#i would make tsukki and i matching t-shirts that say ‘if lost return to kei’ and ‘i’m kei’

[kenzumekodma]

GUESS WHO BACK IN THE HOUSE! ME, PATCHY CAUSE I GOT SOMETHING ELSE!

Double date, okay, you still following me? Bokuto would totally want to meet this girl that has claimed the heart of his very stoic and very stand-off-ish friend he made in during his volleyball days.

And, to be fair, he would be totally curious as to how someone as sweet as you could have ever landed someone like Tsukishima. So when he found out that his cute and precious girlfriend was friends with you, then he just jumped at the opportunity to meet you even more. And well, the best way to do that would be to do a double date instead of any of the terrible and awkward ways he thought of.

It would be such a big event too, like going to an amusement park or something along those lines. Cause he's just so excited to meet you and is just a big ball of energy.

And Tsukishima just puts up with it all with a tired sigh the whole night, but every time he looks at you he always gives you a soft smile and gives you hand a reassuring squeeze, just to let you know that he is having fun and is happy to be there with you.

And.... he kinds of goes overboard trying to beat Bokuto at all the stall games; his competitive nature coming forth. So expect to go home with a whole bunch of goodies and stuffed prizes.

*anyway that's all kith* 😘

please competitive kei winning stuffies left and right 🥺 bokuto would take the hammer test game personally, has to remember to try not to accidentally break it. us watching fondly because yeah, they’re ours 🥺

tsukki and i going to check on each others’ emotional battery at the same time and having a lil giggle over it, and a lil kiss that recharges us 🥺 holding his hand so my short ass won’t get lost

you’re too sweet to me, leaving these in my inbox, i am love u 🥺💗

[tobimikesan]

The Cats and The Owls Going Shopping - Haikyuu!! Light Novel Vol. 10

In which Nekoma and Fukurodani go souvenir shopping, and Tsukishima’s life somehow gets unnecessarily more difficult as a result.

Translation under the cut

“So, what are you getting?”

“... Probably manju...”

“Then how about that one with ‘I went to Spring High’ on it? If you want to go with a safe option.”

“That? A safe option?”

The goods area is lively with the participating players, cheer groups, and spectators around. There, gathering and joking around are the players from Fukurodani Academy High School who have just won their first match. The first, second, and third-year regulars are all there. However, in the midst of their lively chatter that’s just like during one of their after-practice burger runs, their ace is nowhere in sight.

“Ohh, there you are! Guys, I told you not to leave me!”

Making his way through the crowd of people in team jackets and jerseys, appears Fukurodani’s ace who is one of the nation’s top 5 players, Bokuto Koutarou.

“Why did you guys leave me?”

“Why should we wait for you to finish your business in the toilet?”

Talking back to the ace is none other than the one dubbed as the team’s ‘Jack of all trades, master of none’, Konoha Akinori, but Bokuto pays him no mind and takes a look at the goods stand instead.

“So, do they still have it?”

“... What is it this time? You always, always leave out the subject when you speak. What are you, a kid?”

Konoha continues his rant, and Bokuto turns around annoyed, “Oh, come on!”

“This is exactly why, when someone is saying something, don’t just start grumbling around! Of course I was asking about ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt!”

The way Bokuto said it as if it’s obvious does irk him, but hearing his teammates’ chorus of “You already have it, right?” “I feel like you already have one,” calms him down.

“Well I do have it, but...”

Time for some explanation.

‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt—it is Bokuto’s favorite t-shirt which he bought during the previous Spring High.

“One, his figure shall inspire his allies” “Two, he shall break through any walls” “Three, he shall hit every ball with his utmost”

With those words of The Way of The Ace printed on it, any ace, any player aiming to be an ace, or any former ace—any of them would yearn to put it on and have those words on their back while they practice; a t-shirt that makes even national level aces’ mouths water. Small details like if it is a Spring High exclusive item or if it could be purchased somewhere else are totally unknown to mere highschoolers.

“Not just have it actually, I’m wearing it right now, but...” Beating his own chest covered by his jacket,  Bokuto continues to his questioning teammates.

