#tsukshima angst

[taones]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐔𝐩

Pairings - Daishou, Oikawa, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Asahi, Sakusa and Tendou x gn!reader

Notes - this isn’t a request it came out of nowhere I was just thinking about it while walking my dog

Warnings - Angst, mentions of cheating and insults

Oikawa - it felt like you shared him with hundreds of girls. His fangirls went everywhere you did and he played into it so much. What was he getting from them that he wasn’t from you? What he called fan service, you called flirting and he couldn’t quite get that. You knew it was only a matter of time before you found one of these girls in your bed so you left. 

Daishou - He was still in love with his ex. It was obvious to everyone but him. The way his eyes looked when someone mentioned her. You knew he still had most of their photos together saved in his phone but when you caught him looking at one of their anniversary photos, you knew it was time to leave.

Kageyama - It felt like you were dating a robot. You had to initiate everything. You asked him out, you kissed him first, you asked for cuddles. Tobio had passion for one thing and that was volleyball. You knew you would never fit properly into his life and that was made obvious by his black stare when you told him you were leaving.

Tendou - You didn’t want to go to Paris with him. Your entire life was in Japan, you couldn’t just leave that. All of your friends, your job and everything you loved was there. He got annoyed when you told him you couldn’t leave, like he was magically expecting you to be completely fine with such a big choice. You disappeared a week before he was due to leave, leaving only a note. He hasn’t  seen you since.

Tsukishima - much like Kageyama, it was like you weren’t even in a relationship. In private, Kei could be touchy and sweet but it was like you were an inconvenience in front of others though. Every hand hold and hug was met with rolling eyes and limp arms - or even worse, insults. You were sick of feeling like the whole thing was one sided and the only response you got when you told him? A scoff. You were packed and gone within the hour.

Sakusa - Every little thing you did was met with judgement. Every glass you left on the side or dirt trekked through the house exploded into a fight. It got to the point where you just let him lecture you and blanked out. Even then, each scathing remark left you feeling like there was a knife in your side and you finally had enough when you heard him muttering ‘disgusting’ when he found a mug you had set down not even 10 minutes earlier. You couldn’t stay even if you tried.

Asahi - He was too anxious about your relationship. Every move you made was met with questions of what you were doing? Who are you with? Do you still love him? It got on your nerves that he couldn’t just listen when you told him how much you adored him. The last time it happened was when you went out with some friends and he was texting you the entire time, begging you for reassurance. You weren’t  going to be with someone who didn’t trust you.

Hope you guys enjoyed me ripping your heart out and stamping on it mwah ly guys

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[bubbabooo]

Haikyuu Fic Recs

These are for tumblr fics not ao3 like my other ones

Remember to send the authors love :p

Suna x reader, established relationship, magical au, he’s a werewolf in this ;) link

Seijoh x reader, platonic, kinda sad, if you’ve been on my page for a bit you’ll know I’ve been looking for this one for a long time till someone found it for me (thanks again markleepooh ily) link

Sakusa x reader, one bed trope, quick oneshot, ending is so sweet, link

Demon Sakusa x Angel reader, enemies to lovers, well if i’m being honest it’s still enemies but more towards the end a huge bomb is dropped and you’re like “😮” link

Akaashi x reader, friends to lovers, reader is soooo oblivious poor akaashi, link

Oikawa x reader, strangers to friends to lovers, oikawa is kinda a playboy in this one, he wants the reader sooo badly it’s very entertaining, link

Suna x reader, tattoo parlor au, oneshot, suna calls us “bunny” and “baby” and when i tell you i almost combusted 😵‍💫 link

Atsumu, Kita, Osamu, and Suna x reader, this is a headcanon/scenario type post, when reader gets out of a majorly surgery and how they react, link

Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Kageyama x reader, scenario/headcanon post, them defending reader from jealous girls, link

Tanaka, Tsukishima, and Bokuto x reader, scenario/headcanon, them defending you from your asshole ex, this was was just ;) link

Akaashi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu x reader, just like the one above, they are defending you from your asshole ex, link

Atsumu x reader, strangers to lovers, reader is atsumus doctor, link

Ushijima x reader, established relationship, oneshot and so so so cute, link

Atsumu x reader, angst angst angst, part 2 is still on hiatus :( link

Oikawa x reader, established relationship, mafia oikawa 👀, reader gets hurt and he gets protective :D link

Ushijima x reader, strangers to friends to lovers, ushijma gets so protective in this one omg, link

Suna x reader, apocalypse au, friends with benefits to lovers, when i tell you i got so emotional reading this fanfic, i went from happiness to full on rage, the moment when reader found out you know who (not saying who for the sake of spoilers) did you know what, i was ranting with full on rage to myself in my room, 100% recommend, link

Bokuto x reader, enemies to lovers, boxer au ;)))))), this one was so good, i’ve always seen bokuto as the nice guy and not mean at all (unless he’s protecting reader) so it was really cool to see him written differently, link

Goshiki x reader, basically him trying to impress reader the entire time, reader is shiritorizawas manager so he always tries extra hard to impress her, link

[katiea03]

❣︎1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back❣︎

❣︎Warnings❣︎: Fighting?, nothing else other then sadness

❣︎Genre❣︎: Angst

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tsukishima Kei

❣︎A/n❣︎: I’m not too confident with writing fight scenes but hopefully this one came out okay!

❣︎Main Masterlist❣︎:

❣︎Don’t Be Sour Masterlist Here❣︎:

‘I’m the love of your life until I make you mad’

“What do you want from me? I’m always at work supporting us!” Tsukishima slams his hand on the kitchen counter making you jolt. You guys had been arguing for over 20 minutes and you both were tired but neither were able to be the one to back down.

“For the hundredth time, it's not about your job! It’s about the fact that you are never home!”

“You know what, I can’t do this right now. It’s always something with you. I work too much, I don’t spend enough time with you, we need to go out, we need to do this and that. Let me breathe for one minute.” Tsukishima’s chest heaved out of breath and in an instant, he grabbed his keys and was out the door.

You stood there in silence, tears sliding down your face. Tsukishima hated when you cried.You couldn’t even remember how you started arguing in the first place, but the truth couldn’t have been any more clear. In your eyes, the relationship was over. And part of you knew it for a long time. But when Tsuki slammed that door, you knew that was the last time you’d want to hear it. Tsukishima’s flip flop personality was too much to handle for so long. Thinking all the screaming and fighting was part of any healthy relationship to later find out it was all wrong hit you hard. The best decision was to break up. Neither of you were good for one another and part of you believed Tsuki knew that as well. Of course Tsukishima would object. Cause no matter how bad he was for you and vice versa, neither one of you could let go. He would instantly refuse.

But you weren’t gonna be around to hear it. Packing up what little belongings you had, you write him a note. A note telling him it was over, and you weren’t coming back.

‘Kei,

As much as I love you, I can’t do this anymore. There is too much hurt in this relationship and I can’t take it anymore. And I know despite everything, you love me too but this is for the best. For the both of us. Don’t bother calling me cause I won’t answer. Take care of yourself.

Love, Y/n’

With tears clouding your vision, you close the door behind you knowing you wont be back. And as much as it hurt to say goodbye, part of you almost felt relieved. No more of the endless cycle of his up and down moods. No more having to question his love for you. But especially, finally letting go of the regret knowing you should’ve broken up a long time ago.

[tsukkidon]

you’re asking the wrong questions

– tsukishima kei

genre: angst, drabble synopsis: loosely inspired by Horimiya’s “fever scene”, with an open ending. word count: 469

        Gently, tenderly, a voice calls for him. He hears it, but he can’t grasp why, nor can he tell who it is. Just, someone’s there.

         “Tsukki.”

         It’s hot–too hot, as though he’s been in a sauna more than he should have. He’s sweating hot and yet, he feels cold.

         “Tsukki.”

         With what little energy he could muster, Tsukishima groans as he forces himself awake. His eyes squint against the blinding fluorescent light until he manages to weakly protect them with an arm over.

         “Good, you’re awake.” There is a subtle thud on the wood and a faint pop of aluminum foil from the beside table, followed by a pouring of water. “Can you sit?”

         “Oh,” he realizes, “it’s you.”

         A beat.

         “Yes. It’s me.”

         Then another.

         “Why are you here?”

         You let his question linger in the air for a moment more before addressing it, “I texted you last night that I will be collecting my things today, while you’re supposedly in class.”

         “I don’t remember reading a text from you,” is what he wants to say but decides against it. Of course he doesn’t remember; he couldn’t read it.  

         “And? Why are you still here?”

         “I’m not heartless enough to leave when I see my ex on the floor, burning with fever,” you explain, crossing your arms and legs as you anticipate another round of word war with the guy.

         But–strangely to you–he doesn’t. This time, Tsukishima lets the silence linger.  

         “Ex”. He swallows a scoff. Right, he is your ex. On the same night he wrongly yelled that he didn’t need you, that he was better off alone, and deprived you of that one thing you needed from him most, he became your ex.

         He huffs a hot breath with quivering lips. If it’s naïve to think fever causes chest pain, then he is that–the foolish, pathetic kind.

         “Well,” you rise, having had enough of the suffocating air, “Since you’re awake now and, by your claim, don’t need me, I’ll finish packing and see myself off.”

         “Are you really leaving?”

         You stop.

         “… Are you really leaving?” he repeats, this time softer, quieter, like a child’s plea.

         And it takes every fiber of your being to resist the urge to turn. “Is that really what you want to ask?”

         Weakly and just barely, Tsukishima lies on the side with his back at you, an attempt to hide his crumpling expression. He knows exactly what you mean–what you want to hear. He knows, and yet, dread washes over him. What if you say no? What if you’ve given up on him after all? What if–

         “You only need to ask.”

         For a moment, he forgets to breathe. “Is it too late to ask you to stay?”

         “I only need you to need me, Tsukki.”

[argentecherie]

SOULMATE AU  TSUKISHIMA KEI

where you can draw something on your skin and it appears on your soulmate's skin too. tsukki likes to annoy their soulmate, y/n, even though they haven't formally met or realized they're soulmates

[kodzukuroken]

Seasons change, but people... Do too I guess.| Chapter 6, Epilogue

Genre: Angst, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers

Summary: You and Tsukishima had been friends for years but upon the arrival of a very special invitation, your relationship takes a sudden change. Will your long-harbored crush for your best friend finally come into the light? Or will your relationship be altered for good?

Aka, Reader is an artist who is in love with Tsukki, there’s angst, there are laughs, there are three established captain relationships! What could a person want?

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader (Kuroo Tetsuro x Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji, Daichi Sawamura x Sugawara Koshi)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Smut

Read on Ao3 

Hey everyone! Sorry about the gap between this chapter and the last! I found it truly difficult to part with this story so it took a while to write! Thank you so much if you stuck around through this whole fic, this is the first long-form thing I've written in a while and it really means so so much! I hope I'll see you again sometime! <3

Your heels clapped haphazardly against the concrete as you basically sprinted behind Kei. He was clutching your hand in his and pulling you along swiftly. Kei, of course, was not sprinting. No, his long legs strode along at a mere fast walking pace, his hand tugging at yours occasionally and muttering something about keeping up as he weaved through the city’s morning foot-traffic. Eventually, when you almost got your thin heel lodged in a grate, and he made to keep going you yanked hard at his hand, pulling him back to your side where you were huffing.

“ Heels Kei,” you said trying to catch your breath. “I’m in heels!” Kei rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets giving you a minute.

“We only have a half-hour (y/n), we’ll never make it if you don't hurry!” You straightened yourself and met Kei’s eyes.

“Kei, it’s there permanently! We can just go tomorrow!” But Kei shook his head, averting his attention to the watch you’d given him for his birthday on his wrist.

“Tomorrow won’t be the first day it’s there, we still have time if you run.” He made to start off down the street again but you pulled at his jacket.

“Again Kei, may I remind you I’m in heels? I can’t run!” He stared at your feet for a minute before returning to your glinting eyes.

“No,” he said, seemingly having caught on to what you were saying.

“The longer you resist the less time we’ll have,” you stated, very pleased with yourself. Within seconds, Kei was bending down and letting you climb onto his back.

“You’re gonna give me back problems,” he said annoyedly but you just swatted his shoulder and pointed forward giggling a little.

Kei had dropped you a few yards from your destination with no warning. He’d let go of your legs that were wrapped around him and you went stumbling to the ground. He’d just rolled his eyes and muttered something about you being a baby deer before helping you to your feet and leading you into the museum.

