "Your fingers are perfectly fine, you stupid", he mumbled.
"Did you say something, Tsuki?", Yamaguchi asked, chewing his launch.
"Nothing", Tsukishima answered and looked through the window, just to distract himself of sudden affection towards you.
Time passed, and it was already the end of the day.
"Y/n-san, could you help us out today too?", Yamaguchi asked you with a joy voice, as he was trying hard to cheer you up.
"I…", you wanted to say no.
"I'll even allow you to bandage my majestic fingers", Tsukishima teased you, still thinking it was stupid of you to overthink the opinion of some dumb person.
"I'll pass, your Majesty", you bit your lower lip and started to pack the bag.
He understood, that he went too far.
"Y/n. We need your help… Please", he regretted his teasing instantly.
"Fine, just could you stop picking on me, at least, for today".
"Yeah. As you wish".
With that being said, the three of you went to the gym. The whole way, Tsukishima side eyed you, thinking on the reason, why in the world, he was so patient and compliant with you.
"I'm gonna get changed", you took him out of his thinking process.
"Wh? Yeah, sure", he stumbled a bit.
Yamaguchi wanted so bad to point it out to his best friend, but spared him, chuckling to himself at how obvious his friend was.
The training was going smooth. If you could call smooth the constant bickering between Hinata and Kageyama. Tsukishima, on the other hand, was quite, unexpectedly. Not a single harsh comment towards the freaky duo or Noya.
During the pause, he asked you to help him to bandage his right hand. Politely. How could you say no.
You silently sat in front of him, took gently his hand and started to wrap his fingers with a plaster. He was observing your features and gestures.
"There is nothing wrong with your fingers", he spoke in a low tone.
"What?", you got back to your consciousness.
"Don't pretend you didn't hear", Tsukishima tried to sound blunt as usual.
"Um, thank you? Why are you bringing that up, all of a sudden?".
"I thought you didn't care about what people think. Don't disappoint me".
"Oh, wow. It is when I thought Tsukishima Kei can be compassionate. Thank you for bringing me back to reality", you furiously entangled his fingers with plaster. — "Dork!".
"Wha?! Y/n, what the heck?", he tried to catch you by the hand, but failed, as his fingers were deadly stuck.
You approached team captain with a frown on your face.
'Is everything alright, Y/n-san', Daichi asked with a concerned tone.
"Yeah, I feel a bit dizzy. Is it ok if I go home earlier?".
"Yes, sure. Do you need someone to walk you home?".
"No. No… I am not going to faint. Just a headache. Thank you for worrying", you bowed and went straight out of the gym.
It was the first call for the both of you. Someone needed to accept the growing feelings, before it would become a total mess.
You, somehow, with a helping hand of Yamaguchi, worked the plaster situation out, and, returned to your friendly-but-not-exactly-friendly relationship.
"So, what do you want for your birthday?", you asked on your way home, one week before his birthday.
"Nothing in particular. Why?".
"Hello! It'll be your birthday and I want to give you a present, that you will actually use".
"Who told you, that you will be invited?".
"I didn't say I want to invade your dinosaur lair", you hissed, pouting.
"Who said I want a gift from you?", he just couldn't stop, exploring your limits. He found it astonishingly adorable, the way you curled your lips, when you were angry. The way you furrowed the brows, trying to hold yourself and not to snap, seemed to him the most entertaining sight.
He was so in his thoughts, that he didn't notice you weren't following him. He turned to see you walking in the opposite direction.
"What are you doing?", he was forced to raise his voice.
"Why do you care? I am no one. Just keep going", you couldn't control your frustration and just gave up on trying.
"What's gotten into you?", Tsukishima was confused by the sudden change in your behavior.
"Why are you always like this? Why do you always need to be so…", you struggled with finding the appropriate word, that won't destroy your relationship completely.
"So what?".
"Never mind. If you don't want me as your friend, you can just say it. It will hurt, but no that much, as listening to your harsh comments now and then, when I feel insecure or just have a bad day. I'd better go. Don't want to tell something I will regret".
He watched your silhouette fading behind the trees.
"Who told you I want to be your friend in the first place", putting his headphones on, he walked home, cursing to himself for not being able to confess like every other guy would do.
You didn't speak to each other the whole week. Neither of you wanted even to start the conversation. Poor Yamaguchi was heartbroken to watch his friends burning the bridges.
"Tsuki, you need to do something".
"Why?".
"Because…", he took a deep breath, - "because you obviously like Y/n. So, stop ignoring it".
"Like I could do something. This tiny human being is irrationally stubborn", Tsukishima rubbed the bridge of his nose, like he had the most terrible headache.
"Well, at least, you admitted you like this stubborn tiny human being", Yamaguchi giggled, trying to console his friend.
Tsukishima got extremely lucky, as on his birthday he had an appointment and didn't go to school. He was content of not being jumped around by his teammates. The only thing he regretted were you.
He had a little birthday routine at home and went to bed, with headphones on, to read a new book. He checked his phone several times. Clicked his tongue in disappointment, that you didn't even bother to send a message. Then checked it one more time and put the book on the side table. He tried to take a nap, as nothing, even his favorite music, helped him to shake those annoying thoughts about you. He was about to beat the pillow up, when he heard the doorbell.
"Kei, could you come down for a moment, there is someone, who wants to see you", he heard his mother calling him.
His mind went blurry, and he couldn't calm down his pounding heart.
He went down and there were you.
Standing by the door, with an apologetic, a bit of sad expression, with a neatly wrapped box in your shaky hands.
A moment of silent awkwardness filled the room. He rubbed the back of his neck, not wanting to blurt out something, that will push you away even more.
"I just wanted to give you this", you couldn't bear the silence any longer, – "I bought it three months ago, so… you can throw it or sell it if you don't want it".