“If you think about it, it’s obvious, right? As I get bigger, I won’t be able to wear it anymore. So I need another one.”

His teammates around him look at each other and start grumbling.

“Are you a mom?”

“Thinking that you’re still growing, how confident!”

“I think I want to see you wearing a t-shirt that’s already too small instead.”

“Like I’ve said, why do you guys always start grumbling every time? Whenever I say anything you always, always... Hm?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up. As if they just spotted a prey.

“Tsukki!”

What those eyes just spotted in the midst of the hustle and bustle is the face of Karasuno High School’s first-year middle blocker, Tsukishima Kei. Having won their first match earlier than Fukurodani, the members of Karasuno High School Volleyball Club are also spending brief free time right now.

“Tsukki! Heey! Don’t ignore me, heey!”

His complaints towards his teammates now forgotten, Bokuto smiles cheerfully and waves his hand. But Tsukishima, whose attempt to pretend he didn’t notice Bokuto has failed him, frowns and says, “... Hello,” politely nodding to return the greeting while his steps comes to a halt.

However, Bokuto pays no mind to the wall Tsukishima has put up and steadily closes the distance between them.

“Could it be, Tsukki is also here to buy ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt?”

“No.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Don’t be shy!”

To whoever looking at the scene, there’s no hint of any shyness in Tsukishima’s soured look. Bokuto’s teammates start saying, “He’s not being shy, right?” “Clearly he doesn’t like it,” “It’s harassment, harassment!” “Tsukishima, it’s okay to ignore him,” but Bokuto simply ignores them. Instead, he completely assumes the role of a reliable senior and calls out to to the staff manning the goods stand.

“Ah, excuse me! Can I have one ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt size L... no, XL, and... Tsukki, you’re quite lanky, so L would be fine, right?”

“.........”

Met with how close Bokuto’s face is, how loud his voice is, how inconsiderate he is, and how wrapped up in himself he is, Tsukishima knits his brows and refuses, “No need.”

“Ah, could it be that you wanted to buy that one instead?”

The item Bokuto pointing at is a t-shirt hung up with the words ‘Those who laugh at grit will cry in the face of grit’ written in calligraphy-style on it.

“.........”

As if he just saw a bug he hates, Tsukishima looks away from the ‘Grit and Laughter’ t-shirt.

“I’m not buying any t-shirt, and even if I have to, I won’t be buying that one.”

“Hum... Then what about a Fukurodani keychain? As a memento.”

“Why do you think I would want that?”

“What did you come here for then, Tsukki?”

Tsukishima hesitates for a moment.

‘Why should I answer it?’ As he thinks that, it also crosses his mind that he might be able to escape Bokuto’s persistent questioning if he just answers him this one time. He weighs both choice in his head, and by a small margin, the latter wins.

“... I’m getting souvenirs for my family.”

While paying for his ‘The Way of The Ace’ t-shirt, Bokuto hums and nods nonchalantly.

“Tsukki is someone’s child too, huh...”

“What does that even mean? And could you please stop calling me Tsukki?”

“Yeah. So Tsukki, how many siblings do you have?”

“.........”

‘—What is communication again?’

Is what Tsukishima is thinking. The basic of conversation is listening to what the other party is saying, isn’t it? Listen, then respond. There are also cases where someone purposely avoids responding to what the other party is saying. However, to naturally not listen to the other party, then proceed to continue the conversation, what is that even called? While having such thoughts, Tsukishima accidentally lets out the answer to Bokuto’s trivial question.

“... One older brother.”

“Aah! I knew it! You seem like a youngest child! Tsukki does seem like a youngest child!”

Right before Bokuto, who is holding his new t-shirt in high spirits, Tsukishima is stricken with humiliation and self-loathing. ‘Why did I answer it? No, why did I even come here?’

