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always with me ♡

➤ pairing : kuroo tetsurou x kenma kozume

➤ warnings : drinking (legal), minor occupation spoilers from time skip

➤ tags: canon compliant, post graduation & time skip, lil angsty

➤ summary : “I promise.” Kuroo reassures the crying boy after his graduation. Being one year apart was always filled with uncertainty and good byes for the two childhood friends though the age gap has never successfully driven them apart until now. Despite making a mutual promise to never leave, is that really what’s best for them?

➤ chapter word count : 6322

♡ masterpost ♡

“With that being said, congratulations to the class of 2013 for graduating.” The lengthy speech given by the principal marks the end of the Nekoma third year students’ high school career.

Kenma Kozume, a second year who was watching the ceremony suddenly felt wetness on top of his hands that he had rested on his lap. He tilts his head up to see if there was a leak from the gymnasium’s ceiling but instead felt the droplets run from each side of his cheeks and down the sides of his neck.

“Dramatic much?” Kenma brings his head back down to face a certain black haired third year holding a scroll. He wipes his tears hastily before scowling a muffled “shut up” to the older boy.

The two walks home in similar manners like before. Just like how they used to come home for the last ten years of their lives. Walking in a slow pace with their shoes grazing against the concrete road but this time instead of Kuroo’s comments and Kenma’s low effort replies, it’s being filled with silence and occasional sniffles. Kuroo isn’t the type of guy to get awkward at the sight of silence, especially not with his best friend, but at this time, he didn’t know what to say. And when the two get closer and closer to their shared neighbourhood and Kenma’s footsteps abruptly stops while his sniffles get louder, Kuroo truly feels cornered.

Kenma, to begin with, never really showed his emotions on his sleeve so when he shows this side to the world once in a millennium, even a childhood friend can feel clueless. Does he make witty comments? Will that make it better or worse? Does he hug him? Knowing Kenma, he would probably beat the shit out of Kuroo.

But as the former volleyball captain watchs the setter burst into genuine tears, his body instinctively drops his belongings on the ground and rushes to engulf the smaller boy’s body. Realising that Kenma isn’t being the normal Kenma, he lets go of his worries of getting jabbed in the stomach by him.

“W-why are you hugging me.” He says sloppily, tears staining the taller’s shirt. “My body moved on it’s own.” Kuroo replies truthfully, letting Kenma bury his face into his chest.

He pats the setter’s back soothingly and allows him to stay in this position for as long as he wants. Kuroo allows himself to take the opportunity to twirl the bleached blonde hair with his fingers, something he always wanted to do ever since Kenma dyed his hair a year ago. It was unexpectedly soft for someone who has little to no cares about his appearance. As Kuroo expects, he says nothing but continues to weep into Kuroo’s shirt. A smile creeps up his face as he enjoys this rare side of his childhood best friend.

He sighs as he rests his chin on top of the younger’s head. “You know I won’t be moving out right? I’ll still hang out with you every weekend.” He chuckles. The setter pulls his head away from his chest for the first time to meet the older’s eyes with his teary ones. “Really? You promise?” His voice shaky and hoarse. The hopeful tone in his voice makes Kuroo sigh happily. “I promise.” He replies.

“C’mon! Lets get home.” He ends, patting the boy’s head before sliding down to grab his wrist. “Don’t touch my head.” Kenma mumbles bitterly as he reverts to his normal self, drying his face with his free arm. The scent of his best friend still lingering even when he had pulled away moments ago.

“Well, see you later.” Kuroo smiles at his sniffling friend as they arrive at the younger’s house. “See you.” He mumbles back before rushing into his own home.

Contrary to Kenma’s thoughts, he did see Kuroo again. They hung out nearly every other day for the entirety of the break they had before school started for the two of them. They spent most of the time in one of their homes and bedrooms playing video games but the two were more than acquainted with this routine. Afterall, befriending Kenma comes with a set of rules that involves the outdoors.