He observed the way you were fiddling with your perfectly fine fingers. At that very moment, he understood, that the feeling he felt, was mutual. You have never been close emotionally to any other than him, you shared some really private thoughts and worries, you accepted his antics and the most important, you made him feel happy, to the point he could be. This revelation put him at ease.
"I'm sorry".
"What?", you were taken aback by his statement.
"Stay", and he held his hand out.
You looked at him, still trying to process the new reality.
"I want my gift", he looked at you with curiosity.
"Ok", you almost squeaked.
"Pfft", he couldn't hold his laughter.
"Why are you laughing?", you wanted to punch him so badly, you came with a present, and he was laughing.
"Because you look annoyingly adorable", he took the box and turned to the stairs, – "Aren't you coming?".
"Why?".
"Don't you want to see my reaction, when I open your gift. I bet you spent hours picking out the wrap paper and days, trying to wrap it".
You bit the inner side of your cheek. He was damn right. You wanted so bad to see his reaction, and you deserved it. So, you took your boots off and went upstairs.
He followed, smiling.
You have already been in his room. This time everything felt a bit different, though.
You sat on the floor near the low table. He put the box on the table and started to unwrap it.
"Wait!", you screamed, deafening Tsukishima.
"What happened?", he was shocked, but not to the point of complaining.
"I have something", you took another box, much smaller than the one with the gift, – "I didn't feel like baking the whole strawberry shortcake. But then I felt guilty, because I promised it", you were talking too fast, but he adored it, every moment of it.
"Ouch. You broke the promise. It hurts", he even made a sad face.
"You are a dork, Kei", you blurted, not thinking, – "Oh, I am sorry, I shouldn't".
"It is fine. Just don't call me Tsukki. Please", he put his chin on the palm, looking straight into your eyes, – "So, what is in the tiny box from a tiny person?".
You stuck your tongue.
"It is a birthday cupcake. It is strawberry flavored and backed by me".
"Do you hate me that much?", he teased, and it was his turn to stick out the tongue.
"I don't hate you, you know it. It is quite the opposite", your cheeks flushed with an adorable shade of pink, "So, this is your cake with a birthday candle. We light it up, and you make a wish".
"Am I five?".
"No, you are 45, I would say. Grumpy and you certainly can't feel happiness from little things. Such a waste", you rolled your eyes at him.
"Now. Hurry up. The magic of birthday is going away with every minute you make that snarky little comments. Hurry, Kei-kun", you made your voice sound a bit cringy, yet very entertaining.
He wasn't particularly fond of candle blowing, but he didn't argue.
You were sitting in front of each other with the cupcake in the middle.
"I can wish whatever I want?", he asked.
"Yes. Anything".
"Even something selfish?".
"Well, yes, I suppose. What kind of question is that?", you quirked your eyebrow.
"Y/n, relax. I am just messing around", he smiled, and it was the sincerest one.
"Now. Shut up and wish something, that you want", you were eager to see his face, making a wish.
"You".
------------------------------------ ☾ --------------------------------------
Have a nice day, wherever you are!
Hana's track to complete the mood.
76 notes · View notes
amaya-writes · 2 years
Note
hii! congrats on 900!
Could I request smn from the event where its D from sfw + Tsukishima from hq where its like ur first date y'all go to a simple picnic :'))
Ask 28 for the Game: The Art of Seduction (Masterlist)
D - Dates (a specific type of date with them like first date or dinner date)
Notes: Does Japan even have dandelions? Idk lol I chose them because I was listening to dandelions by Ruth B. Also this was more of like the aftermath of the date rather than the actual date? But I hope you still liked it.
Warnings: n/a, just cute fluff
Characters involved: Tsukishima Kei
Gender-neutral reader, you/yours
A soft sigh fell from your lips as you leaned against the tree behind you, with your legs carefully spreading out diagonally so that you didn't accidentally kick the picnic basket the two of you had just repacked.
"Hey Kei?"
He hummed at your call, with the soft sound urging you to continue even as your gaze remained on the sky.
"I didn't take you for the kind who liked nature."
Tsukishima remained quiet for a bit, only replying once he too moved around to rest his back against the tree trunk.
"It's...peaceful."
His reply made you nod as you took in the blue sky and lush field the two of you had spent that afternoon in, tuning in to the light buzz of bees and rustle of branches swaying in the wind.
"And pretty."
Yet another hum left him as you felt Kei come closer to you, with his hand moving to play with the string of the bracelet you wore.
"You like nature?"
"Yeah."
A soft smile graced your lips as you stared at the clusters of flowers, bushes, and trees dotting the horizon of the field, too busy taking note of the butterflies fluttering near the plants to notice the soft look Tsukishima sent you.
"What about flowers?"
His voice almost dropped to a whisper as he spoke, as if he was afraid of breaking your little moment.
The change made you lean back further against the tree and shut your eyes as you allowed yourself a moment of serenity, choosing to reply in a voice that was as low as his own.
"Yeah. I like flowers."
Your response made him nod, with yet another question leaving him almost instantly.
"And dandelions?"
"What about them?"
You turned to face him as you retorted, but the light blush on his cheeks stopped you from pressing further lest you were willing to risk ruining the moment.
"Do you like dandelions?"
Your eyebrows automatically furrowed as you mulled over the question before once again replying with one of your own.
"Why dandelions?"
Tsukishima shrugged, with the nonchalant action suddenly seeming tense as he stopped fiddling with your bracelet and instead moved to curl a strand of your hair around his finger.
"You had one tucked in your hair last week."
Oh.
The confession only made your grin widen, but even so, you chose to refrain from teasing him and ruining the moment, instead turning back towards the front and shutting your eyes as you once again tuned in to the blissful sound of nature.
