#tsukishima oneshot

[starjaeyun]

gatekeeper — tsukishima kei !

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

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

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

“just give up already”

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

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

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

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

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

“so you’re implying it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“of course not!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re overreacting” tsukishima simply says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not talking about platonic love”

“WHY YOU—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[13a07s]

Incompetent

(Kei Tsukishima)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to mieille]

Requested by: Me :)

Word Count: 3,658

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Intoxication/Alcohol

Mentions of crossfading/marijuana

Name Calling: Skinny, Dumb/er, Stupid, Asshole, Crybaby

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     "Skinny," I slur, the tall blonde I just called for slowly making his way up the sidewalk laid in a path to the front door. He's one of Tetsuro's volleyball people or his 'student' as my brother likes to call him. He's a pretty boy. A pretty late to the party boy.

     "Kuroo-Chan," he grumbles, stalling his steps for a moment, taking the time to look around the front yard before he finishes the rest of the path. "Does your brother know where you are?" Tsukishima asks, the darkness of the night hiding the pointed look I'm sure he's sending down at me. Despite it being so dark outside, the blue of the headphones settled on his neck is still present in the black backdrop.

     I shrug my shoulders, my focus on shaking the empty cup in my hand to make sure it's empty. "Has anyone seen my sister?" Tetsuro's strained voice carries out through the open door and windows, almost but not fully drowned out by the music inside.

     The boy in front of me snaps his head up, looking at the party through the propped-open door before his sight falls back to me. "That’s a no," he mutters, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looks down at me. "You shouldn't be outside alone."

     "I'm fine," I hum, setting my plastic cup on the porch before propping an arm up, and resting my heavy head on it. It doesn't exactly feel heavy, more like it's dead weight stuck on my shoulders.

     "You're drunk," he counters, moving forward to stand on the bottom step, adding a few inches to his height. Tsukki is only standing for a moment before he crouches down, closing some of the height difference between us. "You shouldn't be alone while drinking, much less outside," he adds, elbows on his knees with his hands pressed together between his knees.

     "I'm fine," I repeat, shrugging my shoulders again as I let my eyes close. "Besides, you're outside alone."

     "I'm not drunk and I'm a guy," he huffs, glancing through the door again.

     "What's that supposed to mean?" I hiss, snapping both my eyes open and my body straight. Tsukki has a terrible attitude most of the time but I never thought misogyny was part of his arsenal.

"It means," he hisses back, the rough tone dropping from the rest of his statement. "Statistically, a sober man is far less likely to get assaulted than a drunk woman. I am a man. I am sober. You're a woman. You are not sober. Stop being stupid."

"You're stupid," I mumble, letting my head tilt to the side so I can look up at the stars instead of the mean boy in front of me. The mean, correct boy.

As I tilt my head, the ability to stop the rest of me from tilting goes out the window, replaced by the short free fall I'm going to have to endure. "Kuroo-Chan," Tsukki growls, his hands shooting forward. One settles behind my neck, cupping it to help my head stop moving. His other one settles in the middle of my back, pushing on me until I'm sat upright again. "You're dumb."

"You're dumber," I whisper, eyes locked on the stars in the sky. Tsukishima's hand on my neck feels warm, adding back some of the body heat the breeze of the night has been stealing from me. The one on my body feels big, easily covering a good chunk of my back. "Your hands are big," I add, my eyes shifting to look at the boy touching me. I try to shift my head to get a better look at him, but it takes a second before I can, Tsuki controlling the movement of it.

He stays silent for a moment, his eyes stuck behind the lens of his glasses slowly blinking as he looks at me. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"It's a sta... statis...tic," I jumble the word out, struggling to say it for a moment. Alcohol might make me feel loose and like the world is made out of sugar, but it doesn't help my speech very much.

"That wouldn't be a statistic. It would be a fact," he corrects, the hand on my back bouncing for a second before it goes flat against me again. "How much have you had to drink?" I shrug my shoulders, not completely sure what the answer is. A lot, I think. Probably a lot.

An annoyed sigh spills from Tsukishima, his eyes torn away from me again so he can scan what little of the party he can see through the door. "Too much, probably."

"Probably," I echo, dragging the word out as I let my eyes fall closed again. "I would like another one of those... um... frozen... you know... it's like juice and alcohol but frozen but not like a popsicle-frozen, you know?"

"A spiked slushy?"

"Yes!" I chirp, snapping my eyes open again. Tsukki looks unamused with me. "Yaku was making blue and red candy ones. I had a blue one. I want a red one. Do you want a red one?"

"I don't like drinking."

"Why not?" I ask, trying to tilt my head back to look at the sky again.

Like before, I have to wait for Tsukki to allow it, his hand tightening on the back of my neck so I don't fall onto the porch again. "Alcohol makes people incompetent."

"Your little boyfriend is in - com - pe - tent then," I stumble out, breaking up the word so I can say it easier. Last I knew the freckled boy always attached to Tsukishima was somewhere inside getting crossfaded with Karasuno's backup setter, Kenma, and a few other party-goers. Sugar-something, maybe? Maybe the sugar guy is their captain, though I think his name is dye-something.

"Yamaguchi is incompetent when he's sober too so that's not surprising."

"That's mean. You shouldn't talk about your friends like that," I lecture him around the giggles I can't help but spill.

"I assure you Yamaguchi doesn't mind," Tsuki tells me, letting out another annoyed sigh. "You on the other hand are incompetent when drunk and annoying while sober, so I guess I'll take incompetent over obnoxious."

My head - attempts - to lull to the side, the boy controlling my head movements giving in again and letting me move. My heavy lids droop a bit, trying my best to send him a side-eye of anger. I'm not annoying and I'm not incompetent, Tskuishima is just a mean person. "Do you think I'm annoying?"

Not-so-jolly green giant stays quiet for a moment, simply looking down at me stone-faced. "Yes."

"Asshole," I growl, trying to jerk myself away from his hold. My hands wrap around his wrist, trying to pull his hand off my neck.

Why does Tsukishima have to always be an ass? Would it kill him to be nice to people? Is his heart really that frozen over? I mean, he's not even nice to his best friend. What kind of person is mean to their best friend? People like Tsuki.

The mix of struggling to get his hand off of me and the swirling thoughts of how I ended up with the party asshole makes my eyes sting with tears, the emotions enforced by the alcohol in my system. I'm not this emotional or this easily upset unless I'm drunk. Booze might effortlessly make me happy but it makes all my other emotions easily accessed too.

"Don't cry, Kuroo-Chan," Tsukki murmurs, the hand on my back jumping up to wipe at my cheeks. "Being annoying isn't always a bad thing, crybaby."

"I'm not a crybaby," I try to argue, my voice cracking in the middle of my sentence making it hard to do.

"Well you're crying because I called you annoying. I think that qualifies as a crybaby."

"I'm crying because of the alcohol. Usually, I don't care about your bad attitude."

That gets me a soft grin, Tsukki's fingertips still wiping the wetness of my cheeks. "I know," he mutters, fingers frozen against my cheek for a moment before they're dancing across my skin again. "People tend to fall into drunk categories. Reckless drunks, emotional drunks, abusive drunks, or affectionate drunks."

"Affectionate is an emotion, stupid."

"It is. I suppose I misspoke. Clingy drunks."

"What's the difference," I murmur, letting my eyes fall closed again as I enjoy the light warm touches of Tsuki's fingertips.

"Reckless drunks tend to do stupid stuff for the laughs and experiences. Emotional drunks - like you - switch between being sad and happy easily. Abusive drunks are usually angry, sometimes saying mean things or hurting people. Clingy drunks are, well, clingy and whiney. Does that make sense?"

"Ya," I answer, slowly opening my eyes again. Tsukishima is fully focused on his fingers, watching them trace over my face. "Is it bad that I'm an emotional drunk?"

"No," he answers after a moment, his hand falling away from my face. "It's the best kind of drunk, at least in my book. They're the easiest to handle."

I hum for a moment, watching Tsukki as he watches me. "I need to pee."

His expression drops, back to being stone-faced as he slowly blinks at me again. "Then you should go to the bathroom."

"I should go to the bathroom," I echo, trying to remember how to get to the bathroom in Yaku's house. Is there a downstairs bathroom or just an upstairs bathroom? Where is the upstairs bathroom? I don't know. "I don't know where the bathroom is," I confess, my attention back on four eyes.

"Of course, you don't," he grumbles, another annoyed sigh being pushed out his nose. His eyes flicker up again, back on the party for a moment before they settle in me again. "Let's go find the bathroom, then your brother."

"I don't want to find Tetsuro," I tell Tsukki, my head falling backward at the surprise loss of support I wasn't prepared for.

"Why not?" He asks, his hands pushing against my sides, his hold ending up under my arms. Tsukishima lifts me as he gets up, setting me on my feet once he's standing.

"Because I'm mad at him," I answer, a small smile playing on my lips as the Lion King theme song plays in my head.

Tsukki slowly lets me go, giving me time to adjust to holding up my body weight again. "Why are you mad?" He asks, fully releasing me now.

"I don't remember."

"Of course not," he grumbles, a hand gripping my bicep as he starts walking away, leading me back into the house. As soon as we're across the threshold, we're hit with a heavy mix of music, flashing lights, and the twisted smell of booze and marijuana.

     I'm quickly tugged forward, and settled in front of the tall bean pole. Tsukishima's hands bouncing from their new place on my hips up to my biceps again. "I hate parties," he groans, tugging me closer to himself, my back pressed to his chest.

     "That's because you're boring."

     He shrugs the comment off or didn't hear it. Instead, he starts shouldering us through the hallway, hands falling back down to my hips so he can help me worm through the crowd.

     It takes a couple of minutes but we - more like Tsukki - manage to find the stairs. "Is the bathroom upstairs or downstairs?" He asks head lowered so he can speak closer to my ear.

     "I know there's one upstairs but maybe there's one downstairs."