The museum was as quiet as the grave beside the small clack of your heels against the hard marble flooring. They’d barely been open 15 minutes, and considering it was a week-day, there were hardly people walking around. You and Kei had frequented the museum a lot in the past two years of your relationship, whether it was for your own art shows, the ones of your colleagues or just for the occasional casual Sunday afternoon date, it had become somewhat of a constant in your relationship and you both felt very at home there. You passed a few familiar staff members as you flitted through the halls, giving them all a warm smile as Kei led you along. Eventually, you arrived in a small back section of the museum that was completely deserted besides the two of you, Kei weaved around the sculptures and plush benches to the very back wall, stopping you dead in front of a canvas. Neither of you spoke, you just stood, he was behind you now with his hands on your shoulders. You took in a very long breath, trying to process what you were seeing.

“It looks different in this light,” you breathed and Kei chuckled, pressing a small kiss on your head.

“It’s your first piece of permanent work in a museum, how does it feel being a big time artist now?” You shook your head and laughed airily. It all felt extremely surreal. It felt like five minutes ago you’d been invited to your first show here, now you were standing in front of one of your most well-known pieces that would be staying in this museum on permanent display. Life really was funny sometimes.

“I still wish I could have reworked the trees near the bottom, that will always bother me,” you said, leaning your back against Kei and he “tch”ed.

“You’re never happy, are you?” You laughed and turned to look up at Kei, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m pretty happy right now, actually,” you said, pressing your lips softly against his. He hummed as he pulled away, before averting his eyes behind you again, eyes widening. When you turned to see what he was looking at, you saw his watch-clad wrist raised in the air. You rolled your eyes and he sighed.

“Five minutes, then we really have to go.” He conceded and you smiled, moving back to his side and letting him wrap his arm around you.

“It’s really great, (y/n),” he said quietly, you were both suddenly aware of how peaceful it was here. You nodded, even though he was staring straight forward.

“Yano what else is great?” you said and he just nodded a little for you to continue. You turned Kei by his shoulders so that he was facing you again before straightening his jacket for him. “You in this suit!” The flick of Kei’s tongue rang out across the empty museum gallery.

“You’ve seen me in this a hundred times,” he said plainly. He wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t change how incredible it looked on him. It was a deep navy with a slight plaid pattern, it was understated but flawless. Rather than the conventional shirt and tie, Kei had opted for a black turtleneck and shoes that matched his tortoise shell glasses, for a guy who didn’t care about looks, Kei was unreasonably fashionable. You brought both of your palms to rest on his chest and smiled up at him, he looked at you, and you could have sworn you saw the slightest look of embarrassment in his eyes.

“I remember the last time you wore this,” you said, tapping one of your fingers against his chest. “Tetsuro and Kenma’s wedding, you looked so good then too but I never told you.” Your eyes were far away now, as you thought back to that night with Kei. It all felt like worlds away, like a weird dream that had stuck with you. A small squeeze of your arms brought you back to reality and you gave Kei a small smile.

“We don’t wanna be late,” Kei said quietly, pulling his arm over your shoulders and moving you down the hallway. You nodded and followed.

~

You entered the venue, arm in Kei’s, and your breath was taken away instantly. The place was huge, high ceilings and architecture that had your eyes darting around wildly trying to take the whole place in. You and Kei weaved through the large crowd and found your seats at your assigned table, right next to Kuroo and Kenma who smiled at your presence. You’d only seen them about half an hour ago at the reception, but somehow the two had managed to get unimaginably tipsy in the small-time you’d been away and yes, it really was the two of them. Kuroo, you had seen inebriated thousands of times, at any wedding or large event you guys had attended he had always managed to find the booze first and get a head start on everyone else. Kenma being drunk however, well that was new, even to you. The two sat as close as possible, Kema with his legs draped over Kuroo’s lap while using his hand on his shoulder as an anchor as he leaned closer to Kuroo, running his other hand through his hair.

“Tsukki! (y/n)!” by the volume of the words, you would have bet money on them being Kuroo’s, but no.

“Kenma! Are you guys drunk?” You let Kei pull your chair out for you before plopping down next to Kuroo. Kenma leaned closer to you over Kuroo’s lap waving a champagne flute in your face.

“It has bubbles, like mountain dew!” You and Kuroo both laughed as Kenma leant back and let his head drop on to Kuroo’s shoulder which Kuroo patted mindlessly.

“So why didn’t you sit with us at the reception? You guys barely made it before it started,” Kuroo asked you and Kei.

“Oh just, traffic,” you said, taking the drink that Kei offered to you. Kei’s tongue clicked, you’d hoped Kuroo was drunk enough not to notice but there was no such luck. He looked past you to Kei with a cocked eyebrow. Kei’s eyes met Kuroo’s and then your pleading ones, the ones you hoped were screaming “ this isn’t the time!” Kei seemed to get the signal but wasn’t backing down.

“Tell him,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“ Kei, ” you half-whispered, knowing you were both being incredibly obvious.

“What? Tell me what?” Kuroo asked a little louder this time. You patted his shoulder and his head dipped down so that you could whisper to him.

“Today was the opening of a permanent display of my work in the museum downtown, it’s no big deal and I don’t want to make a fuss about it.” You’d hoped your hushed tone would help Kuroo realise that you were trying not to draw attention to it, but when he gasped you knew you weren’t so lucky. He turned to Kenma instantly repeating what you’d just told him in a much louder voice. You swatted at his arm hard and Kei laughed into his drink.

“Ouch! What the hell!” he said rubbing at his arm through his burgundy suit sleeve, which you yanked at to pull him back down to your level again.

“Today isn’t our day, and I don’t want my news to overshadow the day ok? We can talk about it another time.” Kuroo thought for a minute and then nodded a smile playing on his lips.

“What?” you asked, knowing what Kuroo’s suspicious face often looked like. Suddenly Kenma’s face was close to yours again.

“We have a secret too!” he said in a sing-song voice giggling a little as Kuroo tried to shush him.

“Kuroo?” Kei asked from behind you, it seemed that both of them had been listening to your and Kuroo’s conversation. Kuroo sighed, squeezing his eyes shut before reopening them and speaking.

“Okay but you guys can’t say anything! Like you said, this isn’t our day we can’t steal any thunder.” You nodded and felt Kei lean in behind you. Kuroo looked to a giggling Kenma and then back to the two of you, a smile back on his lips.

“We’re pregnant.” You looked between the two of them, trying to process what had just been revealed.

“So you’re gonna…,” you trailed off in shock but Kenma’s giggling face lent in again.

“The surrogate had her first appointment last week, we’re going to have a baby.” It took everything for you not to scream. You opened your mouth to congratulate the two but just then a voice projected over the speakers.

“ Ladies and gentlemen please join me in welcoming the newly married couple Koutarou and Keiji Bokuto! ” Before you knew it, you felt Kei’s hand pulling you out of your chair. It took you a few seconds to register what was happening but when you saw the doors to the room open and suit-clad Bokuto and Akaashi walk in hand and hand your smile returned and you began to clap. Right, this was their day.

~

After dinner and some dancing, Bo and Akaashi began to make the rounds. When they arrived at your table, you sprang up instantly to pull them both into a huge hug. Kei sat back in his chair, sipping his drink and watching you bounce around tipsily. He’d tried to regulate your drink intake tonight, knowing that you’d only end up blaming him when you were hungover tomorrow but as he watched you chatter happily with Akaashi about something he noticed how beautiful you looked. The small flush on your cheeks as you laughed into your hand, the way your pale pink dress swayed at you shifted around absentmindedly, you weren’t very good at staying still when you were drunk. A small feeling of pride washed over Kei, pride in how far the two of you had come since the last wedding you’d attended together, pride in knowing that you’d made it work regardless of all the stupid things. But Kei’s thoughts were cut off by a large hand on his shoulder, he looked to Bo standing over him.

“Tsukki! You’re here!!” He beamed down at the blonde and Kei rose smiling a little more than he usually liked.

“Hey Bo congrat-,” Kei had outstretched his hand hoping Bo would just shake it, keeping to Kei’s long-standing don’t touch me rule that he’d had with all of his friends. But in an ever Bo-like fashion, he pulled Kei into a large back-breaking hug. Kei usually would have pushed him away, but considering the circumstances, he just sighed and let it happen.

“I’m so glad you guys are here,” he said, a little glassy-eyed and Kei just patted his shoulder. Kei was trying to think of some way to respond, but luckily Kuroo strolled over saving the day.

“You’re not crying again are you Bo?” he said, swinging his arm over his friend's shoulder. Bo took a deep breath and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his jacket.

“N-no, I was just excited to see Tsukki that’s all!” Kuroo laughed and shook his head.

“You’re kidding, no way!” Akaashi’s voice said from a ways away, the three men turned their heads to see all three of their partners conversing giddily, each with large smiles on their faces.

“What’s that about?” Bo asked, brow furrowed. Kei’s eyes instantly met Kuroo’s panicked ones behind Bo’s head.

“Er, probably just about (y/n)’s exhibit that opened today,” Kuroo’s tense shoulders relaxed and he mouthed a small ‘ thank you ’ behind Bokuto. Kei’s gaze returned to Bo who’s eyebrows were raised expectantly.

“Really? That’s amazing.” Kei tried to hide his grin in his drink but failed miserably as he nodded.

“I can’t believe Salty-shima finally managed to bag his dream girl,” Kuroo laughed followed quickly by Bo. Kei rolled his eyes in response.

“Oh come on! You have to admit it was touch and go there for a while! Remember how broken she was that night at Kuroo’s wedding! And after you went to her studio!” The second it left Bo’s mouth he knew he’d gone too far. He bit his lip waiting to gauge Kei’s response. When nothing came Kuroo jumped back in.

“But hey everything worked out in the end right?” Kei could see Bo nodding in his periphery, but his eyes were glued on you laughing airily with Akaashi and Kenma. Had he really broken you?

~

After a few more hours of drinking and dancing, Bokuto’s giddy voice arose over the speakers.

“Uh, he again everyone! I promise this is the last time we’re going to interrupt your evening!” He paused, evidently trying to steady his shaking voice. For someone so confident he sure didn’t like speaking in public.

“But I have a surprise for Akaashi outside, and I was hoping you would all join me.” The crowd began to follow Bokuto slowly out of the venue onto the large lawn outside. Kei led you along with his hand on your shoulder, while Kuroo carried Kenma on his back next to you. When you arrived outside, Bokuto stood at the edge of the lawn looking incredibly pleased with himself. In each hand, he was clutching an already lit sparkler. From the front of the crowd, Akaashi made his way over to him smiling widely and kissed his husband.

“Sparklers?” Akaashi asked, not underwhelmed, just a little confused. Bo’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Just wait.” With that, a large explosion could be heard overhead. You jumped so high that you would have fallen off your heels if it wasn’t for Kei’s grip on you. You looked up to the sky to see a plume of red and white sparks cascading down before fading into the black.

“Fireworks baby!” you heard Bo shout before lifting Akaashi into the air. The crowd dispersed a little, everyone finding their own space to watch the display.

You stood wrapped in Kei’s arms as you watched, his chin resting on the top of your head. You looked around, seeing all your friends' faces, wide-eyed with smiles as they watched. You heard the occasional “ooh” or “aah” from Bo and the occasional murmur from Kuroo and Kenma, but they were all too far away to make out what they were saying. Kei, however, was quiet, which wasn’t unusual, except for the fact that he’d had a notorious history of complaining at the way through any fireworks you’d ever watched together. In high school, you would drag him to the local spring festival show every year. And every year he would complain at how pointless they were, and how unnecessarily loud they could be and how the smell of the sulfur made him nauseous. But you loved the smell of the sulfur and the thunderous sounds they made even when you weren’t expecting them and Kei had to make sure you didn’t topple over in surprise.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you said, turning to look at Kei, you could see you’d pulled him back from some kind of deep thought. His brow furrowed.

“Kei?”

“Did I break you?” he asked abruptly. You spun around fully now, pulling his hand into yours trying to make out what he was saying.

“What?” he sighed, trying to compose himself and explain.

“That night, at the wedding and when I showed up to your studio. That whole fight.” He paused or a second and closed his eyes. “Bokuto said I broke you, were you really broken?”