The two of you remained like that for a bit, with his hand now resting in your lap while you reigned in your urges to squeal and coo at his cuteness.
"Yeah, I suppose I do like them."
There was a soft rustle of fabric beside you, one that made you peel your right eye open to squint at the boy nervously fidgeting by your side.
"Here."
The simple word made you turn towards him yet again, but this time your gaze evaded his to instead focus on the small cluster of flowers he held in his hands.
And not just any flowers, but dandelions that were tied together with a white ribbon.
For a moment you simply remained silent, simply staring at the flowers and occasionally flickering your gaze between them and your newly made boyfriend's face.
It was only when his agitation became increasingly prominent that you leaned forward to place a small peck on his lips with your hand moving to wrap around his, an action that only worsened the blush on his cheeks.
"Thank you, Kei."
And dandelions had never quite been your type, yet when you stared into those golden-brown eyes, you found that they had now become your favourite flower.
103 notes · View notes
temeyes · 6 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
my darling tsukki!
813 notes · View notes
kairismess · 4 months
Note
hii!!could you make something ab tsukishima taking care of sick reader?? i love your posts <3
let me fuss over you, dummy. — tsukishima kei x sick!reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
🏐 genre: fluff ~ !
✒️ word count: 376
💭 summary: tsukki was never one to shower you with his attention, until you get sick and he's forced to show just how much he truly cares about you.
🍥 author's note: i'm sick rn actually woah ,, hoping u liked this though anon !! <333
Tumblr media
tsukishima kei, your aloof and sarcastic lover that doesn't usually choose to avidly show you his affections, and very little does he show you an overwhelming amount of attention... but that facade of his immediately shifts his mood to a complete 180 when he notices you feeling a little under the weather.
tsukishima kei, who keeps his salty demeanor up and asks you in a seemingly nonchalant voice, "what's up with you?" he might sound like a bastard as always, but internally, he's deeply worried about what's come over you and how you're feeling right now.
tsukishima kei, who doesn't wait for you to go into detail about how you're feeling and wraps his long arm around you and takes your hands in his other hand. "alright, alright... let's continue this talk when you're feeling stronger," he tells you as he guides you to your bedroom.
tsukishima kei, who knows just how you like the ambiance and atmosphere in your room to be when you're feeling down, stressed, or sick, just like right now.
tsukishima kei, who's scrolling through medical websites for simple home remedies for common ailments with the same symptoms you're experiencing right now, and preparing all the painkillers, pain relievers, cough drops, antitussives, cold smocks, thermometers, and everything else you'd need to monitor and relieve your sickness.
tsukishima kei, who ignores your whining about him being all fussy over you, despite him hardly saying a thing. he's not exactly a man of words, he's more of a man of action. if anything, him not saying anything snarky and just going around the house, trying to find everything and prepare everything that would relieve you of your sickness is him in his fussy era all over again, you'd sometimes think he's been possessed when he's doing this for you.
tsukishima kei, who is very much not possessed and sober, sighs as he checks your temperature and puts a cold smock on your forehead. he glances down at you with his honey colored eyes and furrows his eyebrows a little in a pout.
"as much as i'd like to say you're a little baby for needing this much attention from me... i honestly can't stand seeing you suffer like this, even if it's just a small cold. don't worry about me, worry about yourself; just lie back, relax, and get better. let me fuss over you, dummy."
709 notes · View notes
renardiererin · 5 months
Text
kei tsukishima as your marriage counselor who asks your toxic husband to leave the room cause he isn’t letting you answer any questions and then ends up fucking you raw and senseless on the therapy couch 🤭
954 notes · View notes
moonswolfie · 5 months
Text
The evening light
Tsukishima x gn!reader
I thought of this just now while listening to music and had to write it down ASAP!!!!!!
(seriously what is up with me and spontaneous tsukki fics)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"I like you, Kei..." you said as you walked behind your crush, Tsukishima Kei on your way home.
You know he doesn't like you back, but being a little sneaky can't hurt, right? Quietly admitting your feelings behind him as he listens to music in his headphones will help you get over him.
You technically confessed to him, right? So you can move on and forget all these stupid feelings now. Nothing good would come of confessing to him directly, anyways.
Still, you can't help but feel like a coward. Is this really right?
You shake off the thought, running next to his side to happily wave at him in lieu of a verbal hello. When he immediately turned his head away from you, you tilted your head in confusion. What's he looking at?
You poked his shoulder slightly to catch his attention, and all he did was blurt out a quiet "What?", still refusing to look at you.
"What are you looking at?" you asked. What's so interesting the houses you're currently walking by, anyways? "Nothing."
"Then why don't you look at me? It's rude to not ackgnowledge your friend." you asked, your heart clenching internally at the word "friend". You heard him groan in annoyance, and then slowly turn his head to face you.
"Tsukishima, your cheeks look a little red. Are you okay?"
"They're not, it's just the evening light." He furrowed his brows slightly in annoyance, and you shrugged. Must've been your mind playing tricks on you or something. You continued walking in somewhat awkward silence.
"I stop here. Bye." he stopped in front of his house, you waving bye to him and moving on.
On the way home, you couldn't stop thinking about the whole interaction. God, you felt so horrible yet so relieved at the same time. You have a feeling you won't be able to sleep well tonight.
Wait...
He was talking to you the entire time without ever taking off his headphones.
644 notes · View notes
kentolove · 2 years
Text
— 1 missed call from [Name] —
Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t call you back. Ignore the missed call, head back to bed, and forgot you forever. Forget the romance you once shared and move on. Forgot all the words of love that ever left his lips. You are not his and he is not yours.
But he can’t. He can’t possibly ignore you when you’re calling him at 2AM, yearning for him in whatever way you do.