     "Incompetent," he groans, jerking me towards the stairs. Tsukishima's arms loop around my hipbones, crossing themselves over my stomach as he presses me against the wall. Again, the walk up the stairs is slow, Mr. Know-it-all working to squeeze us around the people making out and passing out.

     When we get to the landing of the second floor, the party is still alive but less in your face. Lights are still low, two or three nightlights being the only source of light in the hallway. The music is softer too but the scent of weed is stronger than it was downstairs.

     A few people are littered around the space, some smoking, and again, some making out. There's a soft mix of a few different voices moaning and whining spilling from the make-outers and some of the bedrooms, making me turn my nose up. Who goes to a party and has sex in someone else's house? Someone else's bed? At least be decent and go do it in your car or something.

     I'm pushed on again, four eyes shoving me toward the line of six or seven people posted outside a door, the door to the bathroom if I had to guess. Most of them are scrolling on their phones and a few doing the potty dance as they wait.

     As Tsukki is making our way by the bathroom, the door swings open, the girl that was in there looking pale as she walks past. "Bathroom," he grumbles, pushing me through the door.

     "Hey!" The man next in line yells, already stepping up to my escort. "She has to wait in line like everyone else, buddy. Back of the line."

     "First come, first serve," Tsukishima answers, his shoulders relaxed despite the man puffing himself off. The dude is shorter than Tsukki, easily half a foot shorter, but he has more muscle mass.

     "No shit. That's why there's a line," the man hisses, taking a step forward.

     "I don't mind waiting," I butt in, gripping Tsukishima's elbow and tugging on it to try and get his attention.

     "You're not waiting," he grumbles, using his side to push me into the bathroom again. "Go to the bathroom," he orders, closing the door before I can argue with him again.

     The man keeps trying to fight Tsukki on the subject, the not-so-jolly green giant having a smart mouth response every time. I shake my head at the stupid boy, causing issues for no reason.

     My hands fall to my pants, trying to undo my belt so I can go to the bathroom and get out before things get too heated between the two. Despite my efforts, my fingers won't work how I want them to, making me struggle to get my belt unhooked. "Tsukki?" I call, trying to turn the doorknob to get it open. The handle won't turn though, making panic bubble in my chest. "Tsukki?" I call again, this time knocking on the door in hopes that'll get his attention. "Why won't the door open?"

     Luckily, it does catch his attention, the door cracked so the blondie can peek in. "Sorry, I was holding the handle and didn't notice you trying to open it. Not that it matters because I know for a fact you didn't go to the bathroom yet."

     "I can't get my belt open," I mutter, my cheeks quickly going hot with embarrassment.

     Glass's eyes snap closed, annoyed sigh, and then they're open again. "You're a very incompetent drunk, do you know that?" He asks, opening the door further so he can slither into the room. His attention is off me for a moment, long enough for the lock on the door to snap into place. "Come here," Tsukki grumbles, fingers shoved between my belt and my pants to pull me closer to him.

     My body tingles as his fingers slide over my belt, settling on the buckle of it. Again, the room is filled with snapping, this time it's my belt being undone instead of the lock being put in place. The next sounds are the snap of my pant button and then my zipper being undone. "Go to the bathroom," he orders again, tapping my forehead with his finger.

     "Yes sir," I hum, turning around and walking away from him. Tsukki rests against the door, his head tipped backward so he's looking at the ceiling. I wiggle my pants down before settling on the toilet, my bladder full but unwilling to go with an audience. "I can't go."

     "Why not? It's not like I'm staring at you." He sighs, eyes still locked on the ceiling.

     "You're going to hear me."

     "You have to be kidding me," he groans, hands jumping to his headphones before settling them over his ears. His hands dig through his pockets, taking out his phone and messing with it for a moment before putting it back. Tsukki throws me a thumbs up, his music loud enough that I can hear the soft humming of it outside his headphones.

     That's good enough for my body, my bladder finally giving in and releasing the pressure of my needs. I go about my business, trying not to think about how there's a boy, my brother's rival 'student', standing in the bathroom with me.

     Once I'm done, I take the time to wash and dry my hands, my fingers instantly chilly because of their dampness and the wind blowing through the open bathroom window. "Tsukki?" I call again, pressing my hands against his neck, his body heat instantly starting to eat away at my chilliness.

     His head snaps down, an annoyed scowl on his face. Despite his annoyance, his hands drop down to refasten my pants and belt for me. When my pants are secure in my body again, Tsukishima tugs his headphones off, pulling my hands away from his warmth to settle them in place. "Don't do that again."

     "Why not?"

     "I don't like being cold," he grumbles, turning away from me to unlock and open the door. Tsukki strolls out of the bathroom, leaving me standing in the doorway looking after him. He gets halfway down the hallway before his head starts moving around, checking both sides of himself before turning towards me again. "What are you doing?"

     "I don't know," I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

     "Come here," he orders his voice a mix of pissiness and disbelief. I do as ordered again, trailing down the path he just took before standing in place next to him. "You are so dumb. It's amazing how dumb you are. You might even be dumber than Hinata and Kageyama," Tsukishima lectures me, shoving his fingers between my belt and my pants again and wrapping them around my belt. This time he's clinging to a section that runs across my lower back.

     "I'm not dumb."

     "Yes, you are," he argues, using my belt to tug me down the hallway, back toward the stairs. The descent back down is easier this time, Tsukki already knows the layout and how to work around everyone. Once we're on the landing of the first floor, I only get a second before four eyes is pulling on me again, leading me down the first hallway we crossed. "Where's the kitchen?"

     "That way," I chirp, pointing at the swinging door at the end of the hallway. Tsukki groans again, pulling me in the direction I pointed. He shoulders the door open, maneuvering the both of us into the kitchen.

     My eyes instantly fall on the frosty owl of my brother's friend group. "Boku-Chan!" I call, wiggling in Tsukishima's hold, trying to get loose to greet Tetsuro's friend.

     "Hey, hey, hey," the big man barks, quickly making his way toward us. "Mini-Rooster and Tsukki-poo."

     "Don't call me that," Tsukishima complains, letting me go when Bokuto is two or three steps away from us.

     I instantly shoot forward, colliding with the big man's chest. Bokuto's arms fall over my shoulders, holding me to his chest as his hand rubs against my back. I welcome the comfort of a man I grew up seeing as one of many big brothers Tetsuro has collected for me, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head in my chest. "Killer graduation party Yaku is throwing, huh? What did he get his degree in again?"

     "Sports studies or something dumb like that," I answer, my words coming out muffled because of my position.

     "Are you enjoying the party, Tsukki-dude?"

     "No," he answers, voice clipped short. "Do you know where Kuroo is?" He asks his hand back to being wrapped around my belt, tugging me away from Bokuto. Tsukishima doesn't stop tugging on me until I'm situated against him again, his chest to my back.

     "What? Worried Kuroo is going to see you hanging on his baby sister? I heard he put the fear of God in the last guy he saw clinging to his mini-me," Bokuto teases, a soft chuckle following.

     "He didn't put the fear of God into my ex. Tetsuro just... made sure he knew if he caused me any issues during the break that Kenma has the means to 'get rid of him' but he just kidding," I correct, letting my head rest against Tsukki's shoulder. The alcohol is catching up to me and making it hard to keep my thoughts straight. All I can think about is how he smells like vanilla.

     "Sure he was, Chicky," Bokuto mutters, shaking his head at me. "Well, you two enjoy yourself. When I run into Kuroo I'll let him know I saw you safe and sound, without a tall blonde four-eyed blocker gripping you like he wants to eat you whole." The joking is paired with a passing wink this time, the owl-man walking off to go do who knows what.

     "It's not like that!" Tsukishima yells after him, his breath a bit huffy.

     "Sure it ain't, Tsukki-dude," the owl yells over his shoulder, the argument getting cut off when the kitchen door swings closed.

     "It's not like that," the blocker repeats, this time quieter and aimed at me. I shrug my shoulders, letting more of my body weight melt into him. "It's not."

     "It's okay if it is."

     "You're incompetent, Kuroo-Chan," he grumbles, his grip tightening on me. I glance up at him, sure as the sun that his cheeks are dusted pink. "And annoying."

     "I know."

[uweinei-02]

slipping by like sand (ONE-SHOT) ft. tsukishima kei

SYNOPSIS: his core belief is that everything is temporary, so when you change and reshape it, he could only end up getting attached. GENRE: angst, but not too angsty (you die) AUTHORS NOTE: i wanted to explore the idea of everything being temporary as a characters belief and immediately thought of kei.. i hurt my faves LOL also, i stole the first two-ish paragraphs off of a fic i wrote in like 2022 when i used to be into encanto. for so many reasons i'm not going to drop it (i'm embarrassed, which is the only reason).