The other Fukurodani members starts piling in on him again, “Bokuto, don’t mess with other school’s first year.” “I get it though, Tsukishima is the type you just want to mess with, right?” “True, he’s like Akaashi in some way.” “Eh?” “Kidding, kidding. Don’t mind it.” “I do mind.” The chatter continues as they enjoy this accidental occurrence as though it’s their after-match dessert. At the same time, students from other schools are starting to notice the Fukurodani’s ace. Chatters like “It’s Fukurodani,” “Bokuto is here,” are getting louder.

Tsukishima’s discomfort is at an extreme.

“.........”

‘Who cares about souvenirs, I’m heading back. I can still buy it tomorrow, and even if I don’t buy one, it’s okay too. Anyway, I’m heading back.’ Tsukishima has decided.

“Well, then,” Tsukishima says as he goes for an out, but right when he looks up from his forced smile, his eyes catch a group in red and he stops in his tracks.

Suddenly, a group of Nekoma players are nearby. A blond mohawk, a half-Russian, and a rooster head.

Tsukishima instantly covers his face and turns the gears in his head.

‘What do I do now?’

If Nekoma’s Kuroo Tetsurou joins this pesky situation as well, it will be a repeat of the summer training camp. The summer training camp where he got involved with the Tokyo team captains combo of Bokuto and Kuroo. Although he can’t deny that he learned a lot in terms of volleyball, those were the days where the psychological stress he endured drained both his mental and physical energy.

The unintentional peskiness and the definitely intentional peskiness. The peskiness of facing these two opposing types of peskiness at the same time is no ordinary peskiness. It’s not a peskiness that a body could endure after a match.

‘Are they gone?’

He steals a sidelong glance to check, expecting the group in red to be blocked by the crowd or go look at goods on the other end of the area, but it turns out they’re still nearby. Just as he clicks his tongue, he senses someone staring at him.

He quickly lifts his head and is met with the eyes of Nekoma’s setter Kozume Kenma.

“.........!”

“.........!”

Both of them tense up. And then with the smallest of nods, they establish some sort of communication in an instant.

‘Please don’t come this way.’

‘I don’t want to go over there.’

With the reaction speed of only those who have faced each other countless times separated only by the net, or perhaps the reaction speed of only those who equally find this to be extremely bothersome, due to their mutual interest they both look away as if nothing happened.

Good thing it’s Kozume who noticed him. Relieved, Tsukishima is just about to quickly take his leave from this place when just like an unexpected ambush, his ears catch a voice.

“Ah! Bokuto-san is over there! Ah, Tsukishima too, heey, heey!”

The one bouncing up and down pointing at him is a Nekoma first-year, Inuoka Sou. Bokuto who notices him goes, “Oooh!” in response, and Nekoma’s captain Kuroo asks, “What are you doing here?” drawing near with a smirk on his face. Behind him, Kozume puts on an expression that says ‘It’s not my fault...’ and averts his eyes.

---

Surrounded by the Tokyo reps in red and white jackets, Tsukishima has completely lost his timing to escape. Towards the weary Tsukishima, Nekoma’s captain Kuroo calls out in teasing voice.

“So what were you going to buy before you get caught, country bumpkin crow?”

On the receiving end of the mysterious pressure from the smirking Kuroo, Tsukishima could only mutters, “Nothing, really...” and looks away, trying to find any chance to escape this place. And right then, without knowing, Bokuto cuts in and says loudly, “Eh? Tsukki, you’re getting souvenirs for your big bro, right?”

Tsukishima’s face clouds over.

‘Why only my brother? I said I’m getting souvenirs for my family, though,’ he thinks irritatedly, but since they won’t get it even if he said it, he stays silent.

“.........”

But because he stays silent, now it’s Kuroo who hums and poke his head into this matter.

“I knew it, Tsukki is a youngest child, I was correct”

Tsukishima’s face gets even more clouded over.

‘What do you mean by knew it? What do you mean by correct? Please don’t just spout random things,’ he thinks irritatedly, but even if he said it, he would end up having to explain more, so he stays silent.

“.........”

But even if Tsukishima doesn’t say anything, or probably because Tsukishima doesn’t say anything, the Tokyo captains who already know his personality end up getting excited and saying whatever they want.

“By ‘knew it’, could it be that you already knew Tsukki is a youngest child?”