Kuroo turns around to laugh at his friend once again. “Were you always like this when I graduated ahead?” He grins as the wind from the coming train breezes through his hair as he stands in front of an unfamiliar platform. He expected a bitter comment from Kenma but instead watches him bury half his face into the scarf wrapped around his neck.

“You should go, don’t want you to be late on your first day of your third year right?” Kuroo smirks, patting the silent boy on the shoulder. The train on Kuro’s platform rushes through in front of the two before coming to a stop. The gates open and he immediately marchs in but gets unexpectedly restrained from the setter’s grasp. The younger boy had his head lowered, only showing his black roots to Kuro, his pale fist balled up with the corner of Kuroo’s jacket.

“See you this Saturday.” He announces to which the setter raises his head in surprise at the sudden promise made. His hand lets go of the university student’s jacket and allows him to board the train before walking alone to the platform he usually walked side by side with the older boy.

Months passed by quicker than the two had anticipated. And just as the two promised each other, both Kuroo and Kenma still hang out with each other routinely every weekend. Kuroo certainly doesn't mind hanging out with Kenma every weekend. While university is fun and new, having to go through the wildness and chaos for five days a week is more than enough for him. And he thought his volleyball club back in high school was chaotic.

The black haired boy was walking through the shopping district when he feels a buzz in his pocket.

Kenma: Are you not coming?

He chuckles lightly to himself at his friend’s text.

Kuroo: I am.

Kuroo: Just had to grab a few things for my old man.

Kuroo: be there in twenty

He slides his phone back in his pocket after he sees a content “ok” hand emoji sent by Kenma. He hoists the bags up in his arms, bracing them for a run back home before he sees a familiar mohawk and a tall russian boy.

“Yamamoto! Lev!” He calls out from across the street with a big grin on his face. He planned to be one of those alumni who stop by the school one too many times and observe the club to see how they were doing but university life was far more hectic than he predicted.

“Kuroo-san!” The two yell out in unison, scrambling across the road to greet their former captain. Kuroo takes a second to scan the current captain and future ace with a proud smile on his face. “Are you going to Kenma’s?” Yamamoto grins cheekily.

“How’d you know?” Kuroo asks back in curiosity.

“Man, how could we not know? All he does is talk about you! Kuro this, Kuro that. Man, you keep haunting us even after graduation huh?” Yamamoto grins cheekily at the Nekoma alumni, swinging his own shopping bag on top of his shoulder.

Kuroo smiles warmly. He was never the type to be a self-absorbed captain like Bokuto or Seijoh’s Oikawa but he did find it nice that he and his hard work isn’t forgotten by the younger generation.

“But Kuroo-san! You’d never believe what happened to Kenma-san th-” Lev enthusiastically shoves Yamamoto to the side , overbearing with excitement before Yamamoto shoves him back to his place with a scowl on his face. “Idiot, he's probably the first one to know about this.” scoffs while Kuroo looks completely lost.

“What happened with Kenma?” He raises his brow at the two squabbling high schoolers.

“Kuro!”

Flustered with the sudden yell, Kuroo throws the manga he was holding in his hand up in the air. “Y-Yes?” He croaks out, grasping his fastly beating chest on the floor beside the bed. Kenma retreats from peeking from the edge to settling back to the corner of his bed before replying, “You’ve stayed at that page for five minutes straight now. Did you forget how to read?” He says in a monotone voice, his eyes already immersed back into the video game he had on the game console. Kuroo fumbles with his word to reply back with a wittily but ultimately had nothing to say. Knowing Kenma for most of his life, he knew he had already catched on.

“What’s wrong, Kuro.” The anticipated question finally came. Kuroo turns to meet the boy’s eyes but unable to as the other’s is being glued onto the screen of his phone. He crawls up on the bed to lie in front of Kenma casually and takes a long big sigh before speaking. “So, Um, what’s up with school? Is third year rough without me tutoring you every lunch period?” Kuroo’s mouth was dry but still persevered. “Nothing special, classes are fine, I eat lunch with Tora and Fukunaga now and the new first years are okay I guess.” He lists down, still occupied with the game he fiddles with his fingers.