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crystalline silica, a common material that is found within the earth's crust, consisting of sand, dirt, concrete, and mortar. however, these in turn are also aspects of crystalline silica. all of which are ever so common, yet so small, small enough to pass through the never ending twists and turns of life and time. crystalline silica is able to withstand the erosion of natures course, however is somehow completely vulnerable to certain chemicals, ensuring its destruction. despite it being common, crystalline silica is known to be a hazard to everyone's health, being a cause of certain diseases and health issues when highly exposed to.

sometimes, tsukishima believes that he too is like sand. he flows through the fissures of time, akin to sand underneath the sea, flowing with the waves of the tide. he finds himself drowning and flowing through water, resting on the shore, sticking to people, falling, being temporary in different places and times. he learned to accept that everything was just temporary, that there would be an end to everything. so when it came to you, he wondered how you managed to change his entire perspective on life, and make it all come back within the span of 4 years.

his first and last visions of you were both polar opposites, in turn, you were also his foil, the opposite of him, someone that had the ability to challenge his beliefs. to challenge his very core values. even up until death, you still shook his very core beliefs.

when he first met you, you were both paired up on a project for japanese literature, studying the works of poets and deciphering the hidden meanings between each phrase. to you, everything and anything held meaning, while to him, only things that seemed to hold meaning held meaning. after all, he never naturally desired to try harder.

his second moment of you was when you had decided to go to the beach with some of your friends, coincidentally, tsukishima and yamaguchi were also there minding their own business. he had his headphones on, bobbing his head to the music while yamaguchi was simply sitting on the sand, admiring the view. you however, approached him greeting both him and yamaguchi with a smile. he tuned into his music, giving you a nod of acknowledgement as you begin to chat with yamaguchi. next thing he knew, he saw you running towards the water, waving to him with a smile, catching up to your friends. perhaps he wanted to take a photo of you, smiling to him as you looked back at him.

when he was with you, each moment felt fleeting. every moment that he had with you was temporary, so he wondered why you came back each time. why you came back to haunt him, over, and over, and over again. each moment with you made him question his core belief of everything being temporary. if everything was temporary, why did you keep coming back to him?

at some point, he watched over his shoulder, making sure you were still there with him and yamaguchi. he wold begin to look for you when you weren't there. he would check to make sure you were doing alright and would also make sure that you were doing your best. of course, he didn't know that he subconsciously let you into his life, and he knew damn well how you were temporary, how everyone was temporary.

after four years of becoming close friends, all three of you would constantly spend time with one another, making sure you all allocated time for one another even if there were club activities. all three of you expected to spend the rest of your lives with one another, never growing distant and always being friends even if one of you ended up living across the globe.

during those four years, tsukishima learned to accept the truth, that not everything is temporary. he learned to accept others because you alternated his beliefs and values. you managed to catch the sand holding him and placing him into a new environment. watching him change and become someone new, he embraced the change you provided for him.

he remembered watching you run towards the road, in a sense he felt that it was cliche, this was how everything ended. in each romance book one of them always died by being his by a car, he watched it hit you, your body flying and stopping in the middle of the intersection. he barely processed it, and only finally did when he heard the thud of your body hit the ground and the blood seeping out.

he remembered calling an ambulance, he remembered holding your hand telling, no, begging you to stay with him, begging you to wake up. he remembered being surrounded by people, so many people who came out of their cars to check on you, passerby's who were confused by the commotion. he remembered getting into the ambulance with you, he remembered all the machines that suddenly became part of you, machines that you had to rely on.

he vividly remembered watching you smile looking back at him as you ran to the sea at the beach, and he felt sick. he could only reach for your hand, asking you not to go, to wait, that you both still had your future with yamaguchi, that you still had the plans you three planned to fulfil with one another.

he remembered watching you get reeled into the emergency room, he remembered being forced to wait for you in the waiting room. he remembered holding his hands to his face in absolute anguish, begging some unknown god to keep you alive. he also remembered watching your parents barge in, tears streaming down their face.

oddly enough, he knew his prayers couldn't have been answered and he hated that. he knew you died upon entering the hospital, he knew when he felt your hand slip off of his, when your chest stopped slightly rising.

and for the first time in four years, he remembered that everything was temporary.

[tetsumie]

"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"

read part 2 here!

pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

content: the boys call you clingy but they don’t mean it

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

tsukishima kei

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

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

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

they are most definitely used to this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"hi kei," you say curtly.

"what's for breakfast?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're so sappy," you reply.

"oh shut up."

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

"okay, kei."

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

suna rintaro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"hey."

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

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

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

"sure."

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

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

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

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

suna: r u here?

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

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

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

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

suna: can you please answer?

suna: or call me? please?

suna: fuck y/n

suna: r u ok?

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

you're seeing all of his messages.

you've seen all of them.

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

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

you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.

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

"so where were you today?" he begins.

"at home."

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

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

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

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

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

"listen, i-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© tetsumie 2024 all rights reserved 

[suplicyy]

can i please request tsukki’s reaction to his gf getting matching bracelets for both of them? (scenario)

Thank u, have a great day

Matching Bracelets

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

— Summary: You surprise him with matching bracelets!!

— Tags/Genre: Fem!Reader | Fluff

— Warnings: None!

"Close your eyes and open your hand." "...What are you going to do with me?" "Just do it!!"

Tsukishima reluctantly does as you ask, he closes his eyes and reaches out his hand to you.

"If you're going to put a toy cockroach in my hand again, I won't trust you anymore." "I-It's nothing like that!!"

With his eyes closed, he can hear you opening a drawer and rummaging inside it, as if you were looking for something. Less than a minute later, he hears your footsteps heading towards him, and soon feels something being placed in his hand.

"Okay, you can look now!”

He opens his eyes, and looks at his hand.

There was a bracelet with green polka dots of different shades, and on it there was also a small silver pendant in the shape of a dinosaur. Kei looks at you, and notices that you are showing him another bracelet, only yours was yellow and had a golden chicken-shaped pendant.

"What is that?" he asks in his usual monotone, which makes you pout.

"They're matching bracelets that I made myself!!! Do you like them??" you approach him, clasping your hands behind your back, a cheeky smile on your face.

"Why does yours have a chicken pendant?" "Duhhh, it's because chickens are the descendants of dinosaurs, I thought you were smarter than that, Kei!"

He looks at you in disbelief, almost laughing at your stupidity.

"You could have just made yours with another dinosaur, you know, no one will take you seriously with a chicken bracelet." says Tsukishima in his sarcastic tone, pointing to his yellow bracelet.

"You are clearly stringing me along!! Just reply if you liked it or not!” "Idiot, of course I liked it." his sincerity makes you blush slightly, making you play dumb to try and hide your sudden shyness.

"O-Of course you liked it! I am an expert at giving gifts after all." you let out a triumphant laugh, placing your hands on your hips.

Without you noticing, Tsukishima smiles almost imperceptibly, as he looks at the green bracelet he has already placed on his wrist.

— A/N:

[lcvemiyuki]

“crossed lines” | tsukishima, hq

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི - "the walls" by chase atlantic

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: he thought he knew the answers to everything and made sure to map out his every action. yet, none could rationalize the way you made his insides churn with a burn of conflicting emotions

warnings: suggestive (no smut!), enemies-to-lovers (they dislike each other), college student!tsukishima, swearing, fem!reader, lots of tension, pov switching

character(s): tsukishima

word count: 1518

a/n: heavily inspired by that riff part in 'the walls' by chase atlantic (had to listen to it a million times to perfectly describe it as in my head lolol)...this is my 1st time writing something so intense AHHH, i hope you like it!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“Tsukki, wait!” Yamaguchi’s voice echoed into the rain-soaked street, the downpour muffling his words to a mere whisper against the relentless pattering of raindrops on the cobblestone pavement. 

“She’s such an idiot,” Tsukishima muttered under his breath, his annoyance palpable in the tightness of his voice as he followed your retreating figure, a lone silhouette against the cold, relentless rain. Yamaguchi had just relayed the latest news about your on-again, off-again boyfriend. The twitch in Tsukishima’s right eye, a clear sign of his irritation, was hidden by his black-rimmed glasses, but the tension in his body language was unmistakable.

He couldn’t believe you were storming out from the dorms into the darkness yet again. 

An invisible force pulled him in your direction, but instead of a gentle tug, it was more like a high-speed collision. The more Yamaguchi detailed the fiasco with your so-called “Mr. Perfect,” the tighter Tsukishima’s fists clenched until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. When he finally released his grip, deep red nail marks were etched into his pale skin. He didn’t hear his friend’s confused questions; all he could hear was the ringing in his ears and the pounding of his own heart in his chest, like a desperate drum seeking his attention as he followed after you.

When he finally caught up to you, he reached out, his hand hovering just above your shoulder before he firmly turned you around to face him. 

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, a testament to the pain you were feeling, and your hand instantly rejected his touch, aggressively shrugging off his hold. 

“Are you seriously thinking about taking him back?” His voice cut through the thundering rain, raised just enough to be heard over the downpour. You scoffed in disbelief, tightening your grip on the baby pink umbrella, trying to recompose yourself.

“And what’s it to you, huh?” you snapped, your voice wavering with emotion as you lifted your chin defiantly. 

If this day could get any worse, it had to involve seeing his annoyingly, fault-finding face. He always acted with judgment and you knew he looked down on your every mistake. And what made it worse was that his opinion always spoke some cut-throat truth you couldn't swallow.

Now here he was, sticking his nose into your business and voicing his input.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” His eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with disdain. “It’s pitiful.”

His t-shirt clung to his body, soaked through, but the heat of the moment kept the shivers at bay. You were infuriating, and he knew the feeling was mutual.

So why did he feel compelled to chase after you?

He should be sneering at your stupidity. Yet, here you were, crowding his thoughts, his vision, everything.

His insults only fueled your anger, the words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. Yet, beneath the rage, a sliver of fear crept in—fear that he might be right. It was the unspoken truth that gnawed at you, the one everyone else probably thought but never dared to voice. But Tsukishima, with his sharp tongue and piercing gaze, had no such reservations.

If Tsukishima excelled at one thing, it was his uncanny ability to read you like an open book. He knew you too well, his eyes always catching the smallest, most insignificant details that he would mercilessly call out. Every comment was a well-aimed dart, hitting precisely where you were most vulnerable. It was infuriating how effortlessly he could unravel you, laying bare your insecurities with a few well-chosen words.

You clenched your fists, feeling the sting of his remarks, the heat of your anger battling the cold edge of your fingertips. His words echoed in your mind, a relentless reminder of the truths you tried to bury. Despite the fury blazing in your chest, you couldn't shake the nagging thought that he saw you more clearly than anyone else ever could. And that realization, more than his biting words, left a pit in your stomach.

The truth made you want to scream out into the looming darkness.

“Pitiful?” you questioned as your feet stepped down the curb, “if I’m so pathetic, then leave me be. Go project your judgment onto someone else other than rubbing it in my fucking face” you spat out harshly.

You didn’t want to deal with him tonight, not when you felt the weight of his words slowly sinking into your pores. You turned around to flee, but Tsukishima’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait.”