So he calls. Like the fool that he is, he calls his ex-girlfriend of one year back.
“Hello?”
“Tsukishima…” you trail, and your voice is distant. So far, so small, so fearful. He hears your hesitance from one word only.
He wishes you could call him your Kei again.
“Why did you call me?” Tsukishima responds with hostility, for that is all he knows. When he lost you, his ways changed and his heart turned to stone. It seems that anger is all he knows these days, a hard tongue made of venom and stone.
“I-I wanted to talk to you.”
You stutter. You stutter and Tsukishima knows that you’re drunk. You have a few habits whenever you’re intoxicated, and a stutter is always accompanied with the alcohol.
“You’re drunk,” is all he says.
“I know.”
“Talk to me when you’re sober,” he goes to cut the call, but a quick wait! is enough to halt his movements.
“God, I don’t even know why I even called you,” you whisper, as if speaking to yourself.
He sighs, “where are you?”
“Um, I’m not sure.”
“You went out not knowing where you’re going?” He asks, and it’s that condescending tone you hate. The one that pushed your relationship to its limit.
“It’s not like I wanted to be here,” you whisper yet again, a measly attempt at defending yourself.
Another sigh, another sign of disappointment, and Tsukishima finally speaks up.
“Go to the Maps app.” You mumble a small okay, and do as he tells you. “Now zoom in on your location and send it to me.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
You listen to him and soon after Tsukishima gets a notification. He doesn’t bid you goodbye, simply cuts the call and gets up from his bed. He heads for his closet, grabbing two jackets, and heads out the door.
He’ll see you for the first time in a year.
-
And see you he does.
You’re sat on the curb of the road, your knees pushed against your chest and your head resting on your knees. It seems as if you’re asleep, your eyes closed and body still.
He kneels beside you, whispering your name loud enough to wake you up.
“Huh?” You groan, turning your head to look at the man you can’t seem to let go. “Kei?”
There it is. It’s always sounded so sweet on your tongue, so sultry and intimate. It’s his given name, the one he grows to love each time you say it.
It’s bittersweet hearing it from you.
“Why are you just sleeping in the middle of the road? What if some pervert stopped by?”
“But nobody did,” you say, logic leaving you in your drunken state. You move closer to him, seeking his warmth.
You’ve always loved his touch. When you once called him yours, his body was always somehow attached to yours. Your skin on his, his heart in your palm.
He sighs, “get in the car, [Name].”
He pulls you up from your position, easily holding you as gently as he can.
“You never used to call me by my name,” you stop and lean into his shoulder. “I was always your baby.”
Tsukishima knows it’s the alcohol talking. That you’d never say this sober, and that there’s a possibility that you don’t mean any of those words. But his heart still hurts. It hurts so much that he feels as if he has lost himself. Lost all the progress he made to just get over you.
(But perhaps he never really stopped loving you, if he was so willing to pick up your call.)
He lays you on the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt for you. He drapes the extra jacket over your shoulders, and you remember it to be one of your favourites. You stare at him the whole time—eyes on his—but he refuses to look back. Not when he knows how easily his resolve could crumble with you around.
The car starts soon after, and you’re already asleep. Your head lays peacefully on the mirror, and Tsukishima wishes he could stay like this forever. In a world where he is yours and you are his.
-
There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets.
He prefers to live in the present and let the past be the past. What has happened is unchanging, so why worry? Why worry about what he should’ve done, when all he has is the now?
There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets. But he will always regret leaving you.
He knows that now, as he is in your bedroom, trying to find a way to change you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear.
You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, unmoving in the midst of all noise. That trait carries on to now, as he struggles to get your top off your body.
You squirm as he touches you. “Kei,” you whisper. “Why’d you pick me up?”
“You called me.”
“But you picked up,” you slur, “you could’ve ignored me. You were good at that when we were together.”
He winces. He knows you don’t mean it. You’ve always been far too kind to respond with such malice, especially towards him. Even when your relationship was walking on a tightrope, you never once yelled at him.
“Why were you so mean, Tsukishima?” It’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, but his heart burns the more you speak.
“I loved you so much, but you didn’t love me at all.”
“Don’t,” he immediately interrupts, “don’t say I never loved you.”
“You never showed me,” your voice is small, and he knows you’re about to cry. (Even after all these months, your habits remain in his mind.)
“I love you. So much more than you’ll ever understand,” he speaks with so much passion, that he forgets his confession.
He loves you. His heart will always belong to you.
“I love you too,” you cry, and a single teardrop grazes your cheek.
“You never deserved me.”
“I get to decide that,” you grab his delicate face with your rough hands. He always fit so perfectly in your palms. “I get to decide who is good for me.”
He pauses, resting in your hands and cherishing every moment he has with you. And it’s in your calloused palms where Tsukishima realises what he misses. He misses your presence, your love, you. Every habit that made him love you so deeply, he misses.
He will be yours again, he decides, as you hold him close. Somehow, someway, he will win you back.
7K notes · View notes
souichieatr · 6 months
Text
meeting their teammates
with suna r. tendou s. tsukishima k.
a/n: i think i'm going through suna withdrawals guys
Tumblr media
suna
suna had texted you before practice that he forgot his water bottle and he'd rather die than drink the water fountain at the gym so you decided to surprise him with a water bottle from the corner store. opening the door as quietly as possible but still making a loud squeak, peaking your head through, the manager of the team turns their head to you. running to you so the practice isn't disrupted.
“hey there, what can we help you with?” they say sweetly with a smile.
“i'm sorry to interrupt, i was just wanting to drop this bottle off for suna rintaro , he forgot his” you say, holding the bottle up. they nod their head turning their body to face the coach, the manager makes a gesture with their hands and the coach nods. the coach yells that the boys could take a 15 minute break.