Kuroo looks at his friend’s face in anticipation, watching his lips for any slight movement but Kenma’s mouth didn’t part.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Kuroo lies down on his back to see Kenma’s plain white ceiling. From first glance, it seemed ordinary and pristine but the longer one would look at it, anyone could see tiny black cracks that have formed in the corners of the white space from being lived in for too long.

Though it should be fine for now.

“Kuro, you’re acting weird. Just spill it out.” Kenma says out of frustration, even turning his phone off in the process. His cat-like eyes were now onto Kuroo’s ones which are now averting his gaze, choosing the ceiling instead.

Kuroo debates with his thoughts silently as he eyes the cracks on the ceiling but gives in to his curiosity. “So, who’s Kyoka-chan?” He tries to pass it off as calm and cool, adding a small series of snickers at the end of his question.

Kenma groans and buries his face in his hands at the presence of the girl’s name who is unfamiliar to Kuroo’s ears. “Izumi Kyoka, a girl from Tora’s class, She- Wait, how do you know about her anyways?” His speech got increasingly faster as each word left his mouth. Kuroo can tell he was trying to keep his cool but his bewildered eyes says otherwise.

“Yamamoto and Lev. I er..bumped into them before I went here.” Kuroo replies truthfully, getting another groan from the blonde setter who is in agony. “So, she confessed to you?” He finishes Kenma’s words for him, seeing as though Kenma would probably never complete them as he is busy with coming up with a plan when he meets his two teammates on Monday.

“Yeah. Said she started liking me because I returned her lost textbook once or something...I don’t really remember doing it though.” He explains in a low voice. Kuroo sits up straight as he sighs lightly, “So what did you say? When are you going on a date?” He playfully pats Kenma on the shoulder, rocking him side by side lightly.

“She asked to go on a date today but I obviously turned her down.”

“T-Today? What- why? Why did you turn her down?” Kuroo leans in eagerly, his eyes wide. He had never once received a love confession in high school so he was absolutely ecstatic at the news though an itchy feeling in his chest started to appear.

“Cuz I don’t want to go?” Kuroo looks at Kenma, astonished. He knew Kenma never was the type to be interested in relationships as he always dipped out of conversations when the topic of girlfriends and crushes came up when the volleyball team was rambling on random things during practice and late night talks in camps but Kuroo just figured he was shy about it and didn’t want to push him. It also occurs to Kuroo that Kenma never had a crush that Kuroo was aware of for all the years he had known him.

“And I had plans with you so…” He continues, mumbling as he continues his game.

“What?! I should be the least of your problems! We meet up every week anyway!” The older immediately yells, baffled at his friend’s priorities. “Yeah, and so? I’d rather hang out with you.” Kenma fires back, his eyebrows raised as he huffs at Kuroo.

Kuroo gulps back the lump in his throat, grabbing one of the pillows on the bed, “But it’s a girl.” He continues with a low voice, taken aback at how much he was fired up from Kenma’s words. “And?” Kenma puts an end to the conversation as he rolled his eyes, huffing back to lean against the wall to continue gaming.

The day progresses without any visible tension as the two continue reading and gaming on their own. The room only fills with occasional small talk and absent minded humming, just like every other week but as the sky slowly turns dark and Kenma sets Kuroo off back home.

One thought floods Kuroo’s mind. There was no doubt that he was holding Kenma back and he had to do something.

Before it’s too late.

Seven days goes by in a blink and Kuroo waits for Kenma’s weekly text asking if they were going to hang out with a thumping heart as he spins in his chair in his bedroom. He chews on his bottom lips as he watches his phone screen he sets on his desk impatiently. He knows what he was doing is bad but it’s for a good cause. It’s for Kenma’s sake.