You paused but didn’t turn back. His voice, though steady, carried an intensity that made your heart race—a quiet before the storm that left you both anxious and drawn in.

“Why do you care so much?” you mustered, your voice cracking slightly as you tried to stand your ground. When there was no response to be heard, you hesitantly turned around once more.

And the sight was maddening.

His blonde locks, usually slightly short, now stretched longer down his forehead, the rain streaming down his face. Although his whole body was soaked from head to toe, his expression remained unchanged. He looked on toward you, eyes darkened and burning holes in your body. His head tilted slightly as if he was trying to piece together what you were thinking—or maybe, reanalyzing his own.

“Tsukishima, why do you care?” you demanded once more.

Maybe it was the curiosity that urged you to repeat yourself; maybe it was the way you’ve never seen the six-foot-two man in front of you look so—disheveled.

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he took a step closer, almost unconsciously, as if he didn’t even know what he was doing. Those golden-brown eyes burned with a mix of frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place. Your heart raced as your breath escaped in a long, slow huff through your nose. Your glazed eyes locked onto his, watching tiny droplets slide down his glasses and cling to his long lashes. The heat between you was palpable; the rain felt like gasoline, fueling the raging fire.

“Why do I care?” he whispered, his voice barely audible as his gaze fixated on your lips. It was as if he was echoing your words, distracted by the movement of your mouth as his eyebrows furrowed.

‘Because I burn with emotions that you sear into my whole being’

“Because you’re aggravating,” he seethed through gritted teeth, his frustration evident in the sharp edge of his voice. Yet, despite his irritation, his gaze remained fixated on your lips. 

You felt the intensity of his gaze, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw every fiber of your being towards him. 

But just as quickly as the moment had built, Tsukishima pulled back, his expression hardening once more. His jaw clenched tensely, taking a step back while his gaze shifted, trying to focus on something else. The uncertainty still lingered in the narrow space between you. 

“Just forget it,” he spoke under his breath. Turning on his heel, he walked away, leaving you standing there, frozen and stranded for answers. 

You watched him retreat, the distance between you growing with each step. Your heart pounded in your chest, a tumult of emotions circulating inside you. You thought he was leaving for good as the breath you exhaled was shaky.

But then, he stopped—standing there for several aching seconds. 

His gaze shifted among the surrounding objects as if building a barrier to contain his internal uncertainty. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat, the weight of his conflicting emotions settling heavily in his stomach. Each thought rushed through his mind like a relentless torrent, creating a storm of confusion and frustration.

He couldn't pinpoint exactly why he felt this way, why he cared so much. 

The analytical part of his mind tried to dissect every possible reason, but the emotions swirling inside him defied logical explanation. 

He shouldn't have followed you out here.

He wanted to escape the turmoil, to drown out the noise in his mind.

 “—Fuck it,” he muttered. 

And something inside him snapped. 

He turned back and closed the distance between you in a few long strides; his cold hands cupping your face.

Before you could muster a word, his lips came crashing onto yours.

The kiss was fierce, filled with all the pent-up frustration and anger. His lips moved against yours with a desperate urgency, as if trying to convey all the things he couldn’t put into words. You responded in kind, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions. Your hands instinctively found their way to his soaked shirt. You gripped the fabric tightly as if trying to anchor yourself in the storm that was Tsukishima.

At that moment, the precarious line of his loathing finally broke. 

The intense curiosity that had simmered beneath his animosity surged to the forefront. He was engrossed by a burning desire to understand the root of it all. 

Why did you consume him entirely? 

The need for answers outweighed his self-imposed boundaries, and he crossed the line he had sworn never to.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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Taste Like Strawberries

IMAGINE: TASTE LIKE STRAWBERRIES ~ TSUKISHIMA X READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of 'girlfriend'. tsukishima being a simp. slight pda. established relationship. **************

Lip Glosses is your favorite makeup accessory. Bonus points if they are flavored lip glosses. You had a collection of different flavors. Cherry, guava, mango, pineapple, mint, anything that really smelled good. 

You had about every flavor… except for one. 

As you looked at the pink bottle with the red top, you realized that you did not have a strawberry flavor lip gloss. You were a bit bewildered at yourself after realizing this. So what was just supposed to be a simple convenience store run to grab a few snacks turned out to be a bit more. 

Grabbing a couple of lip gloss tubes, you walked up to the counter to purchase all your items. 

It wasn’t until a couple of days later that you would actually use it. If only you knew what effect it would have on your boyfriend.

Getting ready for school, you spotted the pink tube on the corner of your desk. Your face lit up, finally having the opportunity to try it on. Opening the fresh tube, you revel in the sweet smell of strawberries. After applying a thin layer of gloss over your lips, you create a ‘pop’ sound. You were happy that you chose this tube, because not only did it smell good, but you really loved the texture. 

Throwing the tube into your school bag, you start to finish getting ready for the rest of your day. 

You were pleased to see the tall blonde man as soon as you stepped out of your house. He was standing a couple feet away from your front door. Hand in his phone, scrolling mindlessly while waiting for you. 

His head snapped up when he heard the front door open. “Took you long enough.” He says, shoving his phone back into his pocket. 

“Oh hush, I did not take that long.” “School starts in twenty minutes.” “And we’re only ten minutes away. We’ll be fine.” 

Tsukishima slightly scoffs, “what if I wanted to stop and get something?” 

The both of you started walking towards the direction of school. “I already got that covered.” You say reaching blindly around in your bag. 

Tsukishima looks at you in amusement as you struggle to grab the object you were looking for. Tired of waiting, he grabs onto the back of your bag and opens it himself. 

“Hey, I could do it!” You say trying to pull away from him, but his strength was preventing you from doing so. 

“You were taking too long.” “Ugh, you’re so impatient.” You start dragging your feet dramatically and he only rolls his eyes. “And you’re so dramatic.” 

“Mean. Anyway, it’s the only drink there.” You tell him. He immediately finds the plastic container and he pulls it out. “Strawberry milk.” He states, a tiny flicker pulling at the corner of his lips. 

He reaches around his bag and pulls out a drink as well. “I actually got you this.” He says handing you your favorite drink. 

Your face lights up and your heart melts at his kindness. 

“Awe, thank you Kei! You’re so sweet.” You bounce up, and place a short kiss on his cheek. 

The fragrance of strawberries immediately hits his nose, causing his eyebrows to scrunch together. He was wondering where that smell came from. Obviously it had to come from you. So that’s why he bent down to get closer to your face. 

Once Tsukishima is at eye level with you, he starts to examine your face. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion. It really wasn’t like him to do something like this out of the blue. And you start to wonder if you did something wrong… or maybe he was about to tease you. 

His eyes scan over your face, wondering what was different. It wasn’t a bad difference. No, he enjoyed this difference… and he was starting to crave just a little bit more. 

Finally, his lips landed on your glossy lips. They were tinted pink, most likely from the gloss, and if he focused on them, he could smell that strawberry. 

“Did you get a new lip gloss?” He asks and your heart leaps at his question. 

You didn’t think he would notice the small change, but everytime he did your heart would skip a beat and you would fall harder for him. 

Your cheeks warm up, and you nod. “Yeah. Do you like it?” “You should wear it more often.” He answers and can only take that as a yes. 

He stands up straight again, allowing you to finally calm down your racing heart. 

“Oh, look! We’re here. See, it didn't take long at all.” 

You didn’t even realize that you were standing in front of the school.

“I’ll see you before practice?” You ask, starting to walk ahead of him. 

You didn’t even realize that he was zoned out. 

It was only until you asked him about practice was able to snap out of it. “Oh? Hmm. Yeah. I’ll see you later.” He says, now walking past you. His hand lands on top of your head, ruffling your neat hair as he walks by. 

“Hey!” You shout with a pout, your own hands landing on top of your hair to fix it. Tsukishima smiles at your reaction, but of course, he wouldn’t let you see that. 

As the school day droned on, Tsukishima found himself unable to focus in class. He kept zoning out, thinking about random things that he liked. He liked a lot of things. Volleyball for starters, strawberry shortcake, anything strawberry really, dinosaurs, teasing you, how your hair looks really pretty, or how you always think of him. His thoughts always tend to land on you. Oh, and your new strawberry lip gloss. 

He really couldn’t get it out of his mind. It just smelled so good. And he honestly started to wonder if it tasted just as good as it smelled.

“Tsukishima.” 

He’s snapped out his daydreams when his teacher calls out his name. “Are you paying attention?” 

Tsukishima nods his head and apologizes. The teacher thinks nothing of it and continues with the lesson. 

It felt like eternity until the last bell rang. At this point Tsukishima was feeling rather aggravated and annoyed. He was blaming you that he couldn't focus at all today. You and that ‘stupid’ strawberry lip gloss. 

Tsukishima continues to stomp his way towards the volleyball gym. He immediately spots you, standing right in front of the vending machine. 

Your back was turned to him, as you were slightly leaned over to get a closer look at your reflection. He squints his eyes, seeing what you were doing. You were once again, applying a layer of lip gloss. 

“Oi, idiot.” He calls out, causing you to stand up straight. You close the tube, immediately putting it away. 

“I didn’t even do anything this time.” You say while turning around to face your tall boyfriend. Your hands were now placed on your hips as you glared at him with a small pout on your lips. 

His eyes flicker down to your lips. He didn’t even have it in him to scold you anymore. All he wanted to do was get the answer he was craving since the beginning of class. 

He doesn’t respond to you. All he does is grab onto your wrist and drag you into a more secluded place. “Where are we going?” You ask him once he stops. “Just shut up.” He says before leaning down and grabbing the sides of your face with his hands. 

You were forced to stand on your tiptoes, as his lips molded with yours. Your own hands holding onto his biceps for more balance. 

You let out a startled gasp when you feel his tongue run against your own lips. Successfully tasting the lipgloss he was thinking about all day. 