You were silent, you hadn’t talked about those nights with Kei in such a long time you didn’t know he was still thinking about them. You looked up at Kei, his eyes looking so worried that all you wanted to do was kiss him and remind him that everything was good now but that wasn’t what he’d asked.

“I don’t think I was ever broken, maybe just a little chipped.” You smiled up at Kei weakly who reciprocated it with a small chuckle. His eyes made their way back up to the sky before he spoke again.

“I don’t think I ever apologised,” he said. You began to protest but he cut you off. “Not for the night at the wedding but for what I said about your work.” You shrugged lightly, trying to remind Kei that it was all in the past.

“It’s no big deal Kei I-”

“I called your work shitty, that’s a big deal”

“Well, technically you actually called my studio shitty so-”

“Same difference,” Kei scoffed and shook his head. “I was so awful that night.” He looked out over the night sky, cursing the mistakes he’d made two years ago before he heard you talk softly.

“You were scared,” you said, “we both were.” He looked into your eyes deeply and squeezed your hands in his. “Someone once told me that you shouldn’t be scared to need people in your life, I think we both needed to learn that.”

“I’m really sorry, about everything (y/n).” You shook your head and pulled Kei closer to you.

“Don’t be, we fixed it. Together,” you whispered before closing the gap between you, tangling your hands in his sandy hair as he pulled you into him, making sure you were as close as possible without stumbling. You stayed there for a few minutes before parting again. When you did you realised that everyone was beginning to make their way back inside and the sky was dark again but neither of you made any attempt to move. You looked up at Kei who was watching you intently, a little guilt still lingering in his eyes but nothing that you couldn’t fix.

“Yano you weren’t wrong exactly,” you said quietly to Kei, “the studio is pretty shitty.” Kei laughed and rubbed his nose against yours softly.

“I’ve been telling you that for years asshole,” you nodded.

“So maybe it’s time we found somewhere new?” You could see him processing it, as though he had almost missed the point of the sentence.

“We?” he repeated and stifled a laugh.

“Well your place is pretty boring, and mine is shitty so maybe we both need an upgrade.” Kei didn’t answer, he just pulled you back into him and kissed you a little harder this time. You were both silent when you parted, just taking in the now silent garden around you. You marvelled at the lingering feeling of joy in your chest before Kei spoke again.

“For clarification,” he said, voice back to his usual deadpan-self, “you do mean moving in together right? Because I cannot deal with another two years of you paying rent somewhere you never sleep.” You laughed and shook your head and Kei’s face went from smug to assured.

That night, you and Kei danced again. Just like your last wedding together. But this time, when you pulled him out into the corridor he was the one who initiated the kiss. There wasn’t a single hint of hesitation in it and you stood, with hands tangled in Kei’s hair. Your feet barely grazed the ground as he held you up by your hips, you noticed how unbelievably light you felt, both physically and deep within your chest. There was an overwhelming feeling of perfection, as though the wrongs from all those years ago had been righted. The scale had tipped back in your and Kei’s favour.

[ven7s]

 time is infinite and so are we

— tsukishima kei x gn!reader ; wc. 1.0k ; genre fluff, comfort (?), minimal angst if you squint really really hard

tsukishima kei isn't fond of the concept of time.

when he visits his grandparents every weekend or so, he notices their age in the wrinkles of their skin. he notices their age when he looks at their hair, his grandmother's long hair in a black and white picture taken long before he was born is now gray with a few white strands, much shorter in comparison.

he noticed their age when he was a kid, lending a helping hand for his grandfather as he tried to stand up, but his grandfather would slap his hand away gently, saying that he’s still as healthy as he was when he was tsukshima’s age.

tsukishima compares his grandparents to his parents then, finally, to himself. and he comes to the conclusion that he doesn’t like the idea of getting old.

but it's you who show him otherwise.

he looks forward to the morning where he wakes up to the sight of you and to that morning rush where you’re panicking from sleeping in a bit too late. you're running all over your shared apartment to gather your things and tsukishima always has a cup of coffee ready for the both of you, knowing your habits all too well.

you’re distressed over where you placed your car keys when tsukishima sighs, places his mug down, and walks over to the couch and digs in between the cushions before pulling the exact object you were looking for. really, he knows your habits all too well. you run over, kissing tsukishima all over his face — to which he grimaces (but you both fully know it’s in amusement) — then taking the keys.

he knows you take your coffee ‘to go’ so he watches as you hurriedly leave, work bag in one hand and your keys and coffee in the other, while placing a chaste kiss on his lip that leaves a warm sensation.

he’s alone in the apartment now and he knows he needs to leave for work in a few minutes as well. and as he leaves your shared apartment, he feels content to know that he’ll come back to a home with you, and an eagerness to start the next day.

so yeah, lately, tsukishima kei doesn't mind the passing days.

and the realization makes him decide to get a ring. it's been a few years since the two of you started dating and it's been far too many years since the two of you became friends.

he thinks that it'd be nice to grow old with you as he picks out the ring and when he checks out, the cashier comments with a beaming smile, "i hope you and your partner will be happy forever."

so, as quickly as he decided to buy the ring, the sooner fear soaked into him from the comprehension that maybe you would fall out of love with him in due time.

but when tsukishima visits his grandparents with you one weekend, it’s then that it hits him fully how he's been worrying too much about the concept of time.

you ask his grandparents, “how long have you two been married?”

they look at each other and smile, their wrinkles ever more present.

his grandmother sighs, “i believe its been about 54 years now.”

you smile, watching as the elderly couple hold hands, eyes representing crescent moons.

“it doesn’t get old?” tsukishima asks.

your eyes widen slightly before looking over at tsukishima. he glances over at you, remembering the engagement ring hidden in his suitcase, a last minute object he brought because of the just in case ringing in his mind.

tsukishima’s grandparents laugh.

his grandpa takes a sip from his cup before looking tsukishima in the eye, “kei, don't you ever wake up and wonder about all the boring tasks you have to do?”

tsukishima furrows his eyebrows, “yeah, but i don't see how that answ-"

his grandpa cuts him off, “but doesn’t the thought of those boring tasks get better when you realize you do them with your lover?”

you and tsukishima remain quiet, letting his grandpa continue.

“it’s been like that for the past 54 years with your grandma and me. i wake up and remember that i have to start the chores around the house. i'm old and admittedly i don't have as much strength in me as i claim i do. but when i go to the kitchen to start on the dishes, i see your grandma already working on the side dishes for breakfast. she's waving for me to come over and taste her food and that's all it takes for me to feel better. we help each other and it just makes the remaining days much more bearable.”

his grandma chimes in, reaching for your hands, “if you’re afraid of the unknown, that’s okay. but keep in mind that you have the option to explore the unknown together.”

his grandparents finish and it leaves tsukishima with a panging in his heart while it leaves you smiling.

“you two must be happy.”

tsukishima looks over at you again and he cant help the smile on his face, amusedly asking, “what are you smiling about?”

you shrug your shoulders, looking at his grandparents then locking eyes with tsukishima, “it’s nice to think about how we will be like them one day, isn't it?"

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, but as if it’s automatic, he says yeah.

because when he's with you he finds himself wanting to grow old with you. he wants to see the gray and white strays of hair that come along with aging. he wants to eat food that's been cultivated through years of cooking with you.

he wants to continue to wake up by your side and brew coffee for you; he wants to watch as you run out the door to catch the bus, and he wants to come back home to see you greeting him in the place he feels safest, your arms.

so yeah, maybe time isn't as evil as he thought it to be as a kid.

and yeah, with the engagement ring in mind, tsukishima comes to the conclusion that he does want to go into the unknown with you.

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                                                 U・x・U

hey everyone, your favourite floppy eared writer here! i’ve finally come up with a list of what i’m willing to writing to prompt people to send me ideas (yay!). 

currently i’m open to writing for haikyuu, my hero academia, chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, demon slayer, and some k-pop. basically this blog is a read at your own risk, read what you like or maybe try something new and always remember, read the tags. 

listed below are the characters/people i’ll write for! the ones in italics i’m especially interested in writing.

haikyuu: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yu nishinoya, ryūnosuke tanaka, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukshima, tadashi yamaguchi, tetsuro kuroo, kenma kozume, lev haiba, yaku morisuke, toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentaro kyotani, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki, takanobu aone, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, wakatoshi ushijima, satori tendo, kiyoomi sakusa, shinsuke kita, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shugo meian, keishin ukai

demon slayer: giyu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, gyomei himejima

my hero academia: keigo takami (hawks), enji todoroki (endeavor), dabi, shota aizawa (eraserhead), toshinori yagi (all might), taishiro toyomitsu (fat gum), hizashi yamada (present mic)

chainsaw man: aki hayakawa, captain kishibe 

jujustu kaisen: satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna

others: hatake kakashi (naruto), roronoa zoro (one piece), kojiro nanjo/joe (sk8)

k-pop: kim seok-jin (jin), min yoongi (suga),jung ho-seok (j-hope), kim namjoon (rm), park jimin (jimin), kim taehyung (v), jeon jungkook (jungkook), lee hoseok (wonho)

i am open to writing smut, fluff, angst, combinations of them. long fics, short fics. i try to focus on one character/person per post, but i am willing to make the same idea work for multiple characters/people. i specialize in daddy kink though, so i will write all the daddy kink you’d ever want. all i ask is nothing with minors, for example all the haikyuu characters are aged up to their present selves, roughly in their mid twenties. 

i write male, female, gender neutral readers, along with readers of colour and plus size readers! i also do polyam relationships. i’m flexible with what you, the reader, want to see. 

so please, send me ideas! i’d love to hear from you so i can write and post more!

that’s all from your local rabbit, i’ll see you in the inbox and on my next post! be safe and stay sexy.

xoxo, bunny

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the best of luck | tsukishima kei

pairing. timeskip!tsukishima kei x fem!reader

synopsis. It's only a few minutes before your wedding, and despite having been told not to, Tsukishima sneaks into your room to say a few words. 

words count. 1.2k

tags. comfort, angst 

song. Places We Won’t Walk by Bruno Major 

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Despite the purse of your lips, you’re still smiling. Your voice is just as gentle as the day you reciprocated Tsuikshima’s feelings. 

It had been just outside the gym. It had been right after their win against Nekoma and Tsukishima was still riding on his high, but he swore to you over and over again that he was sound and sober, that he knew exactly what he was doing. 

You tilt your head and watch as Tsukishima relieves himself with a shuddering breath, his eyes trailing down the lace of your wedding dress, your bouquet snug in your hold. He looks at you in endearment, with all the love in the world and despite his usually stoic expression plastered across his face, he’s struggling to suppress the want to cry. 

“I just had to see you,” Tsukishima says as his resolve to remain unfazed begins to sway like an old tree caught in the strong wind of a storm. You were that for him, a storm that made him sway and howl, worrying that he might just completely fall. 

But if a tree were to fall without anyone around, could you really say it fell? That’s what Tsukishima had always wandered. 

“What was so important you couldn’t wait until after the wedding?” You raise a brow, still smiling. “Something you couldn’t say in your speech?” 

You notice the way he lowers his head, as if hiding behind the frame of his glasses as he shakes his head ‘no’. You turn away from the mirror and face  him completely, patiently waiting for him to speak. 

“This is something that’s only meant for you,” He mutters, shoving his hands into his pockets. . 

“Well, let’s hear it then, c’mon.” 

He clears his throat, snapping his head up to look at you. If he can at least look at you in the eyes, then the rest of the evening will be a lot easier. But when he finally meets your gaze, he melts almost instantly. And there’s an ache in his heart, one that he’s been trying to ignore for the longest time. 

“I just wanted to say ‘thank you’,” Tsukishima begins, “because if it hadn’t been for you, if you hadn’t chosen me and chosen to stick with me and cheer me on during all those years, I don’t think I would’ve achieved the dreams I never knew I wanted…” 

“...Tsukki…” 

“I know I hadn’t always been the best to you and that my pride had wedged itself between you and I more than I should’ve let it. And I’m sorry that I ever let it…” 

Your eyes begin to sting as it wells up and your grip around the bouquet tightens. You pick at the ribbon that’s wound around the stick, nearly peeling it off. 

“You don’t have to --” 

“I want to.” He interjects softly. “Please let me continue.” 

Against your better judgement, knowing that you’ll have to deal with quickly retouching your makeup just minutes before you walk down the aisle, you nod your head. 