“suna rintaro could i get you here for a second” the manager yells for your boyfriend. hearing the mocking “ohs” makes you giggle. suna drags his feet as he walks to you two making eye contact with you he perks up a bit.
“hey what are you doing here?” he asks quietly as he pulls you into a hug.
“i got you- can't b-breathe rin” you try to say but sounding more of a wheeze as he squeezes you. chuckling at your reaction he lets go and steps back.
“hm?”
“i got you this” you say trying to catch your breath handing him the bottle. his manager laughs at the gesture as they walk off. he grabs the water bottle making sure to graze his fingers against your soft hands.
“WHAT YA GOT THERE SUNA RIN?” a voice starkes you both from behind him. leaning your head to the side to see who it was. “ohh is that a gift suna?” he says again.
“what if it is? jealous?” suna says turning around to face the blond, turning back to you. “this is atsumu” he says as you nod your head.
“hi im y/n” you say, reaching your hand forward as a friendly gesture.
“THIS IS YER GIRLFRIEND?” atsumu grabs your hand and shakes it, “he talks about ya all the time and he rarely ever talks” he talks as a small circle of guys form. suna hesitantly introduces everyone as they all welcome you in the gym.
tendou
he's asked you so many times to come to one of his volleyball practices and meet all his teammates. you've met ushiwaka a handful of times as him and tendou hang out a lot. you had forgotten you left your headphones in tendous backpack and before practice he'd told you to stop by to pick them up. let's kill two birds with one stone he had said. approaching the metal door you try and shake the nerves off.
“you wanna open it or just have us burn out here?” you hear someone say as they snicker, startled you turned around.
“you could use some color so you can stay” you say as you smile at him.
“you're no fun” he says pouting but he quickly leans down and kisses your cheek. “would you like me tan?”
“i'd still like you if you were bald”
“you must really love me” he says wrapping his arms around you, leaning down but a gasp from behind you makes you stop. tendou looks up and starts to hold back a laugh. “yes goshiki?”
“oh uh im sorry for you know-” goshiki stutters, letting go of tendou you turn to the boy.
“hi im y/n you're goshiki?” you say giving him your hand as you smile at him.
“goshiki this is my partner” tendou says ushering goshiki closer to you two. goshiki shakes your hand giving a weird look to your red haired partner.
“he talks a lot about you! he's really proud of the progress you've made” you say as tendou whines. goshikis eyes widen as you start to look at tendou with a smirk.
tsukishima
he'd forgotten his sports glasses at his desk he had texted you when he got to practice complaining that he had left them. sneaking back into your homeroom and grabbing the glasses from the desk you make your way to the double doors leading into the gym. opening them and peaking in a couple guys you've never met look at you but you spot yamaguchi and he too looks over. his eyes widen and he tilts his head to the side. you assume that's his way of asking why you're there. holding up your boyfriends glasses he nods his head and he jogs to the other side of the court to the coach. the couch says they can get some water and you watch yamaguchi approach tsukishima and points at you, watching yamaguchi’s hand you and tsukishima make eye contact. walking to you at a fast pace he scoots the two of you outside.
“you better have a good reason why you're here” he says, shutting the door behind him.
“oh hush i didn't come here to embarrass you i thought you would want these” you say gently holding the glasses in your palm as you stretch your arm out to him. he looks at your hand and widens his eyes then smirks.
“didn't know you cared so much” he says taking them.
“don't make me trip you-” the door opens, pushing tsukishima closer to you, he grabs you gently, pushing you back so you don't get hit.
“TSUKISHIMA YOU BASTARD SNEAKING OFF TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” a guy with a buzzcut started shouting and followed behind him was the rest of the team.
“YEAH TSUKISHIMA YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED” another one shouted this time with dark hair and one strip of blond.
“we're not making out and if we were it really woulndt be any of your business” tsukishima says with a sigh still not turning around to face his team.
“cmon tsukishima at least introduce us” another guy asked his jersey saying ‘1’.
“yeah tsukishima you don't want to be rude” a guy with gray hair said. tsukishima sighed again, turning around slowly with a deadpan expression.
“sorry tsukki i tried blocking the door” yamaguchi said with an awkward smile. you laugh at the interaction between all of them seeing your boyfriend in trouble was quite funny.
“hi im y/n i'm a first year” you say moving from behind tsukishima and giving them all a wave. most of them waved back and offered a welcoming smile. the two boys that shouted hid behind the guy with the number 1 jersey on and were just watching you.
“okay you all introduced yourselves and y/n has to g-” tsukishima was cut off.
“yeah glasses? not going to introduce your girl to your coach?” a blond guy in sandals stepped out. tsukishima glared at him and sighed again.
Tumblr media
not proofread
706 notes · View notes
certifiedsev · 1 year
Text
HAIKYUU BOYS AS YOUR SNEAKY LINK
-
-
-
-
Literally my first ever post/story soo don’t be mean pls 😭🫶
-
-
-
-
Tumblr media
-
-
-
-
Tumblr media
-
-
-
-
Tumblr media
-
-
-
-
Tumblr media
-hope you enjoyed and leave helpful criticism too !!
187 notes · View notes
obliteration-onearth · 8 months
Text
[ not a romantic; tsukishima kei ]
he most definitely is not a romantic so.. whoever does these sweet little gestures for you is most certainly not your boyfriend.