He was happy to report that it did indeed taste as good as it smelled. 

He didn’t want to pull away. Instead, he pulls you in closer- deepening the kiss as your chest was now pressed against his. 

Unfortunately, you needed air. So you forcefully pull away from him. Both of your lips were a bit swollen. 

“What was that for?” You ask. You weren’t complaining, but you knew that Tsukishima wasn’t one for PDA. 

“Do I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?” He asks back.

You only stare at him, pressing for an actual answer. 

With a defeated sigh he crosses his arms, “I wanted to taste your lipgloss.” He mutters and a smile forms on your face. “Well, did you like it?” You start to tease him. “Were my actions before not enough?” 

A blush forms on your cheeks just thinking about the kiss you just shared with him. Maybe you should wear this lip gloss more often if it got this reaction out of him. 

“Okay, okay.” You state before standing up on your tiptoes again. Only to place a small kiss on his lips- giving him the satisfaction of strawberry flavor again. “You should get ready for practice now.” 

He didn’t want to, but he knew that he needed to start getting ready for practice. If he didn’t, he would be scolded not only by the coach, but by you as well. 

“Fine, just one more kiss though.” 

“Okay, just one more.” You say and he doesn’t even hesitate to pull you closer again to place his lips on yours again. 

Right before he can deepen the kiss, you pull back. “There’s your kiss. Now go to practice.” 

Tsukishima sighs at your words, but straightens up. “Fine, but I better see you after practice.” 

You laugh at his words, “when do you not?” His eyes narrow at you, but it doesn’t phase you. Instead, you just wave at him before leaving for your own activities. 

Bonus: 

Tanaka couldn’t really place it, but something looked different about Tsukishima. 

He kept eyeing him up and down- and it wasn’t discreet. 

Tsukishima could feel his eyebrow twitch as he felt the stare. 

He finally had enough and turned to him. “Do you need something?” 

Tanaka’s eyes widen, and it finally clicks. 

“ARE YOU WEARING LIP GLOSS?” He shouts, gaining everyone's attention. 

“Oh my gosh, you totally are!” Nishinoya shouts as well when he gets a closer look at him. 

Tsukishima angrily wipes away the gloss from his lips on the back of his hand. And his only thought was that he could blame you. Why didn’t you let him know before you left? You obviously saw it. 

“I’m not wearing lip gloss. It’s not mine.” He says, only confusing the boys in the gym. 

“Then whose is it?” 

Tsukishima froze. He hasn’t exactly told the team of you. 

“Probably (y/n)’s.” Yamaguchi speaks up, causing Tsukishima to glare at him. Of course, he knew. 

“Huh? (y/n). From class two?” 

Tsukishima doesn’t answer. He didn’t really want to discuss the topic any further. 

“Wait… you have a girlfriend?!” Tanaka shouts, a bit shocked that he is able to get one. 

The boys started giggling and started to tease the tall blonde. 

“Awe, someone’s in love.” “Maybe you should ask for their lipstick next.” 

Little remarks and quips kept coming his way. 

“At least I’m able to get a girlfriend.” He says before walking away from the rowdy boys. 

The mood began to sour as the group of boys realized that he was right. Tsukishima had a girlfriend, and they didn’t. 

The seniors chuckle while watching their underclassmen. 

“Let’s focus on practice please!” Diachi finally yells, snapping them back into reality.

[luvingtsumu]

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𖥔 ࣪˖ ( HAIKYUU BOYS X FEM!READER )

text from haikyuu boys when they’re jealous!

★ genre: neutral | content: jealous boys (miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, kageyama tobio, akaashi keiji), texts messages, established relationship, pet names.

★ author’s note: I’M BACK, I’M SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR TOO LONG 😭😭 i got some requests and i’m gonna try to do them, thank you for all the support <3

��� → TSUKISHIMA KEI

💬 → MIYA ATSUMU

💬 → AKAASHI KEIJI

💬 → KAGEYAMA TOBIO

[jesswritesthat]

Tsukishima Kei: Dog Damn

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.8k, fluff

• Tsukishima and his canine give a whole new meaning to how dogs take after their owners.

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers, 2 curses

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There's that saying of how dogs take after their owners, it was one Tsukishima would always scoff at. Even when he found this yappy puppy alone in the rain for the second day in a row with only a cardboard box labelled 'Please Adopt Me' and reluctantly gave in.

That's how that dumb saying came to light, the fluffy thing growled and yapped at his older brother when he became annoying. When his Karasuno teammates heard about the adoption they wanted to meet the fellow, only for him to be particularly vocal around Hinata and Kageyama. Yamaguchi was probably one of the few the pup actually liked.

This enigma continued through to the Sendai Frogs, now bigger and older, his faithful companion reflected his feelings to individuals. Much like Tsukishima, the Shikoku grew to like individuals with time much like his owner, but there's always a fun exception. 

It came with a bark, one that was louder that most Keis' dog would express during their evening walk, and to his surprise it was directed toward you.

You who was merely writing the signage for the day outside of your coffee shop. Still you didn't seem startled, while crouching you attempted to beckon the offender over but he merely growled in reply. His master seemed to laugh however, pulling down his headphones with a smirk.

"Nice try, it won't work though."

"Is that a challenge?" You stood to meet the smug smirking blonde, the dog a little more settled as his master conversed.

"He's stubborn."

"Ah a hunting breed. What's his name?" Came your observation, tilting your head at the canine which only snorted in reply.

"Rekkusu."

You paused for a moment, no doubt the man in question had intended for the delivery to be cool, but the ongoing silence made him shift uncomfortably with brows furrowing.

"As in Tyrannosaurus Rex?" You'd expectantly noted, crossing your arms with a bemused expression.

"Yeah, and what about it?" Tsukishima shot back, a mild glare in place but you only dismissed his attitude with a smile.

"It's cool, suits the little guy."

"Little guy? I suppose your lack of perception means your customers get better value for money."

"Why do you think we're so popular? See you around Rekkusu-chan and owner!" With a smirk you waved politely, before entering the coffee shop.

The ‘All Dogs Welcome’ sign framed prominently in the window.

———

Now that you'd spoken, you noticed him nearly everyday, he followed the same route in the mornings and evenings with Rekkusu in tow. This morning you awaited his passing, racing out to stop him in his tracks with a greeting bark from the dog which left you glaring.

"Back for more?"

"I come baring gifts this time." Came your proud tone, placing a Puppuccino before the dog who arrogantly waited for you step back at least 4 paces prior to sniffing it much to the owners’ amusement.

"Wow, he really doesn't like you."

"Yet. He doesn't like me yet." You replied with renewed determination.

“I’m Tsukishima Kei, and I should probably know the name of the person trying so hard to win over my dog…”

“(L/n) (Y/n). Have a nice walk guys.” A soft smile graced your lips upon noticing Rekkusu eating the treat, a small victory you’d claim (though you hoped the blonde hadn’t noticed your fist pump when walking inside).

It was only when you returned from your break that afternoon did your happy mood get disgruntled, by yen sitting on the counter no less.

"Tips? What kind of arrog—"

"No not a tip! Some smug tall guy said it was payment." Yui quickly rushed to calm you with hands defensively waving in panic.

Only a brief second passed, looking to Yui with a deadpan gaze.

"Blonde?"

She nodded.

"Big dog?"

"Uh-huh." Yui curiously responded.

"Glasses?"

A hum of agreement.

"Dickhead."

"Yes! That's him!"

"No I mean, he's not a dickhead. He just didn't have to pay, I'm trying to win over his dog..."

"(L/n)-san, what?" Her previous excitement dwindled, her cause for concern now persisting.

"Nothing, nothing. Guess he's a kind person, but that doesn't mean the challenge ends here."

———

Much to Tsukishimas’ disinterest, it didn’t end. Despite the man only nodding in acknowledgement and diverting his gaze, you made a point to wave whenever you saw him. If you had the time you’d also come to greet Rekkusu who remained as hostile as ever - though you only need take two steps back for him to devour his treats now.

You even caught Tsukishima on one of his training runs, when he’d stopped to check his statistics you’d handed him a bottle of water without a word, just a knowing smile.

Then came a time you were actually on a break during one of your evening shifts, you were outside with a hot drink enjoying the autumn breeze when he’d awkwardly stood at your table. Rekkusu alerted you to their presence instantly, a solid bark in play but his masters’ demeanour was what perplexed you most.

“Would you mind if I joined you? I was going to get a coffee anyway…”

“Sure Tsukishima, do you want me to watch Rekkusu whilst you grab one?” Even if your request was a whimsical one, you were both offended and amused by the growl you received.

“He’s still y’know, stubborn.”

Nevertheless, the blonde rejoined your table with a coffee and pastry in hand - one he slid over to you.

“Uh, your colleagues said you liked this one. Dunno how you work with them though, they sure squeal a lot.”

“Huh they do? Well either way, I can’t accept this bu—“

“You told them not to let me pay for his treats anymore, but I owe you for them. You don’t have the option to refuse right now.” Kei had said it so bluntly that you couldn’t even argue, meekly accepting with another thanks.

You’d actually conversed with him then. You’d found out he was on the Sendai Frogs volleyball team and worked at the museum in the city. In exchange he’d learned about you and your coffee shop, and of course that he’d adopted Rekkusu during his third year of high school at Karasuno. By the end of your break, you felt closer in a way.

Rekkusu didn’t bark at you when they left.

———

From then it seemed whenever you’d seen the pair, Rekkusus’ barks seemed friendlier and his tail wagged upon seeing you. Occasionally he’d pull Tsukishima toward you as you knelt to offer a signature Puppiccino.

“I hate this.”

“I have successfully used the power of Pavlov~”

“It’s called bribery.” Tsuki mockingly interjected.

“Either way, I’m still winning this challenge.”

“Your self-issued challenge. This has nothing to do with me.”

“Luckily your approval doesn’t matter to me, only Rekkusus, isn’t that right boy?” Came your melodious tone, the canine barking excitedly.