“I feel so lucky that I met you and that -- no matter what had happened, even during the worst of times, I had still been graced by someone so patient and loving as you. I think...I think if I had just spoken honestly and told you to stay that night, I could’ve been the groom instead, don’t you think?” 

Your lower lip trembles and you try to blink away the tears, drawing a deep breath as if  you were taking in all the air in the room to keep you floating. You know you shouldn’t, especially when you’re just a few strides away from the aisle, but you nod. With regret and shame, and all the ugly secret feelings you shoved down to the pit of your stomach, you nod. 

“Yes.” You admit, sniffling. “If you had told me to stay and had been transparent with me, and told me you wanted the same, maybe we wouldn’t be here right now. Maybe this wouldn’t be as painful as I thought it would be or as hard.” You tread towards Tsukishima, and you hear him hold his breath as you bring your hand up to his cheek, “But you and I can’t live off of ‘maybes’. We deserve better than that, don’t you think?” 

You watch as Tsukishima’s face -- the face that never painted itself any other color instead of one for annoyance and rare joy that had been made because of you -- contorts in pain and remorse. His eyes run watery, falling down his cheeks and staining his glasses. In front of you, on the day you marry his best friend, you watch as Tsukishima finally succumbs to his emotions and shows you just how much he cares. 

“I only came here to tell you ‘thank you’.” He mumbles, sighing breathily. “I just wanted you to know that and I never had the intention of hurting you --” 

“I know.” You tell him, cutting him off  from his babbling as you wipe his tears away with your thumb. Despite the throb in your chest and the mess that’s been made by your own tears, you’re still smiling. “I know,” You whisper, “I always knew even when you never said it to me, but I just wish you told me.” 

Tsukishime places his hand over yours as he leans into your touch, “I love you.” 

“And I’ll always love you, but I’m getting married today.” Your painful reminder has Tsukshima swallowing thickly, like he’s accepting the reality that from this day onward, he’s lost you completely. “Maybe in some other life it’s us.” 

“I’m jealous of them.” 

You chuckle. “So am I.” 

It takes everything in you to pull your hand away and bring it back to holding your bouquet. 

Tsukishima takes another good look at you as if capturing a mental image for himself to keep, a reminder of what he could’ve had and never will. A reminder that’ll haunt him into his next relationship -- if he ever has the courage to enter another one. 

He spins on the heels off his shoes and reaches for the door, but he stops for a moment before looking over his shoulder, “I wish you the best of luck,” He says genuinely, “Please don’t make Yamaguchi cry, he looks so ugly when he does.” 

You snort, “If he does, I’ll apologize over and over again until he takes me back.” 

You watch as his shoulders fall, his blonde head of hair bobbing to you in agreement. “And if he ever makes you cry --” 

“He won’t.” You state confidently. “And even if he does, the man will practically grovel   until I take him back.” 

Tsukishima can only hum in response, the small smile on his lips falls. 

He exits the room with his head down to the floor and his thoughts clouded with ‘what ifs’ and even more ‘maybes’. He was naive to think that seeing you before the beginning of his end would soften the blow, but it was ignorant of him to think that confronting you wouldn’t be as painful as the day he heard you’d be dating his best friend or getting engaged for that matter. 

He always believed he had time, but time was not kind. 

So there he stands, behind his best friend, listening to the both of you exchange heartfelt vows and crying happy tears as you both seal your future with a kiss. There he is, rocking back and forth in the wind of his emotions and feelings for you. 

He falls, but no one notices; they’re all too busy adoring the bride and groom, so maybe he hasn’t fallen at all.

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𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕥𝕤

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You Are Tiny~! (Oikawa x Reader)

As a Dad (Captains)

Study Buddies (Todoroki x Reader)

Adorable Idiot (Kirishima x Reader)

Wash Day (Atsumu x Black!Reader)

What Is He Doing? (Kaminari x Black!Reader)

Don't Embarrass Yourself (Yuuji x Black!Reader)

People I Don't Like (Fushiguro x Black!Reader)

Let Me Teach You (Sukuna x Black!Reader)

[12:37] (Kita x Reader)

I Will Always Love You, No Matter What (Todoroki x Bi!Black!Reader)

My Little Delinquent (Aren x Reader)

Request #3 (Shinobu x Black!Reader)

Dreamin' (Obanai x Reader)

My Love (Kaeya x Reader)

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Dahlias (Angst)

You're Just Not For Me (Suna x Reader)

No Children (Tsukishima x Reader)

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As a Dad (Captains)

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As A Dad (Underrated BNHA Boys)

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Pet Names (Nekoma)

Pet Names (Inarizaki)

Pet Names (Sejoh)

Pet Names (Sk8)

Pet Names (JJK)

Pet Names (Disasterous Life)

Pet Names (KNY Trio)

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What's It Like Dating The Team (Inarizaki)

How They Propose (Inarizaki)

First Date (Inarizaki)

Request #1 (Daishou x POC!Chubby!Reader)

Request #2 (Todoroki x Black!Reader)

Obey Me Boys with their Daughter (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan)

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ao3 recs<3

hi! sorry i haven’t posted a recs list in a million years, i’ve been busy with school and kept putting it off. enjoy my little christmas gift to you🎄

also i was told that some of my old links in recs didn’t work anymore so i’ll also put the authors name now just incase :)

Fireworks by Aubriearts

Ushijima x reader, one shot, literally just ushijima falling in love with you, completed

Other Stories of Romance by WritingTheInserts

Semi x reader, Goshiki x reader, Shirabu x reader, Yamagata x reader, okay so this one is like a side story to Golden Girl (i’ve mentioned this one before in a recs list) and its set in the same universe just side stories of these guys getting some love too <3, ongoing

It Takes a Team by mrhenn1669

Iwaizumi x reader and Kyoutani x reader, tw for suicide, phew this one… okay so from the description of the story we know this is going to be sad. it’s flat out stated that y/n will comit and it’s her story with the team until then. i think it tackles mental health really well as the author themself has dealt with stuff. i personally really like it and hope we get an update soon. ongoing

The Fox Witch by moonmayhem

Inarizaki x reader, supernatural au, i personally love magical/supernatural aus so that’s already a plus, actually haven’t finished this one but basically the boys as spirits who love y/n, completed

The Popular Guy by Crescentsteel

Oikawa x reader, friends to lovers, guys, when i tell you this one made me love oikawa. it was so good. it’s by the same author who wrote Keeping Secrets (a tsukishima fic) and it’s very well written. completed

to love, and to be loved (is the greatest happiness of existence) by Amy_Stark117

Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers (kind of) HOGWARTS AU❤️❤️, if you don’t know i love hogwarts aus, atsumu is from durmstrang and reader is ravenclaw, basically atsumu teasing reader;)), ongoing

First Impressions by Sparklewritesfanfiction

Akaashi x reader, royal au, enemies to lovers, tbh they aren’t really enemies for that long but still, i actually haven’t finished this one yet but i want to soooo badly, i love akaashi and need to read more fics of him, completed

Weight of the World by lalalalavieenrose

Ushijima x reader, magical au but different since it’s inspired by atla and naruto, this one was sososos good, i’ve never seen an au like this and it didn’t disappoint, i love ushijima and if you do you’ll love this, completed

A Bird In a Guilded Cage by JUNMAKo

Ushijima x reader, soulmate au, i have some mixed feelings about this one tbh. Ushijimas a bit weird in this and it make me uncomfy but it’s not awful. i don’t hate it but i don’t love it, i do think that some people would love it and that’s why i’m recommending it, completed

Underwater by wanderwithme (wanderlustt)

Ushijima x reader, friends to lovers, readers a journalist interviewing vb star ushijima wakatoshi ;), completed

Keeping Promises by WritingTheInserts

Tendou x reader, sister series to Golden Girl, this one is about k/name in golden girl and she has her own little series with tendou and it warms my heart sm, tendou deserves love and he gets it in this, this also gets updated ag the same exact time as Golden Girl so whenever the author updates one you know you also have the other one waiting :)), ongoing

I’m Home by popushikuru

Tsukishima x reader, it’s actually an OC but when you read it it feels like an x reader since no physical characteristics are talked about, enemies to lovers, soulmate au, oneshot, no words wow, heart hurts now, completed 

We Should Be Together by popushikuru

Ushijima x reader and Iwaizumi x reader, very interesting love triangle, same as the fic above its more of an OC than an x reader as the “reader” has a name, but again same as the fic above it feels like an x reader when you’re reading it and it’s so good! completed

Free Falling by Amy_Stark117

Iwaizumi x reader, AOT AU!!! i’ve only seen aot aus twice before this, it’s a oneshot but sososo perfect, i read it while i was supposed to be doing work and i could not put my phone down, the ending made me crumble, completed

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hi hi !! can you do 7 and 18 for angst and 8 for fluff + kei tsukishima ?? congrats on your 200 followers btw bb 🥰🥰

Thank you bb! I really hope you like this and I’m sorry for the long wait. I lost a bit of motivation halfway through writing this and once I had it done Tumblr deleted it so I ended up having to re-do this. I’m not sure I like how this one turned out, but I really hope you like it (if not feel free to request again), and thank you for requesting.

P.S It’s 6am here, and I am very tired so I apologize if there are any misspellings or anything that doesn't make much sense. 

Warnings: arguments, self-doubt 

Word Count: 1.3k

Prompts used: 7 and 18 for angst and 8 for fluff 

This is for my 200 followers prompt list event which is currently still open if you’d like to request 

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You have no idea how this started, how you now stood at the door of your own house with tears rolling down your cheeks as your boyfriend stood in front of you, his eyes dark with anger. Your hands were at your side, balled into a fist as you stared at him, anger boiling. 

“Say something! Please, just say anything!” You begged, your throat raw from the hours of screaming at your silent boyfriend 

Tsukishima looked down at you, his usual blank expression on his face as your glassy eyes stared up at him. His arms were crossed as his headphones rested against his shoulders and an almost annoyed look on his face. You weren’t sure what was pissing you off more, how calm he looked or how fucking annoyed he seemed at you, but either way you wanted to slap that look off his face.

 Your hands found their way into your hair as you let out a loud groan, your body turning towards the door. Your hands dropped to your side as you started walking towards the door, your footsteps echoing in the empty house.  

“Wait, don’t leave me” Tsukishima’s voice was low, almost a whisper as your body turned to face the large apartment door in front of you 

Your eyes slowly closed as his words hit your ears, after the hour of you standing in the foyer yelling at him he finally opened his mouth and spoke. Tsukishima’s eyes stared at your back, a hand now reaching out for you as you stood there silently. Your eyes stared at the silver door handle, watching as the light above you glistened in the shiny metal. The room fell quiet, a broken sigh leaving Tsukishima’s mouth as his heart began to race. 

When this night started Tsukishima thought it would be the typical night where he’d say something offensive and you’d jokingly get mad, but this time everything felt different to him. The argument was the same as it always was, you tell him that he needs to be more careful at what he says and him just nodding before putting on his shitty headphones and drowning out your voice, but tonight you had enough. It wasn’t even something he had said, or hell his usual uninterested actions that you’d gotten rather used to, but instead, it was something you heard in the hallways that set you off. 

You raced through the hallway, the soft clicking of your shoes against the tile flooring echoing through the halls as you sped towards your class. This particular morning your alarm had decided to not go off, now leaving you almost 30 minutes late to your homeroom. Your books were held tightly to your chest as you curved around corners and took two steps at a time up the staircase, the rough hardback of the books digging into your arm. You were almost to the door of your classroom when you had heard two girls say your name, making you stop in your tracks. Your eyes scanned the hallways to see no one there, an eyebrow-raising as you accidentally picked up on the conversation of the two unknown girls. 

“Y/n? Yeah, what about them?” 

“You know their dating that tall boy right? Tsukishima I think is his name” 

“Well with the way he acts with them they might as well not be” 

“What do you mean?” 

“What? He acts like they doesn’t exist half the time, hell I bet the entire relationship is just one-sided” 

You stood silent in the hall as you continued on eavesdropping. You knew you should just ignore them and head to class before you were even later, but your body wouldn’t move. 

The rest of the day the girl’s conversation had been stuck in your head, maybe they were right, this entire relationship only relied on you. Which leads you to where you are now, you had decided to test out their theory, ignoring Tsukishima for the whole day, making sure to not initiate any conversation with him...this was the worst thing you could’ve done. By the end of the day, Tsukishima hadn’t talked to you once unless it was to ask you to move out of the way or hand him a pencil. You knew with every rumor there is a hint of truth, but now you thought the entire rumor itself might not even be a rumor at all. It wasn’t until you had decided to head over to Tsukshima’s place for your usual study night when everything seemed to hit you all at once. 