“That’s just my observing eyes.”

“Awesome, you could make a living out of it, no?”

“Huh? What kind of job would that be?”

“What would that be.... Ah, I know, you could become something like game show king, right?”

At that very moment, Nekoma’s second-year wing spiker Fukunaga Shouhei who has been quietly listening to their conversation from the corner suddenly bursts into laughter.

“Eh, what? Was there anything funny? Did I say something funny? Eh?”

The sharp-eyed Bokuto spots Fukunaga and approaches him. Nearby, 3 people of different schools and school years let out a sigh at the same time.

“I have no words.”

“Isn’t that something?”

“No words...”

In sequence, the those were the words of Akaashi Keiji, Tsukishima, and half-covered under Haiba Lev’s shadow, Kozume who has been working hard at his mobile game.

“Th, the three of you, the three of you... Together like that....”

On the receiving end of the judgmental cold stares from players of 3 different schools including his own, Bokuto exaggeratedly buries his head in his hands and looks down in shame.

Noticing Bokuto’s back which is starting to tremble, Fukurodani members are starting to get nervous. “Ah, this is bad.”

They don’t want things to get any more bothersome than this. While the end of their match today was a blessing in disguise, it doesn’t change the fact that dealing with Bokuto’s ups and downs is bothersome.

The Fukurodani members exchange glances on the spot, but as they were about to leave things to Akaashi, the subject of the matter suddenly looks up to the ceiling as if he just had a revelation.

“So! That means! Unless you three are together, you can’t bring me down, right!!”

As if drawn by that voice, the surrounding falls silent. “I’m the strongest!” Bokuto’s roar resounds.

“.........”

The Fukurodani members look at each other. “We’re tired anyway, should we just leave Bokuto and go back?” “Yeah, let’s go,” “Good job today,” “Heading back,” The mood is just starting to turn that way when someone in red jacket approaches Bokuto all on his own.

“Bokuto-san, you’re so cool!”

It was Inuoka.

“Ooh, so you get it! So-and-so-kun!”

“It’s Inuoka!”

“You have a bright future ahead!”

“Is, is that so!?”

Inuoka’s eyes light up brightly.

---

Not being particularly concerned that their important first-year is getting excited with Bokuto and leaving them on their own, the rest of Nekoma take their time to look at the goods.

“It’s not like I want anything that badly, but while looking at these you just know you’d end up buying something, right?” “Yeah, totally.” Started by their libero Yaku Morisuke, the Nekoma members joke around. Behind them, walking along leisurely is Lev, who then points at the manju box.

“As a souvenir, isn’t this one with ‘I went to Spring High’ on it good? It’s a safe choice.”

“Safe choice? But saying ‘went to’ doesn’t really give the vibe that you won, right?”

Hearing Yaku’s reply, the vice captain Kai Nobuyuki nods.

“True, it gives the vibe of the memories of when you played at Spring High, right?”

“Well, if  you put it that way...”

“The fact that it’s gone once you eat it will also remind you of the impermanence of worldly things.”

Ignoring Kai and Lev who are looking intently at the manju box and admiring it, Yaku quickly decides, “I’ll go with the t-shirt after all!” and heads towards the booth staff.

However, not long after Yaku comes back dragging his steps without any t-shirt in his hands.

“What happened? You look upset.”

“Sold out,” Yaku curtly answers Kai. From above him a booming voice can be heard.

“Spring High t-shirts are a battle after all, right!”

It’s Bokuto.

“A battle?” asked Yaku reflexively. “Yeah!” Bokuto nods.

“Another battle out of the court.”

Watching Yaku avoiding Bokuto’s thrust index finger, Fukurodani’s member are stunned.

“He’s saying something weird again.”

“He got carried away just because he managed to buy one...”

“Bokuto, don’t go bothering others!”

In the midst of Fukurodani and even Nekoma members’ wry smiles, Inuoka shouts excitedly.

“I managed to buy a t-shirt too!”

“Ooh, so you’re a winner!”

“Yes!”

Casting a sidelong glance at the weird master and pupil relationship between those two, Kozume asks Yaku.