The university student almost falls over his chair as he rushes to grab his phone from the table as it lights up with a single notification on the screen. Kuroo’s eyes scan the limited words on the screen before typing the planned answer he had in his mind.

Kenma: You coming?

Kuroo bites his lip harshly as his thumb hovers above the send button on the right side of the blinding screen. He takes a double take and removes his thumb from the screen momentarily but remembers the words he said to him exactly seven days ago and forces himself to press the button.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He chants out harshly as the message sends. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or nervous as he saw that his message was officially sent and is on display on Kenma's screen.

Kuroo: Sorry I gotta pass. My mom asked me to run some errands for the whole day :(

Kenma: Okay

Kenma: See you next week then

Kuroo sinks into his chair once again after shutting his phone off. An ounce of regret settling into his heart though he knew it was for the best.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Kuroo dashes through the bustling street, chanting the same word over and over again as beads of sweat trickle down his face. His slick skin mirrors the various colors of neon lights displayed in front of the street of bars and restaurants. Kuroo stops sharply as his eye catches the sight of the familiar bar. He momentarily fixes his hair and brushes down his shirt before walking in the building, trying to calm his breathing down. He smiles at the host up front, signaling that he knows where to go and searches for room number 5.

After crossing the hallway for less than a minute, Kuroo initially planned to check his phone to confirm the room number but goes ahead and opens the door as he hears a series of familiar laughter and screams.

“Kuroo-san!” The room immediately chanted as he showed himself to the people in the room. A vivid yet slurred “You’re late!” fills his ears, causing the room to erupt into laughter once again. Kuroo rubs the back of his neck and apologizes sheepishly to the room of half drunk young adults. He turns his back to close the door to the private room Kai had booked beforehand and allows himself to switch modes to his fun and upbeat one, far different from the one he had moments ago while typing away on his computer.

seven years have passed since his high school graduation and the Nekoma volleyball team from when Kuroo used to be the captain of, decided to hold a spontaneous reunion. Kuroo kept in touch with most of his high school friends but being a young adult in an intense industry limits the free time he owns.

“Mr.Volleyball Association finally decided to show up huh? But I’m still surprised you didn’t go pro though.” A blonde haired libero grinned, wiping his mouth with his sleeve after taking a swig of his beer. The whole room agrees in unison as Kuroo makes his way through the crowd to sit in one of the remaining free spots which was in between Kai, who organised the whole thing, and Yamamoto. “Yeah, who knew you would be the one to make the national team!” Lev bluntly chuckles out, throwing his head back before earning a fist from the elder.

“Anyways, why were you late Kuroo-san? You were always the first person to arrive for morning practice back then.” Yamamoto’s bright eyes light up the room as he offers a bowl of edamame beans to his former captain. “Work ran late.” He lies casually, taking a string of beans after taking off his blazer and setting it aside. A month ago when the topic of a reunion was brought up in the usually silent 2013 nekoma group chat, Kuroo was excited to see his old teammates but with the adult world taking up all his time, he only remembered that the very same reunion he couldn’t wait to attend was happening twenty minutes ago when he finally took the time to check his phone after a session of overtime.

A waitress shortly approaches him and lets him order his drink of choice. While waiting for his order to arrive, his eyes scan the room to realize that there were two empty chairs “Well at least I’m not the latest one.” Kuroo grins towards Yamamoto as he simultaneously attempts to jog his memory to find the missing people. “Ah! That’s right! I wonder where they are. But I guess you would know where he is.” Yamamoto replies absentmindedly, pulling his phone out of his pocket to text the missing teammates. “Hm?” Kuroo’s eyebrow rises at the younger’s statement. What was he talking about? Kuroo only really talks to the other guys in his year, Lev and Yamamoto so he really wouldn’t know anything about the others. Who was he talking about?

“Oh! There they are!” The sound of the door sliding open accompanies Yamamoto’s exclamation. Everyone’s eyes including Kuroo’s turn towards the open door in anticipation for the late comers. Kuroo’s eyes light up at the sight of Fukunaga, remembering his junior but his expression quickly contorts to surprise as he caught a glimpse of the shorter man hiding behind the taller of the two.