You’d only been dating Tsukishima for 2 years now. You’d met after you had become the team manager alongside Yachi in your first year. It took quite a while to get on the blonde's good side or even to get him to just acknowledge your existence. After befriending Yamaguchi, Tsukishima was almost forced to befriend you as well, as you had begun to hang out with both of them a lot more. As the months went on you learned through the rest of the team, Noya, and Tanaka, that the tall blonde had a crush on you. How he’d confessed that to the team? You had no clue, but he had probably only told Yamaguchi and it spread from there. It took almost a year before you both had confessed to each other, and ever since you thought that you both were doing great...but you were proven wrong.

“P-Please don’t walk out of that door” 

His words made your body freeze as your hand was lifting towards the doorknob, your mind turning blank at how desperate he sounded. For the years you’ve known the tall blonde he’s never once sounded desperate. Your hand slowly dropped down next to you, your head lifting as a soft sniffle met your ears. Your eyebrows raised at the sound, your head slowly looking over your shoulder to see the once composed man with silent tears rolling down his face, his glasses slightly fogged as he stared at you. 

Inside you knew Tsukshima felt embarrassed, he’d never or at least rarely cry in front of another person, the feeling of vulnerability was something he wasn’t very fond of. He never liked really showing his true emotions in front of others, even though you were close to him you’d rarely see him cry or even show a lot of affection towards you.  

As your eyes took in the sight in front of you your heart shattered, here was once the almost emotionless blonde-haired boy who was now in tears and almost shaking at the thought of your walking out of that door. Both of his hands were still down by his side, his body almost frozen as he watched you slowly turn around. You knew you shouldn’t give in so easily or even go to him, but your body moved before your mind caught up. 

Within a blink of an eye, you stood in front of Tsukishima, the palm of your hand resting softly against his wet cheek as he looked at you, his dark eyes glassy. Tears once again began to well in your eyes as his two large arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his chest shaking as a few sniffles reached your ear. As you moved to open your mouth his voice filled your ears 

“Y/n” He began, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly “D-Don’t leave, I need you” 

His voice broke as his eyes closed, allowing a few more tears to run down his soft cheeks. A frown covered your face as you watched Tsukishima’s strong resolve break as he began to cry in your arms.  

“Kei” You spoke softly, your other hand resting softly against his chest and over his heart “I’m not leaving, I promise” 

[tsukkidon]

loosely undone

- tsukishima kei 

genre: angst, soulmate!au synopsis: you believe in fate, he believes in choices. word count: 1123

          It's cold. The ocean water is cold. Up and down it goes on your bare feet as it moves forward and back on the shore. The night breeze too is cold. Enough so that you wrap both hands around your stomach for extra bit more heat.

         You exhale a warm sigh. No matter how freezing, you believe this here is still the better place to be.

         "It's warmer inside."

         You hold a breath. He found you when you did not want to be, by him especially. Is this when you are supposed to laugh? Because funny how the tables have turned. "With your IQ, you don't need me to spell out why this coldness feels more comforting than the warmth of the venue," you answer without looking back.

         Tsukishima's jaw subtly tightens. But, "You could've chosen to stay out of this event, entirely."

         "I am your friend. What kind of friend would I be if I missed your marriage?"

         "Does you being my friend come before being my fated person? My supposed soulmate?"

         The "yes" in your throat grows thorns. It's stuck, and it hurts. Unable to utter the word, you finally turn to him and lift a hand for him to see as if showing off a trophy. "I wore gloves today. What do you think?"

         He eyes the skin-tone colored glove that clothes your raised hand. Underneath the cover is your mark of fate—a unique pattern of swirls and twirls shaped as though drawn after the ocean. You were born with it, just as everyone else was with their own. And on the same day, whoever was pulling the strings tied you to him—half of your soul to his, half of his to yours. The identical patterns on your bodies are proofs that you and Tsukishima Kei are destined to live by each other's side.

         But this bind was not absolute.

         Tsukishima finds himself repressing annoyance through a deep inhale. "As I have told you countless times before," his eyebrows dig a furrow as he looks dead straight to your eyes, "I've made my decision and nothing you do or say will change it. I'm married now, Y/N."

         "I saw the ceremony, Kei. I know you’re married."

         "Then stop coming at me about how you and I are–"

         "I am not here to throw myself at you, Kei," you interject with a firm voice. You pause to watch him retract the step he took then raise an eyebrow, his expression morphing to confusion. That's right, he would be. After the many instances you tried to enforce what fate has decreed, he would be confused to hear you not planning yet another scene.

         The pricking sensation behind your eyes wakes you up from trance. You blink once, twice, thrice, until you feel it subside. "I am not here to throw myself at you, Kei," you repeat, this time a tad softer, gentler. "I am here to mark the end... of whatever I have for you. To see you genuinely be happy… with her by your side."

         A sob pounds against your heart; it hurts your chest. Determined, you hold it in, wanting nothing more than to get your feelings out loud for what seems to be the last time. "Even now, in this moment, I still feel strongly for you. I want to run to you and embrace you; I want to be the one you hold in bed tonight and the many more nights; I want to welcome you home after your long day at work and practice. I want to live the rest of my life with you and by your side!

         I do not know whether I feel this because of fate or love; there’s a too thin of a line in between. You can argue it's fate, I can assert it's love. Perhaps it's both. But what I do know—and what I am certain of, is that I can never be her. And that wrecks me more than I am willing to admit," your voice weakened to a whisper as your composure cracks.

         You gasp for air to suppress a sob, but a whimper escapes through the gap in your already quivering lips. You crumble. Hot tears prick and trickle down your face as sobs rush out of your hold.

         And he watches the scene unfold, biting his own lower lip. Water splashes under your fallen weight and he dashes to your aide, but you stop him midway with a raised palm. “Don’t give me hope. Please.” He catches the crack in your voice.

         Under the burdensome guilt, Tsukishima looks away and shuts his eyes. Had you only heeded his warnings, listened to everyone else’s suggestion of not coming, he believes you wouldn’t be the wet, sobbing mess that you are now. “Idiot.” There is nothing more he can do for you.

         After what felt like the whole night, you finally speak first. “Kei,” you call tenderly, “Look at me.”

         He complies. Cautiously, he lifts his eyelids to set his eyes on you, immediately noticing your ambiance being a stark contrast to what it was. You’re returning his gaze with slightly puffy eyes that presents softness. Your smile, akin to your eyes, is small but gentle-looking. The moon casting its light upon you flares your newfound tranquility.

         And then it hits. You are adoring him—loving him openly. Free of all restrains you had.

         For the last time that you can.

         “Kei.”

         He hums in reply.

         "Stop reading under dim lights, you'll go blind with that."

         He nods.

         "Your shoulder blades will continue to hurt from now on so remember to take medications for that. And always relieve your muscles before resting."

         "I know."

         "There's a newly opened café two blocks away from the museum with good strawberry treats. I think you'll like it there."

         "Okay. I'll take her there when I can."

         "And don't make Yachi cry because, god, she's such a ball of sunshine. If you do, I will drag Yamaguchi with me and we'll hunt you down with, uhm, pitchforks."

         Tsukishima stifles a chortle—the image being funnily stupid—but nonetheless acknowledges the threat.

         The ocean waves sing from behind as you both look at each other without another word. You, to etch the image in mind of the man you love but cannot be with. Him, to remember you by with the freedom you blessed him of.

         This is really the end.

         Smiling wider, you mouth “Please be happy” before raising and walking away to the solitary of your car. There, only the high moon bears witness to what remains of your masked calmness melting to unrestrained crying. And only it will continue to be for countless nights to come.

[ao3feed-daisuga]

I loved you and i thoght you did too (60 reasons i love you)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3jDOhrs

by therewerenonamesleft2

"i loved you and i thought you did too.. but i didnt write this to make you feel bad or like everything is your fault i wrote it to tell you something that i cant tell you to your face for many reasoans......

  Or:Yamaguchi cheats on tsukshima and everyone sides with Yamaguchi what will happen

Words: 3026, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Yachi Hitoka, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Yachi Hitoka/Yamaguchi Tadashi

Additional Tags: Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide, Suicide Notes, Haiku, Third Gym (Haikyuu!!), Tsukishima Kei is Bad at Feelings, Tsukishima angst, Yamaguchi Tadashi is a Little Shit, Kiyoko - Freeform, tsukishima - Freeform, How Do I Tag, Volleyball, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, No Smut, ALOT of tears, Sad Ending, Sad and Happy, Minor Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Suga gets to play setter, you - Freeform, You Have Been Warned, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Cheating, yachi is a bitch, yamaguchi loves tsukishima, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Heavy Angst, Angst and Tragedy, Haikyuu Angst Week, haikyuu angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3jDOhrs

[kodzukuroken]

Seasons change, but people... Do too I guess.|Chapter 5, "A place where one should lose one’s head."

Genre: Angst, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers

Summary: You and Tsukishima had been friends for years but upon the arrival of a very special invitation, your relationship takes a sudden change. Will your long-harbored crush for your best friend finally come into the light? Or will your relationship be altered for good?

Aka, Reader is an artist who is in love with Tsukki, there's angst, there are laughs, there are three established captain relationships! What could a person want?

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader (Kuroo Tetsuro x Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji, Daichi Sawamura x Sugawara Koshi)

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Smut

Read on Ao3 | This will update before Tumblr

This is the 6th chapter (including the prologue). I really love writing this story, there are currently 6 chapters out on AO3, so if you’d like to read there instead you can! Enjoy!

“What about this one?” Kei asked standing in front of you, one hand in his pocket and the other hanging a canvas off of two fingers. You scrunched your face in thought.

“It’s too blue ” you answered and he scoffed.

“It’s the fucking ocean.” You giggled into the sweater you were wearing, it was Kei’s and it smelt as such. Kei circled around your art studio. It had been about two weeks since that night at Akaashi and Bokuto’s house and the two of you had spent every day together since. You watched as he looked intently at each of your paintings, and it made you blush at how attentive he was being. He picked up another, a large canvas this time, and held it in front of you. You thought for a moment.

“Don't you think it's too...” You trailed off and he rolled his eyes.

“Too what?” You gazed at the painting, it wasn’t a bad choice, on the contrary, it was some of your best work. But…

“Is it too obvious?” Kei pulled a feigned look of bewilderment.

“What does that even mean?” You shook your head.

“I don’t know,” you huffed, “this would all feel a lot easier if you were just coming with me.” You crossed your arms and pretended to pout, a move that Kei seemed to find irresistible. He dropped the painting and moved to your side.

“Y/n we talked about this,” he said lowly in your ear “we both have work events this week that we can't miss if I could be there I would.” Kei kissed behind your ear and squirmed a little, but made no attempt to move away.

“I know,’ you sighed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “But this is one of the biggest moves of my career.” You’d been invited to an art exhibit for up-and-coming artists at a local museum. You’d been told to come along, mingle, and to bring some of your work to display in case someone was interested.

“I know,” Kei mumbled into your hair “but if I’m not at this thing my boss will for-sure fire me.” It also happened to fall on the one night that Kei wasn’t able to accompany you because of some big corporate party. You nodded into his chest before he pulled away and began to search through your work again, pulling out a painting of a forest. He didn’t even ask this time, just cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, but before you could even make a face he put it down and moved on. After a few more minutes of searching, you began to grow bored of the whole activity and began to whine.

“Ugh this isn’t working,” you said sitting down on your bed in a huff. Kei rolled his eyes and walked over to you.

“Stop being a baby, your work is great, you're just frustrated.” You crossed your arms.

“Am not”, even though you knew you sounded like a child. “C’mon Kei, I really want you there,” you stood up on the bed, and wobbled a little before he held you still. You were taller than him now, but still not by much. You moved your lips to his ear, “If you come, I’ll let you feel me up behind all the sculptures so nobody can see.” Kei moved his face away from yours and cocked an eyebrow, thinking. He shook his head and groaned loudly, falling onto the bed. You covered your face with your arms, after a few moments you felt a weight next to you. Kei moved to your side, pulling your waist in his strong arms and nuzzling his face against your neck, he didn’t have to talk to know he knew something was wrong.