“Which one did you want?”

“Hm?”

Yaku points at one of the t-shirts hung at the stand.

“Over there, that one. The one with ‘Those who laugh at grit will cry in the face of grit’”

“... Grit...”

Behind Kozume who’s furrowing his brows, Inuoka turns around.

“Eh? That’s the one I just bought. It’s this one, right?” Inuoka takes out a t-shirt from the plastic bag and shows it. It’s the same ‘Those who laugh at grit will cry in the face of grit’ t-shirt.

“If you want, I don’t mind handing it over at the list price.”

Yaku refuses Inuoka’s offer, “Nah, it’s fine.” But Inuoka insists.

“No need to hold back!”

“It’s fine.”

“But!”

“Like I said, it’s fine!”

Just as Yaku raises his voice, Lev suddenly stretches out his hand and takes the t-shirt from the stunned Inuoka. Then, after looking back and forth, he says, “I knew it.”

“Eh, what?”

Ignoring the confused Inuoka, Lev looks at Yaku.

“XL size won’t fit you, right, Yaku-san?”

The Nekoma members who are watching shut their mouth tight and look away.

Lev has the nerve to say unnecessary things, towards Yaku, towards Yaku-san, regarding heights in such a direct way. No, to begin with, Inuoka, no rather than that, Bokuto— the thoughts swirl in their heads, and the atmosphere grows tense. The one to break the tense atmosphere —that makes even the crowd of onlookers from other schools nearby to also falls silent— is none other than Yaku himself.

“Shut up!!” At the same time, in one decisive move Lev shouts.

“Ouch!! Wha! Why did I get kicked?”

“Winner, what winner? I’m not losing!”

“But I didn’t say anything about winning or losing!”

“Shut up!”

A battle is starting to unfold between the senior and junior in red jackets. But a guy calmly walks right into the center of it.

“Hey now, Yaku-kun!”

It’s yet again Bokuto.

“Nothing will come out of resenting the winner!!”

Seeing their captain confidently saying that, the Fukurodani members go, “You just shut up!” “You only say unnecessary things!” and drag Bokuto back.

---

As for Tsukishima, he’s only a worn out bystander watching the whole commotion.

“What are these people doing...”

‘No one is minding about me anymore, or more like they’ve forgotten about me. If I want to head back, this is the time. No need to say bye or anything. Seems like it’s not the time anyway.’

‘I’m getting out.’

Just as he turns his heel, bright and pleasing voices can be heard nearby.

“It’s so cute!”

“I’m so glad we bought it!

At those voices that warm their bodies that have grown cold just like the winter sun, the Nekoma members, Fukurodani members, and also Tsukishima who is just about to escape, spontaneously look up.

The voices belong to two girls.

Lev, who is being chased by Yaku, and Yamamoto Taketora, who is trying to save Lev, look at them and shout.

“Ah, Nee-chan!”

“Akane?”

“Lyovochka!?”

“Onii-chan!”

The girls are part of the Nekoma cheering group, Lev’s big sister Alisa and Yamamoto’s little sister Akane.

“Look, look, Onii-chan!”

Akane runs up and hands the plushie of the official mascot.

“I bought this. The one in light blue is this year’s limited edition. I’m matching with Alisa-chan, right!”

“Yup!”

“Ah, that’s right! Alisa-chan, let’s take a picture together!”

“Oh, how nice!”

Hanging the plushies by their sides, they make silly faces and take selfies. First is a smiling one, and in the next shot they burst into laughter. It’s as if bright sparkles can be seen around these two innocent girls.

It might be the effect of the sparkles, but the tense atmosphere is starting to lighten slowly. The embroiled minds of the volleyball club members are also soothed, and they lose their intent to fight.

‘Don’t we all get along?’ ‘That’s right.’ ‘I’m also tired.’ ‘Yeah.’

Such atmosphere is spreading.

And then Kuroo shows up right before the two girls and bows.

“If anyone is a winner here, it’s the two of you.”

“Eh, what is this about?”

“... Ah, do you want to join in on the picture?”