Everyone stands to cheer at the last two to arrive, “Fukunaga! Kenma!” The room breaks into a chaotic series of chants as Kuroo feels himself sink into his seat deeper involuntarily in silence. The taller wing spiker enters the room first, making his way to a free seat beside Inuoka and Lev, revealing the setter whose face is covered by his own hair. No matter how much Kuroo wants to avoid eye contact, his eyes stay peeled at his old best friend still standing outside the room. He still stands in the awful posture Kuroo tried his best in fixing for the whole entirety of his high school career but his hair is much different now. It’s longer than the chin length he used to keep during his teens to the point where it nearly reaches his droopy shoulders. His hair is nearly all black and only the tips of his hair remain blonde from when he bleached his hair in his first year of high school. And unlike the majority of the room who were dressed in business attire from their nine to five jobs, the setter dressed in an oversized black hoodie and casual dark jeans with rips on both knees.

Kenma makes his way to his seat in between Inuoka and Shibayama, the seat right across Kuroo. He sits down comfortably in between his juniors, tucking his hair behind his left ear. A chill goes down Kuroo’s spine as the setter shoots a second of swift and sharp eye contact with him. Not giving the older time to react, he turns to both sides of his seat to greet his juniors, smiling brightly. Dumbfounded and overwhelmed, he feels relieved when the waitress comes over with his drink so he can at least pretend to be casual and busy himself as his chest tightens up.

He bites his lip as he realizes that he is the world’s biggest idiot and asshole. Seven years passed by and he had not spoken a single word to Kenma. Sure, Kenma could’ve taken the initiative if he was mad at Kuroo but he definitely should have at least popped in for a quick chat every once in a while. It was his idea to distance from Kenma but he didn’t mean to forget about him completely.

But was he upset? Is Kenma the type to get upset over these things? Kuroo’s eyes travel back up slowly towards Kenma’s direction and jump in his seat discretely as his eyes immediately meet the cold gaze of Kenma’s golden eyes. His half lidded cat eyes never felt so cold. Of course he was mad. Who was Kuroo kidding? He even made a promise to not leave him even though he graduated ahead and what did he do? He did the complete opposite of the promise.

“So Kenma-san! How are you doing? Are you eating well? I saw that your stream went until four in the morning! Must be nice to be self employed huh? Do you cook for yourself?” Lev bombards the setter with questions. Kuroo swears he could see a wagging tail and a matching pair of dog ears on the russian’s head. The room joins in with the middle blocker as the subject of the conversation curls in his seat. Kuroo chuckles at himself for a bit. He thought Kenma had gotten friendlier and closer to his teammates but this just shows how much he hasn't changed in a whole seven years. He was still the same old Kenma.

“Ah! I doubt Kenma-san would cook for himself so Kuroo-san would probably be the one to do it for him.” Lev proceeds to shift the conversation topic to the lone man sitting on the complete opposite side of the setter. Kuroo’s mouth felt dry as he attempted to find things to talk about. What were they talking about? He knows how much Kenma doesn’t take care of himself but he’s an adult now. To what extent does his laziness reach? And four AM? What job has those ridiculous hours? Is he really self employed? Kuroo feels shame pricking on his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he didn’t know a single thing about Kenma at this point.

Everyone’s eyes were on Kuroo. He swallows a lump in his throat as his eyebrow crooks up and down, attempting his best to answer the simple question. The answer is no. A simple two lettered word that’s supposed to roll off his tongue easily but the word struggles to come out. He sees Kenma’s expression, a smirk and an eyebrow raised, enjoying the tortured expression on Kuroo’s face.

“I um, I-” He chokes out before getting interrupted.