“What if they hate my work” you mumbled into his sweatshirt, you heard him click his tongue nearby.

“You know that is ridiculous, don’t you? They wouldn’t have invited you otherwise.” You hated it, but he had a point. You let Kei pull you up from where you’d been laying, and sat upright on your bed looking at all the paintings that were splayed out on the ground.

“That one” you pointed, getting to your feet and walking over to it, Kei followed. It was one of the paintings from the exhibition you’d done a while ago. The one of Kei’s glasses.

“Good,” he said smugly as he pulled you into him again. You paused there for a minute, staring at the painting, content with your decision. Then, you felt the sharp pain of a hand smacking against your ass, you gasped involuntarily. You turned to see Kei walking towards your door.

“You’ll be great, I’ll pick you up after you're done.” He called from behind “Oh, and don’t forget to wear that tight black dress you wore to the party.” Kei winked and you suddenly felt the flush on your cheeks. You really needed this night to go well.

~

That night at the museum could not have gone better if you’d tried. You’d spent most of your night mingling with curators and wealthy art enthusiasts who had all been very interested in your work. One woman, who you’d known to be a well-known critic, had even approached you and asked what your biggest inspiration for the piece was.

“Uuh,” you’d paused, a little sheepish, not really sure how to explain what Kei was to you. “It was inspired by a friend.” She’d hummed in reply.

“A male friend perhaps?” She’d cocked an eyebrow at you presumptuously and you’d nodded, face burning red. She’d laughed.

“Well, if I were you, and I felt as strongly about this glasses man wearing a man as you did. I would certainly make him more than a friend.” You chuckled a little, you’d never thought that your art had so easily depicted your feelings for Kei, but then again you’d never thought your art was worthy of this kind of attention altogether. They were both nice feelings.

About twenty minutes after this interaction, you were standing at the bar waiting to be served when you’d felt a large hand grab onto your hip. You panicked at the touch, initially thinking that it was one of the countless creepy rich guys that attended these events to hit on young artists.

“Excuse me!” you’d began while swiveling around “Could you kindly get your hand the fuck off me? I’ll have you know I’m take-” You stopped dead in your tracks when you realized who it was.

“Taken?” Kei finished for you “Damn, and here I was thinking you liked me.” He looked down at you smugly through glinting glasses. You didn’t know if it was the high of the night or the four martini’s you’d drank from nerves but something made you leap on him.

“Kei!” you screeched as you did so, making a few heads near the bar turn. Kei only chuckled and held your waist close to him. “I thought your big fancy event didn’t finish until 12?”

“Yeah well, we got most of the important business talk done in the first half an hour and after that, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you in this dress,” Kei spoke slyly, making you giggle and bat his arms, making no real attempt to free yourself from his grip. You ordered drinks for you and Kei before making your way over to a quieter corner of the museum to talk.

“So seriously, how did it go?” you asked him, sipping your drink.

“Good.” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Good?” He rolled his eyes. “Is that all you have to say.”

“It’s a long story that I’d rather not get into tonight.” He said and you nodded, still desperate to know.

“But it was ok, right? Nothing bad happened?”

“That's generally what “good” means,” Kei said, cocking an eyebrow and taking a sip of his drink.

“I hate when you’re secretive, do you know that?” you said, no malice in your voice.

“Good thing you’re already taken then” Kei spat back, to which you stuck out your tongue. “Oh very mature Ms. Professional Museum Artist.” You giggled at this, Kei wasn’t playful often, but when he was it made your heart swell.

“I sold a painting tonight,” you said after a few moments of silence, you didn’t look at Kei but you could hear him pause, drink near his mouth. “Don’t be so shocked, I thought you had faith in me.” Kei shook his head.

“Of course I do, asshole. This is just a big event, I didn’t even know your work was for sale.” You looked out over the crowd of people who were milling around, your eyes fell on your own painting of Kei’s glasses.

“Neither did I,” you said, turning to face Kei now “but I made that work when I was in a pretty bad place.” You paused, “when we were in a pretty bad place. It was therapeutic at the time, but we’re not in that place anymore, are we?” You turned to Kei expectantly, but he was looking out over the crowd too.

“No, we’re not,” he said plainly and a small smile rose on your face. “You know, I’m really proud of you (y/n).” He’d said it as though it was the most natural thing in the world, but it had made your heartbeat double-time in your chest. You giggled lightly, trying to hide your embarrassment. Before speaking again.

“God, you’re not going soft on me now are you, Tsukki?” Kei turned his head to you in complete confusion.

“Tsukki?” he repeated, it had sounded so cute coming out of his mouth you couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Mhm,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“You never call me that, (y/n)... Are you drunk?” you hadn’t thought about it until he’d asked, but once it was out in the open, your laughter had become more and more prominent and your face had become more and more flushed. Kei didn’t wait for an answer, he just sat next to you and sipped his drink quietly, watching him from the corner of his eye.

It hadn’t taken much persuasion honestly, to get Kei to catch up to you drinks wise. You dragged him over to the bar a few more times and made sure you were the one to order, getting yourself something light and barely alcoholic before sticking Kei with a spirit of some sort.

“I thought you liked whiskey” you pouted, holding up his fifth drink in front of him, he was trying to act more sober than you but you could see the signs that you’d known since you were young. When Kei was drunk, he got handsy, not in a creepy way but he just liked you being close to him. Whether it was close to his side, or sitting on his lap. Right now you were pressed against him in the corner of the room with his hand on the small of your back while you waved a small half-glass full of clinking ice and honey liquid in front of his face. He rolled his eyes and took the drink from your hand and sipped it. He hadn’t seemed to mind you offering him drinks, as long as you stayed close to him as you did so and talked aimlessly about the art you were standing in front of. Right now, the two of you were in the back corner of the museum, staring up at a large sculpture made from recycled materials. Kei stared at you, side-on as you rambled on drunkenly about the meanings behind the piece and the techniques the artist had used. He knew he should have been paying attention, but he was too distracted by how the strap of your tight black dress was falling down, revealing your bare shoulder and neck.

“Let's go.” Kei blurted out after a few minutes of your rambling. You turned to him a little confused.

“Are you bored?” your eyes were wide and looked a little hurt. But Kei shook his head.

“No, no no no. I love listening to you talk, I just…” Kei trailed off as his gaze returned to your neck and he bit his lip hungrily. It took you a few seconds but you managed to figure out what his silence meant. You brought your hand to touch where Kei was staring, allowing his attention to return to your giggling face. You pulled him close to you and kissed him a little too roughly for a public display of affection, but Kei didn’t seem to mind. When you finally pulled away, you looked into Kei’s golden eyes,

“I thought I owed you something for showing up?” you said breathily, before kissing him again. Your head was reeling a little, you and Kei had gotten intimate over the past two weeks of your relationship but you hadn’t actually had sex yet. So the feeling of tipsy desire that you had right at this second made your stomach lurch a little. However, this didn’t stop you from grabbing Kei’s hand and pulling him through the crowd to an abandoned area of the museum that you knew wasn’t being used during the exhibit tonight.

Setting Kei down on one of the plush museum benches that sat in the middle of the unused part of the museum, you instantly straddled him the second he sat. Pulling you into a kiss, Kei began to run his hands up and down your back softly, as your tongues weaved around each other and your fingers found their way to his hair. After a few, passion-filled, minutes of kissing, Kei pulled his face away from yours and huffed, scanning your pink swollen lips up your needy eyes.

“Are we allowed to be back here?” he asked, and you smiled, trying to look at evil as he often did.

“Absolutely not,” you said, before reconnecting your mouth with his and tugging at Kei’s hair as you did. Kei’s hands made their way down to your ass and grabbed firmly, making you moan lightly into his mouth. He pulled his mouth away once again, placing small but biting kisses up your jaw until he got to your ear.

“If we’re not allowed in here,” he said, almost in a growl “then you’re going to have to be quiet for me ok?” The commanding tone of his voice was making you wild, but you took a shaky breath before nodding. Apparently, this wasn’t enough for Kei who dug his fingers into your ass roughly making you bite your lip hard before asking.

“What was that?”

“Y-yes” your answer was dripping with obedience, but it still wasn’t enough for Kei to loosen his grip.

“Yes, who?” he asked in the same low growl as before.

“Yes, K-Kei.” He pulled his fingers away and smacked your ass firmly with one hand.

“Good girl.”

Before you could take another breath, Kei’s mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting hard on any exposed skin he could find. You tried to stifle your moans by pressing your face into his shoulder, but when you felt Kei’s hands pulling your waist closer to his own, pressing the outline of his hard cock against you, you couldn’t help but moan loudly. Kei instantly pulled away, creating as much distance between the two of you without pulling you off of his lap. You made an annoyed sort of screech before he met your eyes disapprovingly.

“(Y/n).” He said sternly, “Do you want this?” you were taken aback by the sudden use of your name, but you nodded. Kei cocked an eyebrow before you remembered.

“Oh. Yes, Kei” you tried to smile sweetly and shuffle yourself closer onto his lap but Kei firmed his grip on your hips, which made you frustrated. You were trying to do what you were told, but it was hard when you were this desperate for contact. The space between your thighs that had once been filled with Kei’s crotch felt painfully empty and you squirmed in his grasp.

“Then, listen.” Kei’s words were simple but commanding.

“Yes Kei,” you found yourself saying, without a second thought and before you knew it Kei was pulling you back into his lap and made contact with your neck again. This time, you weren’t letting something as simple as a groan get between the two of you, so you shoved your face a little firmer into Kei’s neck before grinding your hips against his. You could feel every hard inch against your already wet underwear.

“Fuck” you heard Kei curse into your neck, the sound swelling your head with pride. You ground your hips against him again, and again before you even realized that his large hands had made their way up to your chest and were groping your breasts through your dress. You gasped at the feeling, allowing Kei to pull the straps of your dress down along with your bra, exposing your breasts to him. He paused, staring hungrily at you while you turned your head, a little embarrassed to be so exposed in such a public place. You were expecting Kei to continue, but instead, you felt his hand make its way to your face and stopped at your chin as he pulled in back around so that your faces met.

“Are you good to keep going?” You were aback by the sudden caring tone in his voice, there was no desire to control you, just a genuine cadence of concern that made your heart swell with love. You smashed your lips back again before replying.

“Yes, Kei please fuck.” you rolled your hips against his again and allowed one very small moan to escape from you, just enough to let him know that you needed him desperately.

With that, Kei’s mouth kissed down your jawline, past your collar bone, and made contact with your nipple.

“Fuck” you whispered into his ear, feeling a smile spread over his lips as he swirled his tongue around your nipple while biting and sucking periodically. The feeling made you wild with desire, as you continued to roll your hips against Kei’s you were suddenly dissatisfied with the layers of fabric that kept the two of you apart. With that, almost as if he’d read your mind, you felt Kei’s hand move down to your core, hiking up your tight black dress so that it bunched up near your middle, leaving you practically bare besides your underwear.

“Fuck, baby you’re so desperate huh?’ Kei said into your ear “Tell me how desperate you are (y/n).” Kei’s hand made its way down to your covered pussy and pressed his thumb against it making your whole body light up with electricity. But when nothing else came, you realized he was waiting for an answer.

“K-Kei, I” you huffed, trying to move your hips to create any kind of friction against his hand, but once again Kei was too fucking strong against you. “I’m so fucking desperate Kei, please I need you” the words fell from your mouth shamelessly this time, doing nothing but making the wetness in your underwear increase. Almost instantly, Kei’s hand found contact with you again, his thumb rubbing small but steady circles around your clit through the drenched fabric. You fell into him, moaning just enough that he could hear you, but not so much that it would get you punished. Kei places a few small kisses near your temple.

“Good girl” he whispered before pulling your underwear to its side and pushing a finger inside of you. He hissed at the feeling of you around him, taking every inch of his long finger. When he witnessed how well you took the first, he quickly added another, this making you whine a little and close your eyes tightly as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“God you feel so fucking good (y/n),” he praised into your hair.

“K-Kei, I” It was so hard to focus on anything with the feeling of him hitting your g-spot with every thrust into your pussy.

“What do you want, baby?” Kei asked firmly, slowing his fingers when he realized how crazy just two fingers were making you.