In front of the two puzzled girls who have no idea what’s going on, Yaku and Inuoka exchange a firm handshake.

“My bad, Inuoka. You were offering it with good intention.”

“No, I also didn’t consider the size, I’m the one who should apologize!”

After rain comes fair weather. Watching the two’s strengthened bond, Bokuto, as if a case has been settled, says, “Out of the court, there’s no such thing as winning or losing!!”

---

“I’m so tired somehow,” “Yeah, I wonder why,” the Fukurodani members start. After exchanging glances, Akaashi speaks up as if he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“Then shall we head back soon?”

“Yeah.”

“If we leave Bokuto, he’ll make a scene again.”

“Let’s go back, Bokuto!”

The captain, called by his teammates, replies “Okay!” and run towards them. He says, “See you tomorrow!” towards his rivals and heads back.

“We’ll come again tomorrow!”

“Do your best!”

After the two cheering girls headed home, Nekoma members too, say, “Should we go as well?” and start walking away.

Among the drove of the leaving members, Lev mutters.

“Yaku-san, are you not going to say sorry to me?”

“As if.”

“So mean!”

Completely forgotten by the two teams, Tsukishima is just about to walk back when suddenly someone calls his name.

“Tsukishima!”

Waving his hand and running towards him is Hinata.

The drained Tsukishima feels relieved seeing that face.

‘If it’s only Hinata on his own, everything is under control...’

Thinking that, without even waving back or responding, he silently walks with Hinata.

“Hey, Tsukishima, did you buy anything? I bought a t-shirt! This, ‘The Wisdom of The Ace’...”

Hinata is about to take the t-shirt out from the plastic bag when Tsukishima gives him a glare and says as he walks past, “... Don’t ever speak of that again in front of me.”

“Eh?”

Surprised, Hinata stops in his tracks, but Tsukishima quickly moves ahead. Hurriedly chasing Tsukishima, Hinata shouts, “What is it! I haven’t even said anything yet! Hey! Tsukishima! Wait, hey!!”

---

Moving this PSA to the end of the post because the project has ended (I think? Waiting for Viz’s response now) but someone might still be interested. Or you know, you can spam Viz directly here lol.

PSA:

I encourage whoever reading my translation to please support the official release by buying the light novel if you can. The illustrations and bonuses like the reversible covers are delightful! AND if the novel gets more sales it will be more likely for us to get more release. But, I get that it might be difficult for some to spend money for a novel that you can’t actually read because it’s in Japanese.

And so I happened to saw this Twitter account @HQlntranslate the other day. They are trying to get VIZ to do an official English release for Haikyuu Light Novel. How great that’d be! We could get every single chapter translated by professional translators who know what they’re doing unlike this amateur translator wannabe lol.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, go visit the Twitter account and fill in the form so that we can get the light novel released in English and support the series!

PS. I swear this is not a sponsored post lol.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

Can i please get a scenario in which tsukki and s/o had sex and s/o's undergarments were left in the boys training camp bathroom and no one knows who it belongs to and s/o and tsukki have to get it back without being known? yeesh that was long to write hehe, love your writing; hope you keep writing! thank u!

i worked on this for so long and ive read it so many times that the words dont have any meaning anymore. its long so u know the drill. thank you for the request! * slight nsfw at the beginning *fem readerword count: 1962

“Fuck, that was good,” Tsukishima whispered to you, his face pressed into your neck.

“Besides the fact that you dragged me into the boy’s bathroom for it.”

You felt Tsukki’s lips smirk against your skin before he pressed a kiss into the same spot. “I know you liked it, you don’t have to act like you were opposed to the idea.”

A scoff is the only response you could muster. Tsukishima was holding you up against the wall of the bathroom stall, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist - you were thankful he was strong enough to hold you up.

He kissed your neck again, “you just look too good in those gym shorts…”

You smiled at how sweet he could be - he still wanted to kiss and touch you everywhere even after you both had already finished. And he had yet to pull out, which added to how close you felt to him…

Would round two be inappropriate?