“He does sometimes. He makes pretty good beef stew.” A voice unexpectedly says, making all the heads in the room whip back towards Kenma. Kuroo stares at the setter wide eyed but he didn’t look back, looking casually as he smoothly changes the topic of the conversation to Fukunaga’s upcoming comedy show.

Kuroo had to take a double take for a second. It was a lie. He didn’t see Kenma for almost a decade but why did he lie for him like that? What benefit would that bring him? There are so many questions in Kuroo’s head and he feels like he could give up anything to lay down for a while to subdue his headache but alas, he was stuck in a high school reunion filled with overly loud and drunk young adults.

The night progresses like most of their old practice time. Lev and Yaku arguing, Yamamoto, Inuoka and Shibayama talking about girls and Fukunaga reciting some of his jokes. It was chaotic and loud to say the least. Kuroo attempts to push his anxiety away and talk to his old vice captain. He is thankful he was beside Kai, the most sane person even when drunk as he couldn’t possibly imagine if he had to keep up a conversation with Yamamoto or Yaku with the big headache he is having. At some point, with three mugs of beer down, Kuroo actually starts to enjoy himself.

But of course, this momentary bliss of catching up with his old friends does not last long.

Amidst the ruckus, a conversation from across the room sticks out louder than others. “C’mon Kenma-san~” The young silver haired model whines, dragging out the “san” as he had both of his oversized hands on Kenma’s small shoulders. “No, ugh, get off me, Lev.” Kenma huffs, trying to push Lev’s hands away with his elbows. “Pleaase! You’re so pretty, I’m sure they’ll let you in!” Lev continues, wrapping his long arms around Kenma’s neck, bringing their cheeks together to Kenma’s misfortune. Kuroo turns towards Yamamoto, who is currently laughing at the ordeal. “Lev is trying to get Kenma to model in a project he’s in.” Yamamoto explains in between laughs, clearly enjoying the scene. Kuroo joins with Yamamoto, he couldn’t deny it, seeing Kenma on a billboard in the middle of Shibuya will definitely give the whole Nekoma team material to laugh at. He would be the last person to be seen there.

“Ugh! Shut up already!” Kenma’s usually small voice booms as he slams his hands on the table, causing half empty glass mugs to clink with one another. The whole room turns silent, watching the ticked off setter stomp out of the room. “W-Where are you going? Lev! Cut it out!” Yaku speaks out in the middle of the stillness. “To smoke.” He replies casually before sliding the door closed harshly with a swift motion of his wrist.

As soon as Kenma leaves, all eyes turn towards Lev, who receives a stinging slap on his back from the senior libero. “Fine! Fine! I’ll find him.” Lev huffs like a child in the middle of a tantrum. “No, you’ll make things worse like you always do.” Yaku barked at the younger, “Kuroo, go. You always know what he’s thinking and what to say.” The blonde continues in a calmer tone, turning his head to Kuroo, who was as stunned as the rest of the group. He wanted to refuse, approaching someone you’ve never talked to in seven years who’s so clearly angry at him when he’s having a drunken fit? He’ll get a much more violent slap than what Lev received from Yaku, and he is certain that it won’t be on the back but alas, nothing goes his way. Before he could even get a say in it, Yamamoto was already pushing him up from his seat.

The anxiousness from earlier in the night begins to return to Kuroo’s body. He forces his legs with all his might to get up and walk out to find his “best friend”. He exits the bar and checks one of the alleys, bracing himself for a slap or two on the face once he does find Kenma. The left alley is filled with unidentified smokers, Kuroo doubts that Kenma would be around there so he walks over to the other one.

He pops his head hesitantly into the right alley to get a scene of the man he was looking for, alone with his phone in his hands leaning against the building beside the bar. Kuroo takes a deep breath before entering the dark cramped space, walking over to lean against the wall right in front of the younger.

“Not smoking?” Kuroo starts, getting rid of the awkward silence as Kenma didn’t bother to raise his head at the arrival of his old childhood friend. “I don’t do all that. I just said that to get away.” He says with his signature small voice, letting a second of silence pass by before replying.