“I-I w-want” you huffed, your head was swirling and your body was craving more, yet your mouth didn't want to cooperate. Then, Kei’s free hand that had once been resting your ass made contact with your neck, grabbing firmly between fingers and pushing his palm firmly on your windpipe. You brought your eyes to meet his, he looked at you, completely enthralled at the sight as you tried desperately to take in air but failed miserably. You’d all but forgotten the conversation you and Kei had had years ago, where you’d accidentally let it slip that you liked it pretty rough in the bedroom but god you were glad that he hadn’t.

“I want you inside me Kei” a small grin spread across his lips before he let your throat go. You tried to focus on taking in air steadily, but before your breath fully came back you felt Kei pull you down onto the bench. He was above you now, as you lay on your back underneath him. You’d never truly noticed how big Kei was, but there was nothing clumsy about him. He moved quickly to pull his fingers out of you, letting you gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then you felt him sit up a little, hearing the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper undoing. Your skin tingled in excitement. Then, suddenly, Kei was back over you and you could feel the head of his cock against your clit.

“Fuck, Kei please” you hissed trying to create more friction but he just laughed darkly and continued to rub against you slowly driving you insane.

“God if I’d known you were this much of a desperate slut I would have fucked you a long time ago.” He said against your ear. “You’ve been waiting so long, haven’t you? How many times have you thought about this hm? Tell me.” You could tell that Kei was getting off on teasing you, not that you ever expected anything less from him, but what you didn’t expect was how wet it was making you to be spoken down to like this.

“So many times Kei, fuck. I’ve touched myself thinking about you so many fucking times.” Kei hadn’t expected that much honesty, he’d known you’d been pining over him all this time just as he’d been for you, but he hadn’t known that you’d touched yourself while thinking of him. The thought flipped a switch in Kei’s brain, he couldn’t wait any longer he needed you now.

Without any warning, Kei lined himself up with you and thrust inside so hard he had to bite his own lip to stop a moan from escaping. And when a squeal escaped your own mouth you felt his strong hand clamp down over it. You looked up at him sheepishly from under him, and he rolled his eyes. Just as you were about to apologize, a set of footsteps could be heard nearby. You froze completely and Kei looked up from where he was. You figured nobody could be that close, because Kei hadn’t gotten off of you, but there was definitely someone close enough to hear the two of you if you continued. At first, you naively thought Kei might wait until the footsteps would become inaudible, but when he looked down to see the slightly panicked look in your eyes you could tell he was going to make you suffer. He brought himself back down to your level, lips at your ear once again.

“Now you really have to be a good girl for me, we wouldn’t want the respectable young artist caught getting her brains fucked out now would we?” You wanted to hate him for it, you thought about squirming away from his grasp and calling it all off, but the thought that the two of you were so close to being caught only made you want him more. You pulled your face away from his hand and spoke almost inaudibly.

“Please Kei, fuck me. I don’t care who hears” your hands grasped at his biceps and his smile returned.

“Suit yourself.” Before you could prepare Kei was pulling out of you almost completely, before thrusting back into you hard, making all the air leave your lungs. He did this twice more before positioning one hand behind your head to anchor himself and the other on your neck and beginning to fuck you hard and fast. Kei was big, bigger than you could have imagined and the feeling of his cock filling every inch of you was driving you completely crazy. You moaned continuously with every passing thrust, you were definitely loud enough to be heard by those close by but Kei’s hand on your neck gave a slight squeeze every time you grew too loud.

“Fuck, Kei. Harder please” you spat after a few minutes and he doubled down, never letting up a second.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking tight” he growled, you weren’t used to such blatant praises from Kei, but you weren’t going to refuse them. He pumped in and out of you his tip hitting your g-spot every time without fail, your stomach tensed as the familiar knot-like feeling rose inside it. You tried to hold on, not wanting the feeling of Kei fucking you to end. But as his breaths grew more erratic you could tell that he was getting close too. You tugged at the back of Kei’s neck, bringing his face back to yours and crashed your lips into his. You tugged desperately at his lip with your teeth before moaning into the sound of his mouth lightly.

“K-Kei, I-I wan- fuck” god your fucking mouth,  you cursed it for being so uncooperative tonight. Focusing your mind on the feeling of Kei inside you, you tried again.

“Cum inside me Kei. Please” your words were so simple and innocent he couldn’t believe it, but they were all that he’d needed to tip him over the edge that he was already teetering on. You gasped at the feeling of Kei exploding inside you, feeling every single inch of you filled with him made you reach your own orgasm just as quickly.

“Kei!” you screamed, the sound of your voice bouncing off the large empty museum space. There was no going back now. With a few more erratic and broken thrusts, the pair of you collapsed into each other on the bench, breathing heavily.

“Fuck” Kei said after a few seconds, pulling you in close to him and pressing a kiss on your temple.

“Hey Kei,” you said, still completely breathless, he hummed in response. “Are you my boyfriend?” He was silent for a second, panic began to rise in your already heaving chest.

“After that? I fucking hope so.” He said, sounding a little outraged. You smiled widely into his chest and placed a kiss near his collarbone.

“Come on,” he said, “We better get dressed before they figured where that scream came from.” Fuck, how quickly you’d forgotten. You apologized to Kei but he just laughed and shook his head and kissed you.

“Don’t be, I can't wait to hear it again. Maybe just somewhere you can be louder next time?” you nodded and moved to redress yourself.

~

The two of you had managed to sneak out of a side-door of the museum remaining virtually unseen that night. Which you’d been insanely thankful for, Kei had been worried about the sale of your painting and whether you needed to be there at the end of the night. You shook your head, your boss had been at the event also and you’d managed to send him a text shortly after you’d left asking him to meet with the buyer. He had obliged without question thank god, leaving you and Kei to disappear into the dark night looking rather disheveled (more you than him) while walking hand and hand through the city. The two of you had every intention of staying at his place that night, but considering the state of you right now (and the state between your legs) all you wanted was to get to the nearest place that you could shower and put on fresh underwear. You walked slowly, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to conceal the wetness between them.

“Can we please just stay at my place?” you whined to Kei for the third time since you’d left the museum. He hadn’t said no, he just hadn’t given a response at all. This often meant that he was weighing the options in his head. You decided to make it easier for him.

“It’s a Saturday, you don’t have to wake up early for work in the morning, my place is right around the corner and I will buy you breakfast tomorrow and watch I will watch The Land Before Time with you in the morning.” You knew Kei, and you knew his mind. There could not possibly be anything else he could be considering as an issue. He looked at you and thought.

“The Land Before Time?” he asked, a little confused. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes it is a kids cartoon but it has dinosaurs,” you gestured your hand towards him before back at yourself “you like dinosaurs, I like cartoons.” He thought again, you knew it was a fair deal, if he tried to get you to watch a documentary you would be way too bored and if you watched Jurassic Park again you would spend the entire movie talking about how Jeff Goldblum was immortal and could also “get it”.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in at your place” he smirked, he knew he’d got you with that one. But you crossed your arms trying to think of something quickly.

“I have like all your old volleyball t-shirts and hoodies, remember?” Kei clicked his tongue.

“But you don’t have any pants I can wear.” He retorted it was your turn to scoff.

“You’re wearing underwear aren’t you?” you said, trying to make him sound ridiculous just so he’d cave. “And besides, you’re my boyfriend. I think I can see you in your underwear.”

“It’s not as if you haven’t seen me in mine” you mumbled and his smirk grew wider. He didn’t answer, just started off down the street, just slow enough so that you could catch up and catch his hand in yours.

When you got to your studio, you took your time searching through your small purse for your keys.

“Jesus, that thing is the size of an envelope. How hard can it be to find them?” Kei snapped but you just smiled and held the keys in his face and jingled them. You made to unlock the door but paused before opening it, looking to Kei with your best doe-eyed expression.

“Keeeei” you began.

“Tch”

“Pleeease” he knew what you wanted.

“No, I am not going to get your mail now. We can go down and get it in the morning.” The mailroom of your building was in the basement, making it not only creepy but also two steep flights of steps down.

“But I ordered stuff for work and I need it!” You groaned but he shook his head.

“You don’t need it until Monday we can go down a-” but he stopped and scoffed loudly as he noticed a single tear rolling down your face.

“Don’t do that,” Kei spat. “it’s creepy I don't like it.” You’d learned how to fake-cry pretty convincingly in around your first year in college. It had never really worked to tug on Kei’s heart-strings as you’d hoped but instead just made him intensely freaked out. You pouted your lip, letting a few more tears roll down your cheeks.

“Fine.” He finally conceded. “God, you’re annoying.” Your face changed instantly, smiling widely, you brushed the tears from your face and pecked Kei’s cheek before unlocking the door.

“Thanks, babe,” you said, making for the stairs as Kei broke off from you and headed to the basement.

“You’re a brat,” he said as he began to descend.

You made your way up the stairs of your apartment humming lightly to yourself as you did. Just as you reached the top of the stairs you noticed that something wasn’t quite right. The air around you felt, disturbed and from the small gap at the bottom of your door, you could see that the light was on inside. You could have sworn that you’d switched everything off before you left, considering you’d thought you were going to be at Kei’s all weekend. But after considering waiting for Kei to come back, you chalked it up to forgetfulness and made your way inside.

“Tetsuro?” you said, the second you saw his dark, spiky hair pacing around the room. He turned to you, eyes wide and panicked, he rushed over to you and pulled you into him.

“Jesus,” he hissed “(y/n) where the fuck have you been? We’ve been calling you for weeks and texting and we haven’t heard anything.” We? You thought for a second before looking over to see Kenma sitting upside down with his head hanging off your couch, fingers moving furiously against his Switch. You pulled away from Kuroo and tried to piece together what was happening, you knew you’d had at least a few messages from Kuroo but you hadn’t really thought much of it. It wasn’t that you’d been ignoring him intentionally, you’d just been busy. You chuckled a little, not in an amused way but in disbelief, and shook your head.

“I’m fine Tetsuro, I’m sorry I’ve just had a busy week and-”

“God how much fucking stuff did your order?” you heard Kei say behind you. Fuck, you thought. It suddenly dawned on you the reason you’d been so busy the past two weeks, and with that came the even larger realization that you hadn’t actually told Kuroo about the reason you were so busy the past two weeks.

“Kuroo?” Kei said, plainly, but still an air of confusion in his voice.

“Oh my god” you heard from behind Kuroo. You looked back to Kenma who was now right side up and putting his console down.

“Listen, guys, this isn’t” you paused, because it absolutely was. “Well, it is, but I just didn’t- I’ve been busy and I just… Well, I forgot” you bit your lip and looked at Kuroo who looked completely stunned.

After a while of deafening silence, he finally spoke. His voice was dazed and a little hoarse.

“Um- so uh. You guys… you’re, yano.” He gestured between the two of you and you smiled sheepishly. You felt Kei’s now packageless hand snake around your in the middle and placed a smirking kiss on top of your head. You elbowed his side, keeping your gaze on Kuroo.

“Uh, yeah. We’re uh”

“Dating” Kei finished the sentence. Somewhere deep inside you could feel your heart skip at the thought of him saying it out loud for the first time, but it was completely shrouded under the guilt you were currently feeling. Kuroo’s hand dropped and he nodded, almost completely spaced out. You pulled away from Kei and made for Kuroo, grabbing your friend by his large biceps and shaking a little.

“I’m so sorry! I promise I wasn’t keeping it from you! It was just that night at the party after you guys left, I needed to get home and Kei offered and-”

“Oh my god!” Kenma was louder now, almost yelling for him. He shot up from the couch and bounced over to where you were. You were completely perplexed by the sudden level of enthusiasm he had. “It worked! It fucking worked!” He said laughing lightly before pulling the hem of his husband’s shirt. “Kuroo? Are you hearing this? He walked her home! Akaashi said it would work but I didn’t thi-”.

“Akaashi?” Kei asked from behind you. You’d almost missed that part. The two of you turned to Kenma with furrowed brows. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at you both in disbelief.

“Oh come on,” he jeered “you didn’t really think that our neighbour just happened to have a massive bathtub leak, destroying thousands worth of equipment on the exact same night that you two were supposed to see each other for the first time in a year, did you?” He paused expectantly, neither of you answering, before murmuring. “Well supposed to have not seen each other at least. But salty here just couldn’t keep away.” Kenma was smirking now, and you were both still stunned.

“Y-you, you guys planned it? That night, you guys pushed us together on purpose? So that we’d make up?” You turned to Kuroo, mouth agape, who was looking back at you sheepishly now.