The two of you had gone all week without doing so much as kissing each other - but now, on the last night of the training camp, you both had enough. Tsukishima had spent the week cursing your short shorts you wore for summer, and you had to endure watching his leg and arm muscles get to work.

“Kei,” you mumbled, straightening your back and pulling yourself up just a bit. You put your hand in his hair, tugging on his blonde locks before nudging your hips towards him.

And Tsukki got the hint - you could tell by the hickey he was currently sucking into your shoulder. You could feel his dick getting hard again inside of you.

“You’ve got to be quiet for real this time,” he warned you - god, his voice was so hot when he spoke with such a strict tone.

You nodded, and as soon as Tsukishima pulled his hips back, ready to push himself back into you - the bathroom door opened.

Both of your eyes widened and Tsukki pushed forward due to the momentum he had built up, and as you gasped he covered your mouth with his large hand.

There were two voices outside of the stall but you couldn’t be bothered to listen to what they were saying. Tsukishima had already figured out that it was Bokuto and Kuroo who interrupted your session. They’d come to take a piss together, apparently.

Kuroo said something that caused both of them to laugh, and that’s when Tsukki whispered in your ear.

“As soon as they leave, hurry and get dressed - everyone’s probably realized we’re missing.”

You nodded, trying your best not to move too much.

Bokuto and Kuroo were out of the bathroom quickly, and as soon as the door shut Tsukki was sitting you back down on the ground, handing you your clothes before picking up his own.

“Hurry,” he told you, “before anyone else comes in.”

You slipped your shirt and shorts on as quickly as you could, before sliding your shoes on as well. It just now occurred to you that you didn’t have to take everything off in order to have a good time - you’d remember that for next time.

“Do I have sex hair?” you asked as Tsukki opened the stall.

He gave you a once over before smirking, “yeah, you do.”

“So do you,” you said, reaching up and combing his hair with your fingers.

He swatted your hands away, “there isn’t time for getting all dolled up.”

You rolled your eyes, following him to the bathroom door. “Do you want everyone to know we just had sex?”

Tsukishima didn’t reply; instead he opened the door, looking left and right down the hall to ensure no one was coming before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out behind him.

“See? In and out, just like I told you.”

Soon enough, you and Tsukishima had to go your separate ways - Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi lured Tsukki in for some more free practice, and you decided to have an early night in, as the next day was the last one at the camp. It was a big day, too, so you needed to be rested.

The next day was a big one indeed.

You slept in a bit later than everyone else - despite going to sleep earlier, and you awoke to Tsukki shaking you awake, his worried face causing you to wake right up.

“We have a problem,” he said, standing from his kneeling position. You stood up next to him.

“What? Did something happen?”

“Just get dressed.”

That’s what you did, not bothering to go to the changing room as Tsukki was the only one in the room - everyone else was probably eating breakfast, or in the gym by now.

You walked to the gym with Tsukishima - during that time, he explained the problem.

“Are you sure they’re mine?”

“Yes, Y/N, I would know those anywhere - they look so good on you, and - that’s besides the point.” Tsukishima was speaking fast; he was worried. “How are we going to get them back?”

“I… don’t know.”

“They’re in the lost and found - it shouldn’t be that hard.”

Tsukki led you to the box, and that’s where you saw them - your frilly pink underwear sitting among knee pads and t-shirts.

Tsukishima had told you that it was Hinata who found them, and he was scared shitless when he did. If Hinata knew they were yours, well - he would never look at you the same way again.

“Oh my god, they’re mine.”

“I told you,” Tsukki whispered. “Try to think of a time for me to get them, alright? The games are starting.”

The problem was that the lost and found was in the main gym, where the practice matches were held - where everyone would be all day. There wasn’t a way to get them without being seen - and you’d rather take a volleyball to the face than be seen stealing your underwear from the lost and found.

You thought about it the entire day - you’d die if the team found out they were yours. How had you managed to forget your underwear? What’s worse is they were found in the boy’s bathroom! You couldn’t have anyone knowing you were in there! You’d be shamed by the team, you’d never be able to look Coach Ukai in the eye again, and your job as manager would be over.