--
ANTI ROMANTIC KEI WHO:
- scrolls on pinterest sometimes and suddenly finds something he thinks you'll like
- sends dumb messages with mean petnames like, "hurry up squirt. i'm outside your house"
- bought matching dinosaur onesies because you thought the two of you would look cute wearing it
- doesn't like double texting and needs reassurance that it's cute for him to do it
- eventually learns about all your quirks and grows fond of them despite displaying a mischievous demeanor by teasing you for them
- thinks you're cute when you hug him
- doesn't get flustered easily but bullies you when he does to make it less obvious
- may think some of your favorite foods are gross but buys them regardless when he's picking out snacks to bring to your house
- says that he's busy but helps you study and revise for your exams anyways
- says that he's the reason you passed even though he's mighty proud of you
- doesn't let you win any games at first but when he sees you sad, let's you win at least one to lift your spirits
- sends you the middle finger emoji after saying something so sickening sweet to even out the balance and to keep that reputation he has ( wouldn't wanna go to soft, he thinks )
- gets annoyed and then just turns away while being crimson in the face when you tease him for being soft
- finds it cute when you do romantic gestures for him but sometimes tell yamaguchi like "yeah, i got a cool girlfriend" or some shit
- says you're being weird for toying with/wearing his glasses and finds it hilarious when you say you feel dizzy ( catches you and tells you to be careful if you fall though )
- apologizes when you say you feel offended by something he says, thus making him write a mental note not to do it again in the future
- loves when you lay atop him whilst hugging him, your head nestled into his neck as you scroll on your phone
494 notes · View notes
applejuic33 · 4 months
Text
Tsukishima Kei headcanons
Tumblr media
It's basically canon that he loves reptiles so I think he'd have smthg like a bearded dragon as a pet in the future
I think he prob has a collection of dinosaur plushies lmao and he's been collecting them since he was a kid (and he'd love it if you gifted him one)
He's in college preparatory classes and I feel like he prob was like the highest ranking student at least before he got really passionate about volleyball
If you guys were dating then I think he'd take you to the concert of his faves
I also believe that he prob uses his headphones so that people won't talk to him which is basically their second purpose lmao
I think he'd take you to a museum and tell you random facts about dinosaurs but then he'd also call you a loser for not knowing them
His favourite food is strawberry shortcake right so like imagine if you made one for him SKSKSKSJKSKS
When you guys are on a date and you try to talk to him, he'd say smthg like 'Do I know you??' to annoy tf out of you 💀
He def tries arguing with the teacher and asks argumentative questions, now the teachers prob ignore him even when they see him with a raised hand
I don't think he's scared of bugs, he just thinks they're disgusting
If you're shorter than him, then occasionally he'll act like he can't see you cause you're not in his line of vision
Makes some elaborate lies about the most random thing and then convinces Hinata (maybe even Kageyama) that it is true
I don't think he'd be affectionate when you're out but when you guys are alone together, he just asks for kisses or smthg randomly
170 notes · View notes
hazyilluminations · 2 years
Text
Emergency meeting
What exactly have led you to this situation? You were standing on the warm late autumn evening behind the school with a mumbling guy in front of you.
"Y/N-san, I've been watching you for several months … The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you sing to yourself, when you think nobody's watching … everything is mesmerizing", he started from afar.
You didn't interfere, as you were determined to figure out, why on Earth would someone be so sure that you were looking for a partner and that he was the one for you.
You have already had a boyfriend. Tall, salty, ridiculously blunt? Yes. But you were perfectly fine with that. You smiled at the thought of how exactly you became a couple right after the match with Shiratorizawa. Then you frowned at the thought of how long you two needed to understand the mutual feelings. That's when you were pulled out of your thoughts.
"Um, are you alright?", the boy was struggling with reading your emotions.
"Yes, sorry about that. What were you saying?".
"I was hoping that we could go out sometime and get to know each other better".
"I am really sorry, but this is impossible", you tried to soothe the bitterness of rejection. "I am already in a happy relationship and I treasure it".
"But they say you are looking for a partner. Did they scam me?!".
"What? Who? I am sorry, I don't quite understand? Can you explain, please?", you furrowed your brows.
"Tanaka and Nishinoya sad you are available".
"Available? Huh? Is this a joke?", you turned and started mincing towards the gym.
"I'm gonna kill these two ***".
"No need. I am going to do it myself. Sorry for that one more time!".
You entered the gym with a pure desire to beat up the matchmakers.
"Oh, hey, Y/N!", Yamaguchi waved. "We are done for today. Tsuki's changing. He comes in a minute".
"What? Ah, yeah. OK. Thanks. Are Tanaka and Noya here?".
"Oh! That's our lucky one! How's your confession? Isn't he a perfect match for you?", Noya and Ryo were almost radiating from how proud they were to find you a perfect couple.
"Who in the Universe told you that I need a boyfriend?", you were almost shouting.
Suga, who actually knew that you and Tsukishima were a thing, he saw you kissing on the stairs right after the reward ceremony, and the other 2nd years were watching the scene in silence.
The things started to take a very interesting turn.
"You told that to your friend the other day", they answered in unison.
"Huh? When? And why were you sneaking up on me?".
"You were looking at the phone and there was a pic of your friend with a boyfriend and a…".
"The dog! There was a picture of a dog, you two crackheads! Oh my God!, you tried not to giggle, but the situation was ridiculous.
"A dog?!", the came to a realization.
"Yeah".
"But was the guy not good? Did he have a bad breath?", they didn't want to cancel their plan of finding you a match.
"W-what? No, no… the guy was ok, I guess, but that's not the point…".
"Ok, Ryo, we need an emergency meeting!".
"Yeah, Noya-san! Chikara, Suga-san, you too!", there was nothing what would stop them at the moment.
The next moment you found yourself sitting in front of a whiteboard with a huge headline "Y/N's ideal type".
"What the heck? Where did you take it?", you tried to process all that was happening.
"So, what your ideal guy should look like?", two pairs of crazy eyes were staring at you, demanding an answer.
"He surely should be 6' 2" at least", Suga exclaimed from aside, grinning.
You inhaled and decided to play along, since you couldn't stop the train of uncontrollable flow of thoughts.