“Oh my god” Kei took the words right out of your mouth.

“It wasn’t our idea!” Kuroo called to Kei who was turning behind him to close the door which had been abandoned in the shock.

“You guys made up an excuse to leave? So you could push us together? How did you even know Kei would offer?” you were louder than you’d mean to be and your arms were waving around a little wildly. Kuroo and Kenma mimicked your looks of disbelief, turning to each other and beginning to laugh.

“What?” you asked over their giggling, Kuroo managed to compose himself long enough to answer.

“Oh come on (y/n), Tsukki might be the grumpy silent type but he isn’t a complete mystery to us.” You turned to Kei whose lips were pressed together in annoyance. He looked at the confusion on your face and rolled his eyes.

“They’re saying they knew that I would never leave you to walk home alone. Yano, because, I care… and stuff” He got quieter as he spoke and blush rose up your neck.

“Oh.” Kenma’s giggling got louder as he clung to Kuroo for balance.

“Oh my god! Look how cute they are Kuroo! They’re like teenagers!” You rolled your eyes and looked back to Kuroo.

“So if it wasn’t your idea, then it was” you trailed off

“Akaashi, yeah,” Kuroo said, turning to Kenma who was still laughing as he walked back over to his Switch.

“But how?” you asked. Kuroo opened his mouth but you felt Kei’s hand on your shoulder.

“I’m guessing when he and Bo decided to throw a party, they knew it would be the perfect time to get us back in the same room together. So he called these two before the party and asked them if they could leave early then he got Bo to make up an excuse and then when he knew that I wouldn’t leave you to walk home alone…”

“All he had to do was sit back and hope we’d come to our senses” you finished and Kuroo nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. You shook your head and rubbed your temples.

I need a drink, you said, dropping your bag and heading to the small kitchen area. Kei followed you, hands in pockets.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough tonight?” he sported a shit-eating grin and he strolled towards you, hands in his pockets. You scowled as you poured vodka into a glass and added some ice cubes.

“Are you guys joining me?” you called behind you to Kuroo and Kenma. Kuroo nodded, but Kenma just continued to play, still chuckling slightly to himself. You poured two more and thrust one at Kei.

“It’ll give you something to do instead of talk,” you said unimpressed. He smirked, taking the drink from your hand. You joined Kuroo, sitting opposite him and Kenma on a chair. Kei followed you, swatting your arm, wordlessly you stood and allowed him to sit, plopping into his lap.

“Aww look at them Kuroo! Already so romantic” Kenma said not looking up from his game. You chose to ignore it. Kuroo took a long sip of his drink before looking at you apologetically.

“Look, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you about Kaashi’s plan. It seemed like a good idea at the time.” You sighed and looked to Kei who shrugged half-heartedly and sipped his own drink.

“It’s fine,” you smiled “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. Everything just happened so fast, and then with the show tonight I-”

“Show?” Kuroo asked, peering up from his drink quizzically.

“She had a museum show,” Kei began, Kuroo looked at you and you nodded “she sold one of her paintings.” Kuroo broke into a grin.

“(y/n)! That’s amazing! You should be proud.” You smiled and laughed lightly, feeling the flush from earlier returns.

“Thank you Tetsuro, I really am.” You were all silent for a minute, all looking rather pleased before Kenma held his Switch in the air over the table. He looked at the three of you.

“To (y/n)” he said smugly. You giggled lightly and Kuroo rolled his eyes. Kei leaned forward next to you and tapped his glass against Kenma’s console.

“To (y/n)” he echoed. You and Kuroo joined then, both still laughing. Everyone was silent after that, the three of you drinking comfortably while Kenma tapped away all the while Kei’s hand was wrapped firmly around your waist. You took a deep breath, trying to take in everything that had happened tonight, smiling constantly at how happy you felt. Just then, Kei broke the silence.

“We had sex in the museum tonight yano.” It was muffled by his glass meeting his lips, but you knew everyone had heard it. Suddenly you were redder than you’d been all evening.

“Oh my god,” Kuroo said, looking at you, face once again painted with disbelief.

“Oh my god” Kenma seconded, putting his Switch down for the second time tonight. You looked to Kei who continued to sip his drink, an evil grin under his glass.

“Is that why you look like you’ve been dragged through a bush?” Kuroo asked. You let out an outraged breathy laugh, while Kei let out a genuine one. Your head snapped back to him.

“Are you pleased with yourself Tsukishima?” It felt weird calling Kei by his last name. The last time you’d done it, it had been so hate-filled. But this time it was playful, and completely oozing with admiration.

“Very pleased.” Kei quipped, his grip tightening around your waist as he did.

You spent the next hour trying to dissuade Kuroo and Kenma away from the gory details of your evening. However, of course, you miserably failed, ending up recounting the whole tail to them. After a while of talking and drinking and laughing the two rose to leave.

“Sorry for surprising you like we did,” Kuroo said sheepishly near the door, Kema had already made his way downstairs. You patted his arm and shook your head.

“It’s ok, I’m sorry for making you think I was dead” you smiled.

“Even?” he asked, pulling you into a hug.

“Definitely.”

“Breakfast tomorrow? I want both of you there,” he said, letting you go. You looked to Kei before nodding, he followed suit. Kuroo looked between the two of you and laughed, making his way out the door. “Yano, I don’t think there are two other people on the earth who could have dragged that out as long as you guys did.” He smiled at you both before descending down the stairs.

“Stubborn assholes!” He called back. You looked to Kei and smiled, well, he wasn’t wrong, was he?

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I hope it's not too late to ask this but could you possibly write something for TsukkiYama using 15 (Is that - blood?) or 21 (Jealousy isn’t cute on you) from the angsty/suggestive sentence starters?? I couldn't choose between the two so writers choice!! (: Also, thank you so much for taking the time to write all of these prompts for your followers; you're awesome and a great writer

Ah, no, no, thank you! You’re so sweet! I chose to use 15 for this, hope you like this little pre-relationship first year babies angst.

Tsukkiyama - “Is that - blood?” (based off this prompt list)

Yamaguchi was late for their usual Friday night movie. Tsukishima texted once to remind him after he disappeared after practice, then again when he was five minutes late. Two hours later Yamaguchi had a slew of messages from him ranging from annoyance to resignation to worry.

When it started to get dark, Tsukishima gave up on the plan of watching the movie they had picked out together, and set out to find Yamaguchi. He had a lecture already planned about answering text messages back in a timely fashion, and that if Yamaguchi was going to have a cell phone he might as well use it. Tsukishima was fairly certain he knew where Yamaguchi was, too. And what he was doing. Both of which were no excuse to leave Tsukishima waiting at home, wondering when he was going to show up.

He found Yamaguchi right where he thought he would: behind the Shimada Mart, a pool of light from the parking lot lamps betraying his location. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and walked across the asphalt, already rehearsing his spiel about common courtesy and the importance of letting people know when plans were changed.

The words died on his lips when he reached Yamaguchi. He held a volleyball in one hand, the other hovering below it as he breathed deeply through his nose. A portion of the ball was smeared with red, and his empty hand  matched the color perfectly.

“Is that - blood?” Tsukishima asked, forgoing a greeting in concern.

Yamaguchi jumped and turned around, finally noticing that he was not alone in the parking lot. His eyes widened in surprise, and the ball dropped from his hand to bounce once on the ground and roll away.

“What?” he said first, then quickly moved both hands behind his back, away from Tsukishima’s view. “No.”

Tsukishima sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. If Yamaguchi had been thinking maybe he would have known that denying it while simultaneously hiding his hands was proof enough that Tsukishima was right.

“Then why did you just put your hands behind your back?” Tsukshima intoned, voice flat. “Let me see them.”

Shaking his head, Yamaguchi took a small step back, the reach of the streetlight hitting its limit and masking half of his face in shadow.

“They’re fine, it’s nothing.”

Tsukishima felt a wave of deja vu. How many times had Yamaguchi denied his hurts to Tsukshima, and to everyone else? It wasn’t only aggravating, it was insulting. Out of all the people Yamaguchi knew, he should at least feel comfortable telling Tsukishima how he felt. That he didn’t was a source of pain in Tsukishima’s own chest.

He reached out with both hands and grabbed at Yamaguchi’s arms, trying to gently pull them away from his back.

“Tsukki, stop,” Yamaguchi whined, a hint of panic trembling in his voice.

Ignoring the protests, Tsukishima finally succeeded in getting Yamaguchi’s arms out in front of him again, and was faced with a clear view of his hands.

His left hand looked normal, but his right, the one he used to serve with, was a mess. Dried blood coated open blisters, some still oozing a thin translucent fluid. New blood shone wet and glimmering in the light, beading up on his palm.

“Yamaguchi…” Tsukishima took hold of Yamaguchi’s right wrist and held his hand in place, palm up. He could feel the slight tremble of it as he held on, and the heat of the wounds racing through his skin.

“What did you do? How long have you been practicing today?”

Yamaguchi didn’t make eye contact with him. He looked away, down at the ground, over at the forgotten ball. Anywhere but at Tsukishima.

“Just a few hours,” he mumbled.

Tsukishima frowned and tightened his grip on Yamaguchi’s wrist; not enough to hurt, but enough to keep him from wriggling it away. He didn’t want it to disappear inside one of Yamaguchi’s pockets, or back behind him again. If it was out of sight Yamaguchi could deny the pain, make some excuse how it was not a big deal.

“This didn’t happen in a few hours,” Tsukishima said firmly. The blisters must have formed days ago, and been built upon by more, not getting any time to heal. “Have you taken a break at all this week?”

Again Yamaguchi avoided Tsukishima’s eyes. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, talking into the collar of his shirt.

“Not really.”

“What are you thinking?” Tsukishima asked, lifting Yamaguchi’s hand up so it was in clear view of his eyes. If he looked at it he had to acknowledge it. Tsukishima was not going to let this slide; this was too far. Seeing his best friend injured, and by his own doing, was not a sight he ever wanted to see again.    

“It’s just a game, it’s not worth this.”

Tsukishima watched as Yamaguchi finally looked up at him, his bottom lip quivering and his eyes swimming in unshed tears.

“I’m the only first year who’s not a starter. I barely get to play…”

And there it was. The root of the problem, the cloud that hung over Yamaguchi’s head that Tsukishima knew was there, but never understood just how dark it could be. It wasn’t something he could understand fully; he had been put on the starting line up right away, as had the other two first years. Yamaguchi must have felt left out, and with good reason. There was nothing Tsukishima could do about that, though. For the first time in their friendship there was nothing he could do it help Yamaguchi.

“And this is going to help that?” Tsukishima look go of Yamaguchi’s wrist, and it fell to his side limply. He put his hand instead on the other boys shoulder, a rare moment of contact that felt not only appropriate but right. When he spoke next his voice was softer, having lost the edge of frustration and been replaced with affection.

“We have three years here, Yamaguchi. You’re not helping yourself right now. All your doing is ruining your hands.”

“But what if I don’t get better? What if I can’t keep up with you?” Yamaguchi seemed to slump under the weight of Tsukishima’s hand on his shoulder, all the fight draining out of him.      

“I want to play, too,” he said softly.

Pursing his lips, Tsukishima considered what to say. He didn’t feel the same drive as Yamaguchi, and whatever words he thought he had were lost when he saw tears finally well and escape down Yamaguchi’s cheeks. There had to be something true he could say, something he knew so certainly that it could reach Yamaguchi even in the depths of his fear.

“Then keep practicing. But not like this,” Tsukishima said, and removed his hand from Yamaguchi’s shoulder to  again take hold of his wrist, gently this time. “You’ll have plenty of chances to play, so stop doing whatever this is.”

By some miracle he must have said the right thing. Tsukishima breathed a sigh of relief as Yamaguchi did is best to smile.

“Really?” He sniffled and wiped the tears off his cheeks with his sleeve.

Tsukishima nodded, his eyes on the wet trails where Yamaguchi had attempted to dry his face. Still holding onto Yamaguchi’s wrist, he began to walk towards the exit of the parking lot, leading the other boy along with him.

“Now come on, we have to take care of your hands. I have some hydrogen peroxide and bandages at home. It’s going to hurt though, but that’s your own fault.”          

He looked back at Yamaguchi, who was now smiling in earnest, for what reason Tsukishima could not place.

“Okay, Tsukki,” he said, and sped up his pace so they could walk back side by side.