And this is all because Tsukishima couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for one more day.

Your saving grace came in the form of an overheard conversation, though; the managers from Fukurodani were talking about the barbecue the coaches had organized for lunch.

That’s your ticket.

Everyone would be too distracted eating, not a single soul would be in this gym - and no one would notice Tsukki’s small disappearance. As long as he was in and out, it’d be a piece of cake.

You stopped listening to their conversation, however, when they began snickering about “someone leaving their thongs lying around after having a good time.”

Well, they weren’t wrong.

You pulled your boyfriend to the side and let him in on the plan, in which he agreed to before he got back to the games.

The rest of the day went by quickly - you forced yourself to forget about your missing item until it was lunch time.

By then, everyone was exhausted - even you were looking forward to this barbecue.

You and Tsukishima went outside with everyone else, as if nothing was wrong.

“When everyone’s getting their food, I’ll tell Yamaguchi I’m going to the bathroom. If anyone asks, that’s where I am, alright?”

You nodded and went about the barbecue, getting all the foods you wanted and successfully avoiding any rabid volleyball players. When you sat down with the rest of the managers, you wanted to join the conversation - but they were talking about the underwear.

“Whose are they? It’s one of ours, obviously - whoever it is just needs to come clean!”

The girls giggled - everyone but Kiyoko, who was sitting across from you. While making eye contact with you, she said, “I think they belong to one of the boys.”

Your eyes widened - did she know?

The table erupted in frilly laughter and agreement - allowing you to have a sigh of relief.

It wouldn’t last long, though; it’d been ten minutes since Tsukki left to the bathroom, and he still hadn’t returned. You were beginning to get worried, but you forced yourself to calm down.

Until Coach Ukai came walking out of the building - carrying a box on his shoulder with the words Lost and Found scribbled on the side.

Behind him was your boyfriend - whose face was pale. His hands were in his pockets and he was biting his lip; when he looked at you, his eyes were wide and his face was stern. He shook his head.

He didn’t have them.

No.

“Listen up, everyone!” Ukai said loudly, “there’s a lot of items in the lost and found that need to be claimed, so I’ll show these things off and you come get what’s yours, alright?”

The girls at your table snickered. “I guess we’ll find out which of these boys wears thongs.”

“My money’s on Bokuto.”

You were still staring at Tsukishima - and you’re sure that your face is just as pale as his. You felt ill.

Coach Ukai was going to hold up your underwear to everyone at training camp.

You wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to go. Should you just walk up and get them before he holds them up? Sure, that would be embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as all of your friends seeing your underwear.

Maybe you should just accept it - walk up there with a spring in your step, a confident stride that no one could make fun of, and claim your missing thong and let everyone know that you have sex.

But bragging about your sex life is far from something you want to do - and you know that when you do go up there, you’ll probably trip and fall.

Which would be less embarrassing, by the way.

“Alright, that’s everything - you can keep eating now!” you turned your head quickly to see Ukai was holding the box upside down, showing that it was empty.

You stood and made your way over to Tsukishima as quickly as you could, not caring if you drew any attention to yourself.

After pulling him to the side, you said, a bit too loudly, “did you get them?!”

“No,” he replied, “they weren’t there.”

“What do you mean?”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “They weren’t there, Y/N.”

You were lost for words. What was there to say, when your boyfriend tells you that your underwear is missing amongst a group of teenage boys?

The silence was interrupted by Kiyoko’s voice. She was standing behind you.

“I knew one of the coaches was going to go through lost and found sometime today, so I took your underwear put it with your things before they could show it off to everyone. I hope that was okay.”

You turned around.

Without thinking, you replied, “how did you know they were mine?”

“I saw you two going into the bathroom together. It wasn’t hard to figure out.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, and a single glance at Tsukki proved that he was blushing just as hard.

“Be more careful next time, okay?”

You nodded and Kiyoko walked away, and you’re sure she’s off to do another selfless deed or act of kindness.

After turning around to face Tsukki, you pointed at him to show that you really meant what you were saying, “Never. Again.”

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