"I do prefer when a guy knows how to use his tongue", you stated and giggled.
"Ah… wha...how...", it was a hilarious pause. You were trying so hard not to crack.
"What I mean is that a man should know how to use words and brain. I like a guy, who can pronounce - Parasaurolophus - at least".
"Para-who?", Noya's face was almost screaming from pain.
"Parasaurolophus", you jumped a bit from hearing the voice of your one and only Dinosaur expert.
"Oh, Tsukishima! Join us, your big brain should help us".
"Help with what exactly?", he was analyzing the situation and what it is got to do with you. Then he saw the headline on the board and frowned.
"Oh, I know one more!", Suga was having a good time,- "he should definitely wear glasses!".
You giggled.
"Yeah, I like the glasses".
"Hm, now I understand why you turned down that guy", Tanaka pondered over for a moment.
"What's next?", Noya asked.
Your phone went vibrating.
Kei
Care to explain?
You
¯_(ツ)_/¯ It is what it is. Just play along 💗
Kei
Why? What is in it for me?
You
You get to see their faces, when they realize we are dating?
And you get to peak the movie for the Friday movie night.
Kei
Deal.
"So, what's next? Hair color?".
"Blonde", you were sitting there like in an interrogating room.
"Eyecolor?".
"Hm. That's a tricky one. I would say hazel, but someone could disagree", you winked at Tsuki, and he rolled his eyes.
Suga was very entertained by this interactive movie, so he pushed further.
"Now tell us about your personality preferences, Y/N-chan", he winked and smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"Oh, I have a really bad taste in boys", you laughed briefly, trying not to look at your boyfriend, who were visibly annoyed. You could tell that by the growing crease on his forehead. "But I am perfectly fine with that".
"She's just teasing you", Suga tapped Tsukishima on the shoulder.
"Yeah. I know".
"Oh, did I mention, that he should have a good taste in music? That's VERY important, Maybe he should not be so academically involved, though…".
"You are having fun, aren't you?", Tsukishima asked, irritated.
"Am I? This is a big deal, you know. We are talking about my future partner here", you mocked him.
"Can we go already? Didn't you say you want to try that Taiyaki?".
"Oh, and you won't complain?".
"When did I?".
"Um, let me think, the last time at that coffee shop, you annoyed the crap out of me, only because their shortcake was not fluffy enough", you stocked your tongue.
The team was in pure shock. Tanaka and Nishinoya were paralyzed by the little conversation between you two. Sugawara was grinning, and Yamaguchi looked like he had won a lottery. Daichi clearly noticed the change in your interactions, so it was not a big surprise for him.
It is not like you and Tsuki hide your relationship from everyone. It is just that you were content with what you had, not shouting at every corner about your happiness.
Of course, Yamaguchi knew everything, how could he not? He was the first to figure out your mutual attraction and helped his friend to accept the feeling.
"So, Y/N, can we go?", he sounded tired.
"Yes, sure", this time you had no intention to tease him, it was clear he was tired after the training.
"I am sorry, guys. You are the best, but I don't really need a boyfriend. I have already got one ... the perfect one, actually. So, please, no more matchmaking. I don't want to break anyone's heart, because my feelings won't change. I am totally in love", you started to walk towards the door and you could see Tsuki's ears were painted pink.
"I don't understand... wait! Tall, blonde, glasses, bad personality...", Tanaka started to decipher.
"He doesn't have a bad personality, he just isn't that emotionally agitated like you guys", you took Kei's hand, interlocking your fingers and walked out of the gym. He didn't withstand it.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You are dating Tsukishimaaaaaaaaaaa!", the gym burst out with screams. You heard Suga's laughing his guts out and Daichi snapping at all of them.
"Go home, you Sherlock and Watson. And don't you dare to mock those two, or I swear I am going to kill you", Daichi was dead serious.
"Pfft...hahahah. I told you it will be pretty entertaining", you told Tsuki.
"I am glad you had fun", he answered with a slight smile. "Were you serious there?".
"M? About what? You having a bad personality?".
"You are being today incredibly funny", he rolled his eyes. "I meant, you... being in love... with me... ", he mumbled, trying to hide his rosy cheeks.
"Nah, I was just mocking them", you giggled.
"You are a dork", he stated. "But I guess I love you too".
"Wooow. Tsukishima-san. I guess I love you too. This is a confession, that one receives once in a lifetime. But I can't complain, I'll take it. Kiss me", you stopped and locked your eyes with his.
"We are in the middle of the street".
"Yeah. I know. Who cares?".
"Um... I do?".
"Fine. Let's go, then, the Taiyaki booth will be closed soon", you turned and started to walk.
"Ah, you are one stubborn Kookoo, you know that?", he sighed and surrendered.
"What? I can't hear you. You hurt me right here, in my meow meow", you tried to hold back laughter.
"No, not again with that dorky memes. Come here".
"No. I am dealing with a heart brake here".
"Y/N", he sounded dead serious.
"Yes, Sir. Don't be angry. I am just goofing around. You knew what you were signing for when you kissed me on the night of your glorious triumph… besides, ".
And then he kissed you, gently caressing your jawline. You melted into his touch and he noticed it.
"You are so short, it gives me neck ache every single time".
"Maybe you should stop kissing me, then".
"Yeah. I probably should".
"It is such a shame you can't", you walked over to him and stand on your tiptoes. "Sorry, not sorry". This time, you gave him a peck on the lips. When you were about to break the kiss, he pulled you back.
And you stayed like this for a moment, enjoying the tenderness between the two of you.