“Traitor.” It was muttered begrudgingly, but you continued conversation regardless.

“Good luck with your new exhibition today, if you can please take a picture of it and show me!”

“Instead of making me come back here, would I be able to send it to you by phone?”

“My contact details?” The surprise was obvious, but Kei remained blunt and composed with his usual bit of sarcasm.

“Ideally yeah. Here’s mine.”

Yet, you’d spoken often enough to know about his workplace and vice versa, so you suppose this was the natural next step in friendship.

———

Tsukishima wouldn’t normally bring anyone along to your café but he’d reached a crossroads, a block that he couldn’t surpass without an old teammate it seemed.

“So… why are we here?”

“Because it allows dogs.” Tsukishima breathed, way too nonchalant for even him, which only left Yamaguchi asking further questions.

“Yes, but we’ve always gone for walks.”

“I just need you to see something…” The blonde seethed, holding the door open for his partner to enter.

“Ah hey Tsukishima, Rekkusu~” A gentle pat was given to the fluffy boy with a wagging tail, and only then did he happily whine at you.

“Hi (L/n), this is Yamaguchi. A friend from elementary school.”

The freckled man only waved at you with a bright smile, Tsukishima gave their order and the trio went to be seated.

“Nice to meet a friend of Tsuki.”

“…Tsuki?”

Tsukishima waited until you’d left, then turning his attention to his friend who understood the bewilderment. “So?”

“Rekkusu!” Tsukishima waited expectantly for Yamaguchi to finish. “They pet him… And he didn’t mind!”

“I know.”

“That’s really weird, have you known them long?” The shy man considered carefully, Tsuki flicking from Rekkusu to answer honestly.

“A month or more, I see them nearly everyday in passing but we’ve only spoken properly a few times.”

“Ah… Tsuki do you li—“

“No.”

“Right.” Yamaguchi radiated nonchalance, to the point Kei doubted his own denial, but his friend only looked to the pleased dog as if he portrayed Tsukishimas’ feelings better than the namesake.

“I have (L/n)s’ contact, maybe it’d be worth bringing them to the museum at some point?”

“Maybe, would a walk with Rekkusu be too committing?” Yamaguchi taunted.

“Shut up!”

———

Now you’d never have considered the museum to be daunting but when Tsukishima asked you to meet him here you accepted, currently queuing up for tickets.

“What are you doing (L/n)?”

“Uh- tickets? To get in?”

“Idiot, I work here and you’re my—“ He paused, fingers to the bridge of his nose. “You’re my guest, you can come in with me.”

With a flick of his ID, the two of you were allowed entry, you spent a majority of the day at the museum - Tsukishima particularly enthused when you’d reached the dinosaur exhibits and seemed to be an expert. Must be his specialty.

Another day you’d grabbed takeout coffee from your café and walked Rekkusu through the nearby park.

“Y’know, even though he’s quite standoffish, he’s a really good dog.”

“Yeah, I thought he’d mellow as he aged but he defied my expectations.” Kei admiringly answered, the two of you watching him catch his frisbee midair.

“Hm, Yamaguchi met him as a puppy right? And he’s known you for a while, is that why he calls you Tsuki?”

“Only he’s allowed to call me that.”

“I figured, you might as well call me (Y/n), that’s what my friends tend to do.” Even if you shrugged casually, you still noted the brief flush of colour tinting the blondes ears.

“You can call me Kei then. Fairs fair.”

“Kei huh? I’m honoured.”

“Shut up (Y/n).”

———

Now with these frequent outings to here, there, and everywhere, it came as no surprise when it turned into dating somewhere along the line. Once more, your coworkers squealed at the news - now you knew what Kei was talking about…

Nonetheless, even though it had taken quite a lot of time, Rekkusu had warmed to you as well. This time when Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were out walking his dog, the two weren’t shocked when Rekkusu barked and bounded up to your approaching figure. Basically tackling you the grassy ground as you went to greet him in return.

“He really loves (Y/n), doesn’t he?” Kei has spoken absentmindedly whilst overlooking the scene, a soft smile upon his features.

Yamaguchi stared also, flicking from you and Rekkusu to his best friend in quiet understanding.

“Well, they say Tsuki…” A knowing smile. “That dogs take after their owners.”

“I guess, this one time, they’re right.”

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[ Masterlist ]

[lssugaluv]

Brushing your teeth together.

• MDNI 18+ only

You and your man were laying down when he brings up the idea to go brush your teeth together. It was all cute seeing you brush your teeth until you were brushing your tongue and gagged. That set the man off. He was dying of laughter but at the same time with a boner.

As soon as you finish rinsing off the mouthwash, he goes from behind you and lifts up your cute night gown. He starts power thrusting you. At first it’s funny until he grabs a fist full of your hair and has you stare at the mirror. He pulls up your night gown letting your titties out free. “Look at your gorgeous titties baby.” He says as he squeezes them.

He turns you around and gently puts your back facing the wall. He starts to make out with you, tasting nothing but the fresh toothpaste as his tongue attacks yours. He lifts one of your legs, having it wrap around him halfways. He inserts one finger and starts pounding it in and out having you already become a mess.

He takes his finger out and proceeds on taking off your underwear. “These stay here. Walk with nothing under your night dress to the room.”

The rest was history. 😉

Characters who I think will do this:

• ATSUMU (HQ), Kuroo(HQ), Nanami (JJK) , Gojo (JJK) , Suna (HQ), SAKUSA (HQ), Mikey (TR), Ran (TR), Iwazumi (HQ), Ushijima (HQ), TSUKKISHIMA (HQ) , Daichi (HQ)

Afterthought:

• Well that overheated real quick 🥵

• Not proofread.

• Like, Comment, and reblogg. <3

• 5 a.m. thoughts. 💭

[hatsukeii]

Thinking about Tsukishima, and how having severe photophobia means he has to wear those stupid photochromic lenses everywhere, at all times. He can only keep his eyes open halfway in a lit room, let alone in wake of the sunrise, or the daylight, or the sunset.

Thinking about Tsukishima, and how having severe photophobia and being stuck wearing photochromic lenses means that his body has doomed him to a lifetime of muted sunrises, smothered daylight, and greying sunsets. It's almost as if he has been perpetually asleep since he was born, his waking world masked in darkness at the hands of a smoggy polariser.

Thinking about Tsukishima meeting you for the first time, when the forgotton flashlight of your phone goes unnoticed by everyone in the classroom except him. The photochromic lenses don't react quickly enough when it spins towards his direction, unbeknownst to you, and he cries out in pain, to the shock of everyone in the classroom. He isn't one to speak, and is definitely not one to cry out. He screams at you to turn it off, and you're just about to shit yourself terrified, scrambling for the button to disable it. From that day onwards, you keep the flashlight on your phone disabled at all times.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who thinks you're an idiot after the accident, and vows to stay as far away from you as possible. Until every teacher suddenly wants to put the two of you in pairs. You're competent enough with your skills, at the very least you don't slow him down. He hates to admit it, but for someone who can't notice their phone flashlight, you are pretty fucking good at doing perfectly precise titrations, and really fucking good at catching his mathematical errors when he proudly presents the calculated concentration from the titration trials.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who tells you he hates the sun in physics one time, and dogs on you for preferring day to night. His arguments are valid, photophobia, after all. He says that he indulges in the moon more, that the sun is too bright for his fragile eyes to exist in. You have to remind him how the moon is simply just a reflection of the sun anyways, and he scoffs. You continue to remind him that sunlight encompasses every colour on earth, and that it bounces off waters, still and rough alike, in shimmering diamonds. You marvel at how it diffuses into every shade of red, orange, and blue at sunrise, how it bends into green in a backdrop of gold and pink if you look hard enough at the sun as it retreats beneath the horizon during sunset. A jarring, mocking reminder of all the phenomenons that he will never have the privilege of seeing with his naked eyes.

Thinking about Tsukishima at senior camp, unable to fall asleep on the cold, hard ground of his tent. 3ºC at 4:30am is killer temperature, and he decides that it is time to give up on slumber for the night. He walks out to see you jump awake at your alarm in a camping chair, set up right next to his own outside the tent. He takes a seat beside you, rubbing his eyes before placing his glasses on again. He asks you why you are doing this to yourself, when it is 3ºC in the middle of nowhere at 4:30am. You tell him the sunrise is about to start, and that his spot had the optimal view to it. He is about to return to his tent, when you stop him, and convince him to stay. He has never tried looking at a sunrise, and he expects nothing from it. After all, the photochromic lenses will drown out all the colours you speak of, and mute them into monochromatic grey anyways. Yet as the sun climbs above the treeline and the silhouettes of the mountains afar, his eyes bask in the muted blues and oranges, almost grey, but not quite yet. They may not be as vibrant as you make them out to be, but they are incredible nonetheless.

Thinking about Tsukishima, whose eyes are actually amber beneath his glasses, a commonly mistaken fact only because the sterile white lights of the school forces the polarisers in his lenses to darken. Everyone agrees that his eyes are dark brown, yet when he enters your exclusively lamplit room for the first time one afternoon, your joint science fair project balanced on a soldering machine and a stack of textbooks, his polarisers lighten. And as you watch him solder wires together to form circuits, eyes trained onto the hot iron in his hand, you notice it for the first time. Even in the lack of sunlight thanks to the blackout blinds, and amidst the ambient greens, blues, and purples of your lamps, his eyes are closer to the sun than they ever will be brown.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who after a year of being lab partners, and science fair teammates, and unlikely friends with you, cries when you show him your camera after the school's graduation dinner. You reveal hundreds of photos, taken with just the right aperture and ISO as to not hurt his eyes, all of the sunrises and sunsets you have encountered since learning of his photophobia. For the first time in his life, as he sits cross legged on your bed, he can see the pinks and reds that everyone fawns over, the golds, and blues, and oranges that you forced yourself awake to see at 4:30am on a 3ºC morning. He can see them all while his eyes remain amber, without the polarisers in his glasses firing on, without the smoggy grey filter he has become so accustomed to.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who doesn't even know how to thank you as you roll through the albums, and can only stare as you talk through the stories of each sunrise, and each sunset. You were the lab partner, science fair teammate, unlikely friend. You were all of that, now turned into the striking, yet painless daylight that infiltrates his eyes, and seeps through his body. It courses through his veins and arteries, pumping into his heart erratically as his arms pull you towards him, wrapping around your torso as golden sunlight spills from his amber (not dark brown) eyes, and he finally awakens from his eighteen-year slumber. The two of you sit in silence as you set down the camera, hands travelling up to wrap around his neck and hold the back of his head as he shrinks into your shoulder and weeps.

After all, the moon cannot exist without his sun.

eeee guys can you tell im really into light and physics and am planning to do it in uni anyways I HOPE YOU LIKE IT i have been so bored and burnt out from studying for finals that it has somehow activated the writing part of my brain again WOO i'll be back once in a while when i have the time OK BYE BYE EVERYONE

also @chuuya-brainrot HERE’S YOUR @ POOKIE🫶

[kozumesphone]

astronomy

𝓽sukishima kei x f!reader

masterlist . . . ✰

𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : cassie!!!!! ilysm for requesting this <3 + i'm sorry I didn't write this sooner 😭 I had the best time nerding out about stars in this fic fr! alsoalso it's pretty short, so i'm sorry about that too 😩

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : stargazing , friend!tsukki x friend!reader , both of them like each other but are oblivious , no actual moves are made (maybe part 2) , very very short drabble , reader rambling about constellations (<3) , shooting stars ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 0.7k

“the sky is so pretty tonight,” I sighed. tsukishima and I sat cross-legged on our school’s roof.

since we were both a part of the student council, as co-sports captains, we had to stay back after hours to work on setting up everything for next week’s inter-school volleyball tournament that karasuno’s hosting.

we had just finished setting up all the stalls outside the court, and decided to call it a day since it was nearly nine in the night.

exhausted, I flopped onto my back. I pulled tsukishima down with me, and pulled out his arm to rest my head on.

“my favourite cushion,” I mumbled, smiling.

“my time as a cushion is very valuable, I must say.” he said, joking. “I bill by the hour.”

“yes, sir! you’ll get paid for being the best cushion ever.”

“I better.” he grumbled, and the both of us laughed.

after a while of just looking at the stars, tsukishima broke the silence.

“which constellation is that?” he asked me, pointing at the sky.

“oh! that’s hydra! it’s the longest constellation that’s ever been officially named.” I said, starting to ramble about it. “it’s made of, like, 17 different stars. oh my god, i’ve never been happier about how less pollution there is, in our prefecture. anyway, the brightest one there, if you see it,” I pointed at one star. “that’s alphard, or alpha hydrae. it’s like the defining star because it’s brighter than the rest, in the hydra constellation.”

“what about the one above that?” he asked, pointing to a quadrilateral-looking arrangement of stars.

“I think that’s… corvus? it’s symbolised by a crow or a raven. the four ends of the quadrilateral you can see, are gamma, delta, epsilon, and beta corvi. it’s associated with the greek god, apollo.”

I turned to check if he fell asleep, but he was staring at me quietly. he quickly whipped his head ahead, masking his smile.

I traced my fingers over the freckles on his cheek, under his eyes.

“this constellation’s my favourite one of all, though,” I whispered, observing his freckles. no matter how faint at night, everytime I saw them, I had this urge to trace every single one of them. join them like stars join to make constellations, and name them all.

his eyes fluttered close slowly.

I turned back to the sky, my cold fingers still resting against his warm cheek.

before I could continue telling him about the other constellations I could spot, a shooting star appeared at the edge of my vision. I sat up suddenly, and slapped tsukki’s arm.

“it’s a shooting star!” I exclaimed, in awe. “make a wish, tsukki! quick!”

I closed my eyes, and clasped my hands.

I wish I get amazing grades forever. and… I wish this moment with tsukki… lasted forever. I also wish for cute stuffed toys for my birthday this year!

I opened my eyes and turned to tsukishima, who was already looking at me.

“did you make a wish?” I asked, smiling.

tsukishima’s pov:

“make a wish, tsukki! quick!” y/n said.

my heart fluttered at the nickname, even though she called me that a lot. get a grip, kei! I chide myself.

her eyes closed, and her eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

I took in all of her features. the shape of her eyes. the slope of her nose. the curve of her lips. her beauty.

“did you make a wish?” she asked, opening her eyes and turning to me.

heat crept up my neck after getting caught staring at her. twice.

“yeah,” I lied.

every smile she sent my way, and every laugh i’d heard from her. every low moment in our volleyball careers we went through together. every win we celebrated with each others’ teams.

she was my dream come true.

what else could I wish for, if all i’d ever wanted was right in front of my eyes?

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[theantichrists-blog]

You giving head under the table

!!! NSFW !!!

Shoyo Hinata:

- - > He blushes so much at you

- - > ULTIMATE SUB

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

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

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

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

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

Tobio Kagayama:

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

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

- - > his eyes like to roll back

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

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

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

Kei Tsukishima:

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

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

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

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

- - > Surprisingly a switch

Kōshi Sugawara:

- - > Blushy little boy

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

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

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

Daichi Sawamura:

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

- - > Dom until you do this to him

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

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

Yū Nishinoya:

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

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

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

- - > loves it when you suck the tip

Asahi Azumane:

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

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

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

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

Tetsurō Kuroo:

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

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

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

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

Morisuki Yaku:

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

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

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

- - > get ready to chug that

Kenma Kozume :

- - > sassy boy, he loves control

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

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

- - > he a big boy

Kōtarō Bokuto:

- - > VOCAL VOCAL VOCAL I SAY

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

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

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

Yūji Terushima:

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

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

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

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

Shinsuke Kita:

- - > his face DROPS, did not expect this

- - > dom, imma just say it briefly

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

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

Atsumu Miya:

- - > vocal, Vocal, VOCAL

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

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

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

Rintarō Suna:

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

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

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

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

Osamu Miya:

- - > LOVES THIS

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

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

- - > He’s hung, like 3rd leg much?

[suplicyy]

What kind of aesthetic do you think the characters go for? Like what aesthetic would they be attracted to in a partner, purely based on vibes. You can answer this sinply as an ask, or create hcs out of it, completely up to you :-)

Type of "aesthetics" that Haikyuu boys would like in a partner

— Summary: Vibes/aesthetics that the characters would like in a partner, whether due to clothes, personality, tastes, etc.

— Multiple characters!!

— Fluff | Gn!Reader

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He would certainly fall in love instantly with someone very lively, extroverted and playful, someone who shared his same chaotic personality, joining in on his crazy ideas. His ideal type of date would definitely be busier places, such as amusement parks, arcades, festivals, etc.

Someone who wasn't afraid to express themselves in with vibrant colors, even if it makes you the center of attention. The most important thing is that you can wear clothes and accessories that express your personality and lifestyle!

— hinata, nishinoya, inuoka, lev, goshiki, koganegawa, bokuto.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone shyer, cute, almost as if they just came out of a shoujo anime, certainly catches his attention. A person who has a loving personality, and who cares about him, makes his heart skip a beat.

Many of your dates would be something simpler, like a picnic or a day watching movies at home, but these are the moments when you create the sweetest memories. <3

— sugawara, kageyama, kenma, tendou, osamu, aone, oikawa.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone who has a unique style and way of thinking, in a perfect balance between chaos and tranquility. One moment you would perhaps be at a show, and the next you would be walking through the deserted streets at dawn, uncovering the secrets that the dawn hides in the shadows.

A person who was bold, both in personality and in the way of dressing and expressing themselves, but who gave off a strange feeling of comfort.

— iwaizumi, kyoutani, semi, atsumu, suna, kuroo, taketora.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He are looking for someone who is mature and responsible, and who has a calm personality, but don't forget to remind him every day and in every possible way that you love him. Be it song lyrics, quotes in books, and even drawings, you would always find a new way to make him rosy-cheeked.

Whether in a coffee shop, library or museum, he would always feel calm and comfortable with your presence, because just you being by his side was enough for him.

— asahi, daichi, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kita, akaashi.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

— A/N: I'm sorry if that wasn't exactly what you wanted, this "aesthetics" thing I don't really understand because it's a very vague concept, so I tried my best to write something that could include everyone who is reading!!

Besides, this is my first time writing in this type of style, so I'm sorry again if it's not good💔 And if a character you like isn't here, you're free to imagine which one of these he would fit into!