63 notes · View notes
revasserium · 1 year
Text
reqs are open :)
the butterfly effect
tsukishima; 1,285 words; fluffy as all living fuck
he has always noticed the little things - the deep, rumbling hunger of the earth, the repeating shuffle of the summer wind, the soft tectonic movements of falling leaves, the velocities of birdsong. and even though he’d never admit it out loud (alright, maybe once or twice to yamaguchi, but does that even count?), he thinks that these are the important things. things that normal people wouldn’t notice, things that normal people take for granted.
“well, it’s just a high school club.”
is it?
“ah, i’m the normal guy, nice to meet you.”
are you?
after the match, you find him hunched over the basin in the boy’s bathroom, panting, his bandaged fingers clutching at the time-stained ceramic, his shoulders shaking as he tries to relearn the meaning of breath, of air, of only and just.
“you’re a liar,” you say, leaning against the bathroom door, keeping it propped open with your shoulder.
“and you’re not suppose to be in here,” he deadpans, glancing at you in the watermarked mirror. he sighs, splashing his face with his good hand before twisting off the faucet. slowly, he unbends himself, straightening up to his full height, dragging the back of his injured hand over his lips as he turns towards you.
“c’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are, and i don’t need anymore rumors of us dating going around school.”
his voice is calm, his expression neutral as he brushes passed you, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow him like motion-based trackers; he can almost feel the crosshairs on his too-flushed cheeks, on his water-logged lashes. he turns back to raise an eyebrow. his heart is the flatline of an earthquake city, his stomach a tangle of twisted phone lines, all static and electricity and unsaid words.
“ah… so you have heard of them,” you muse even as you fall into step next to him.
he scoffs, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.
“people at school aren’t known for their tact, especially not about things like this.”
you grin, linking your hands behind your back as you dance three steps in front of him, reveling in the way he narrows his eyes, in the way his steps stutter. he isn’t the only one who’s learned to listen to the language of silence, to the spaces between the words that give them meaning, that make them whole.
“and by people you really mean the second years, right?”
tsukishima sighs, tugging off his sports glasses to polish the lenses with the edge of his sweat-soaked shirt. you watch as he diligently wipes down one lens, and then the other, before stretching it back over his head, adjusting the straps.
“well, tanaka and noya, first and foremost.”
your laughter shakes through him like silver bells. he thinks he’d never get tired of the sound, and suddenly, it is winter and the sky is dark and the first snow of the season is falling around you and you’re laughing, spinning in circles beneath the snow-drift sky, your face turned up to the heavens, arms stretched out as if you’re three seconds from taking flight —
“tsukki! look! look! snow!”
he resists the urge to smile so he rolls his eyes instead; his breath comes out in a puff of white and somewhere out there, he knows that a hundred thousand other kids just like them are lifting their faces, marveling at the falling snow. he knows that somewhere along a stretch of land only 73 miles wide in mexico, a hundred million monarch butterflies are settling in to roost for the winter, and that each flap of those hundred million wings might shake a summer storm into existence, somewhere down the line.
“yeah. i see it.”
but right here, right now, in this rapidly emptying gymnasium hall, filled with the effervescent echoes of teenage dreams, he wonders if you are the hurricane. if you are the summer storm, and he is just the seismograph doomed to record your wreckage.
“so, what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, as the both of you resume your walk down the hall, towards where you both know the team is waiting, the third years still crying, hinata still hollering, kageyama too bloated with happiness to tell him to shut the hell up, yamaguchi probably preening beneath the praise of all his teammates.
“about the rumors, or about us not actually dating?”
you purse your lips, you shrug, but you blush as well. he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders lift up towards your ears, sweet and shy as sunflowers reaching for the last drop of sunlight.
“either. both,” you turn with a devious grin and flash him a wink, and not for the first time, tsukishima thinks he feels that deep, rumbling hunger; he knows the repeating shuffle of his thoughts about you, the soft tectonic movements of your body and his.
he knows the velocity of your voice, the resonance of your smiles, the way it shakes loose the sky within him till he almost tastes that sweet first snow, all that wake and wonder.
“hm… i dunno. you did call me a liar earlier.”
his grin is savage, satisfied. he almost laughs as your entire body inflates with indignation. he wonders how long he can tease you for before you float right off the ground — someday, he wants to try.
“well you are.”
“what, by saying i was normal?”
“yes, and that this was just a club.”
he blinks, he didn’t know you’d remembered. but then again, he should’ve known.
“well. it is, and… i am.”
you frown, taking three steps closer, caging him in even though he knows that he’s got at least a foot over you — a whole head and a half taller, and still —
“liar,” you say.
“hm… and what are you gonna do about it?”
he knows it’s coming three seconds before it does, but it doesn’t feel any less shocking. the warmth of your lips on his, the half-stolen breath still poised in his chest, the widening of his eyes before they flutter closed. there are no fireworks, no explosions, no earthquakes or natural disasters. there’s just this moment, just him and you and your lips on his and —
you take half a step back.
he allows himself a smile.
because he’d never wanted them to just be rumors and he knew that he’d never, ever be considered normal. not by you, or him, or anyone else.
“ahhh… now you’ve done it,” he says, with a soul-rumbling sigh, reaching out to jab his finger into your cheek. he marvels at the way your eyes still widen, as if you never saw that coming.
“done what?” you ask, even as he reaches out to tug on the ends of your ponytail, making you laugh.
“tch. you know what,” he scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he slinks passed you, his eyes cast up, his cheeks tingling with a blush he can’t quite tamp down. and when you hurry to catch up with him, bumping your arm into his, he doesn’t make to move away. instead, he bumps you back and basks in the way your footsteps sound, ringing out against the empty gymnasium halls.
because, sure, this might just be a high school relationship — or it just might be falling in love.
and as he reaches down, hesitates, and finally, finally grabs your hand, somewhere out there, he feels a butterfly flap its wings.
445 notes · View notes