[sunflowerrosewood]

Jealousy Can Be a Burden ~ Tsukishima Kei

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings - some minor cursing but nothing explicit

~~~

You and Tsukishima were known to be closem You two grew up together for many years into Karasuno. You two were tied at the hip and then Yamuguchi joined. Your duo became a trio in elementary school. You remember when Tsukishima was cheerful around his brother but you also remember when he lost that spark. During that time, you tried to be comfort for him. He tended to snap at you.

When the three of you started at Karasuno, the trio began to turn into a duo. You began to blossom in your own way by joining a club surrounding your favorite activity while Yamuguchi and Tsukishima stuck with volleyball. That didn't mean you didn't come and support, you just weren't around as much.

Actually you hung around Yamuguchi more often because he would wait for you after your club and go to lunch with you. You two also were paired for a history project and found a lot of your time together. This lead to Yamuguchi learning about your crush on Tsuki. You two were at lunch and it came up.

"So Y/n, when are you coming to a practice? I usually see you at games but not too many practices." Yamuguchi asked.

"I don't want to be a distraction and it seems when I do show up, Tsuki would rather me leave. I don't want to be a bother to him." You said.

"A bother to Tsuki? I don't think that's what you'll be but why worry about that? Do you like Tsuki?" He asked as your face flushed a bright cherry red. "You do like him!"

"Shush Yamuguchi... Not so loud!" You exclaimed.

"That explains so much Y/n! Are you going to tell him?"

"No way! We've already grown a bit apart. There's no way he likes me back."

What you did not know was that Tsukishima did like you. A lot. He did not want to like you because that brought up complicated feelings. He would rather just know you as a childhood friend - nothing more. But watching you grow up beside him and more of you began to shine, he felt his heart quicken. Suddenly he wanted you to be by his side not anyone else. He even felt his heart clench when he saw you and Yamuguchi together. He usually played harder during practice if he was against Yamuguchi. Others would be shocked by this but Yamaguchi knew what was going on.

It was a week after this incident that Yamaguchi asked you to stop by and he could hand over his portion of the history project. A major game was coming up so he couldn't meet at lunch so you ended up here. You walked to the practice area and noticed the team was practicing. Yamaguchi was on the side.

"Y/n! You made it." Yamaguchi exclaimed as you ran over to him.

"I did! I came over as soon as I could. Hope you weren't waiting too long." You said as Yamaguchi chuckled.

"I wasn't waiting long. We are practicing for a while anyways." As Yamaguchi finished his sentence, you heard a loud hit and made you jump. Tsukishima had hit a ball.

"He doesn't usually hit. He usually guards?" You asked as Yamaguchi shrugged his shoulders.

"We've been getting practice in other ways. Let me grab my other part of the project."

As you waited for Yamaguchi to get back from his bag, you heard a huff behind you. You turned and Tsukishima was behind you.

"Hey Tsuki. How have you been?" You said softly.

He brushed past you and grabbed his water. He wasn't looking at you and rather was staring at the net. You weren't sure if he was lost in thought or was ignoring you. Yamaguchi came back and handed you his paper.

"Here's my other half of the project. We should be good on this. You can call me if you need any help or I can meet you after practice too?"

"I'll call you if I need help Yamaguchi. I don't think it will be that hard to combine both parts." You said as you heard another huff. You turned and Tsuki was still not looking at you but his frown had deepened.

"Hi! I'm Hinata. Who are you?" You heard a loud voice say and turned to see a bright orange haired guy behind you.

"I'm Y/n. Sorry I'm here to get the other half of my project with Yamaguchi." You said as Hinata held his hand out.

"Nice to meet you! It's okay. We don't have many visitors. Did you two know each other before Karasuno?" Hinata asked and shook your hand.

"How about we focus on practicing rather than some girl that Yamaguchi is paired with?" Tsukishima growled.

"Tsukishima you know we grew up with Y/n before this. No need to be hostile." Yamaguchi said as Hinata's eyes sparkled.

"You grew up with them?!" Hinata exclaimed.

Before you could say anything, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and you were being dragged outside. You stumbled a bit trying to keep up. You noticed it was Tsukishima with a cold look on his face. You stumbled again which made it where Tsukishima could kabedon you against the wall outside.

"Tsukishima I didn't know all that would happen."

"Y/n why did you show up?"

"To get the other half of the project. Yamaguchi said he couldn't meet earlier so he offered me to run by practice." You said in a shocked tone.

"Is that the only reason?"

"Tsukishima I don't know what you're getting at."

"Of course you have no clue. You act so oblivious to those around you." He growled this and looked into your eyes. You could tell he was angry and hurt.

"What is going on Tsuki?"

"Y/n are you dating Yamaguchi? Do you like him?"

"No! We're just friends like usual and that's the only way I would see him."

"Then why are you around him so much and always seem to gravitate to him? You appear to be with him by this."

"Tsuki I don't like him like that. I like someone else. We just hang out a lot since we have lunch together. What is going on?"

"I hate seeing you with him and looking so happy. Looking so damn perfect with him. You rarely hang with me anymore or see me. It's like I became a ghost to you."

"Tsuki do you miss me?"

"No" He looked away from you and a blush formed.

"Tsuki if it helps in anyway, I like you. I would rather be with you but you seemed to be so focused on volleyball. I didn't want to be a bother."

"Y/n you like me?"

You watched as Tsukishima began to recognize what you said. His eyes widened and he looked down to you. You felt a blush began to form. Before you said anything, he dipped down quickly to kiss you. You kissed back immediately. The kiss felt like strong passion and longing for you. It also felt like some heat behind it as if the anger before went into the kiss. As you were kissing back, you realized he was jealous. You broke the kiss.

"Were you jealous Tsuki?" You asked as immediately he blushed.

"No. Shut up." He said as you chuckled. You stood on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. He rolled his eyes but began to smile softly.

"You're the one I want Kei. No one else." You said as he ruffled your hair.

"And you're who I want to Y/n. Meet me after practice?" He asked as you nodded your head.

You two didn't notice Yamaguchi and Hinata watching from the side. Both were grinning and Yamaguchi handed Hinata his favorite snack. The two of you shared a brief kiss before Tsukishima returned to practice.

[sirhamburrger]

hello, it is me, stellar! omg omg i love your writing event concept!

anyways, here are my top five from wheel 1: tsukishima, akaashi, kita, kuroo, daichi

then here are my top five from wheel 2 (omg i hope i understood the instructions correctly): lipstick marks on shirt collars, rolled-up shirtsleeves, flushed cheeks, a calloused palm against a soft cheek, warm sheets on cold skin

aaaaand the additional specifications: fluff, gn!reader, 2nd person, reader pov

thank you and i look forward to what you write! <3 •ᴗ•

game one, the treasury’s romance roulette (borders by @cafekitsune)

congratulations, player @stellar-headquarters, for completing the game! your matchup is... the (initially) mocking and aloof tsukishima kei, with your interactions centred around rolled-up shirtsleeves. now presenting...

sleeves (tsukishima x gn!reader) || wc: 844

you first see kei tsukishima roll his sleeves up in the autumn of 2003. you’re seven years old at the playground, and you’ve just scraped your knee on the ground. tadashi’s run home to get a plaster, so it's just you and the freakishly tall kid who more often than not comes off as standoffish.

tears prick at your eyes as the sting sets in, and you dab at them with the sleeve of your oversized fleece jacket. kei crouches nearby, his lanky frame awkward against the small jungle gym.

“stop crying,” he says bluntly.

“shut up,” you shoot back, because it’s the best rebuttal you, as a seven-year-old, can come up with. ignoring your protests, he pulls you to your feet, dragging you along to the water hose fitted at a corner of the playground.

in the nick of time, you realize what he plans to do.

“no!” you shriek. “it’s gonna hurt!”

with a sigh that feels too heavy for someone his age, he pushes up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing pale forearms that catch the slanted light of the setting sun. “if you don’t clean your wound, you’ll get an infection,” he says impatiently, as if he’s talking to a three-year-old. it makes you feel small. but he’s right.

so you simply grit your teeth and wince as cool water washes over your wounds, stinging your skin with pinpricks of hurt. you blink your tears away defiantly when he looks over at you, water cupped in his hands, to see how you’re holding up.

“all done,” he says after a short while. you exhale, thankful. “take this and dab your leg dry. gently.”

you sniffle, take the handkerchief, and mumble a quiet “thanks.” he says nothing else, standing stiffly by until tadashi returns.

it’s a chilly afternoon in early spring when you see him do it again, this time in the school garden. you're seventeen now, and kei is taller than ever - his tongue is also sharper than ever. you’re tending to the flower beds as part of your gardening club duties, and he’s there, having been begrudgingly roped in by tadashi.

“you’re doing it wrong,” he mutters, watching you struggle with a stubborn weed.

you glare up at him, sweat dotting your forehead. “help me, then, if you’ve got so much to say.”

he exhales sharply, like it’s the greatest inconvenience in the world, and steps closer. he shrugs off his club jacket, tossing it over a nearby bench, and rolls up the sleeves of his uniform shirt.

you hand him the small spade and look on as he kneels beside you. or more accurately, you look at his arms. pale as ever, but they've grown toned from volleyball practice. scars dot his forearms, no doubt from the monstrous spikes you've seen him block. his hands, large with slender fingers.

you wonder how they'd feel, laced with your own.

“see? like this,” he says, deftly loosening the soil around the weed before pulling it out in one smooth motion. frazzled, you snap back into the moment as he tosses it aside and looks at you, smirking faintly. “it's not that hard.”

you grumble under your breath but feel the corners of your lips twitch upward despite yourself.

“yeah, yeah, okay.”

by the summer you’re both twenty-two, he’s yours, and you’re his.

the picnic had been his idea, which surprised you. the sun is high, the sky clear, and the air sticky with midsummer heat. you sit on a checkered blanket spread out beneath a towering oak tree, the remnants of your shared lunch scattered between you.

kei leans back on one arm, the other hand working to unroll his sleeves. he’s wearing a simple linen shirt, the fabric light but not enough to fend off the heat entirely.

“hot?” you ask, trying not to laugh at the slight grimace on his face.

“obviously,” he deadpans, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing forearms with indents from his athletic compression sleeves. more toned than before. more scars than before.

but now you don't have to simply wish that you were holding his hand, and you don’t bother hiding your gaze any more. you’ve seen this gesture a hundred times before, but now, with the summer breeze brushing through his hair and the warmth of him beside you, it feels different, intimate.

he notices you staring and raises a blond eyebrow. “what?”

you grin, reaching out to run a finger lightly over his forearm. “nothing, just thinking about how annoyingly handsome you are.”

he scoffs, cheeks tinged pink, but there’s no hiding the tiny smirk playing at his lips. “you’re weird.”

“and you love me for it,” you shoot back, leaning into his side.

his smirk softens into a genuine smile, and he leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “yeah, i do.”

and for a moment, your little world is peaceful - perfect, even, with him in it.

best regards, the treasury office.

a/n: i’m currently overseas but as far as ik it’s about 2am in the phillipines (and singapore too!! as far as i know you’re the only mutual i share a timezone with) anyways i hope you wake up to this and love it!! excited for your krsn writing event as well <3