“Why? Do you?”

“Huh? M-Me? No way.” Kuroo replies a second too fast, as if he was a teenager getting caught smoking in the boy’s bathroom by a teacher. “Guess we don’t know anything about each other, huh?” He continues to sound casual, following his words with a stiff series of chuckles.

You always know what he’s thinking and what to say? Yeah right. Kuroo didn’t even know if he graduated high school or actually dropped out halfway through third year to become a full time gamer like he always whined about when Kuroo tutored him for upcoming tests.

Kenma raises his face from his phone, staring at the taller man in a dress shirt with a deadpan expression, “And who’s fault do you think that is?” He spits out, his voice louder than before. A cold gush of the Tokyo air accompanies the setter’s words.

Kuroo bites his tongue as his head droops down to face his shoes. He’s right, he is an asshole. He’d want to slap himself too if he were in Kenma’s shoes. He digs his shoes deeper into the concrete, his whole body feels like it’s on fire but simultaneously felt so cold. “I’m sorry.” Kuroo whispers out the only two words he can say.

“You’re sorry?” Kenma scoffs, anger evident in his voice. “You think a mere sorry can make up for the whole seven years you left me all alone? Glad to know your idiot brain never changed over all these years cause that’s pretty much the only thing I know about you now.” His voice keeps rising as each word leaves his lips. “No calls, no texts, no nothing!” He was practically yelling at this point. Kuroo was for once grateful that Friday nights were always loud so no one would hear the setter’s yells.

“And what about you, huh? You didn’t try either. It’s always me, me, me, doing things in this friendship!” Kuroo barks back through gritted teeth, finally changing his view from the ground to the angered man. “And I did it for your sake! But of course, you’re too selfish to realize that!” He scoffs.

“Excuse me? For my sake?” His voice starts out low. Despite it being so loud outside, his voice is clearer than ever in Kuroo’s half drunken ears. Even with the limited light outside, Kuroo can see how the setter’s eyes are wide open, bewildered at the older’s words. “Don’t act like you know me because you don't.” He staggers closer to Kuroo, footsteps heavy. “You know nothing.” He yells just inches away from Kuroo’s face, jabbing his finger into the stunned man’s chest.

The two stay inches away for a minute, both panting after screaming their lungs out. “Stay away from me.” The long haired man whispers, his voice threatening to break. He pulls back and takes a sharp turn, fumbling with his phone as he makes his way out of the alley. “W-Where are you going?” Kuroo croaks out, trying his best to stay angry though the sight of the skinny man stumbling with his steps out got the better of him. “Home, you dipshit!” Kenma yells out once again.

Kuroo watches as the setter almost makes his way out but catches him trip on his own foot. He rushes with all his might, propping his hand behind the man’s back. Kuroo, being so immersed in his feelings, didn’t realize how drunk Kenma was looking. Even under the darkness over the midnight sky, he can still see that his face is flushed red and his eyes are barely open.

“Get off me.” He mutters angrily, though his tone is nowhere as threatening as before.

Kuroo hesitates before sighing at the man who was still limp in his arms. “I’ll get you home.” He says calmly, expecting Kenma to retaliate and slap his face but he unexpectedly stays quiet almost as if he admits defeat.

After awkwardly shooting a text to Kai explaining half of the situation and asking him for a favor to secretly bring his bag out, the two childhood friends manage to get into a taxi. “Where to, sir?” The driver upfront starts right as Kuroo closes the door behind him after hauling a half conscious Kenma in the back seat. “Ah, um.” Kuroo replies, trying to remember the address to Kenma’s old house. “I moved out. My address is in my notes.” He grumbles out with a small voice despite being asked, waving his phone in Kuroo’s face.

“But what’s your pas-” He asks in a panic, worrying that Kenma would fall asleep though his sentences were cut short, just realizing how his fingers have subconsciously tapped in the correct password to his phone. He scoffs to himself as he goes through the notes app in Kenma’s phone, amused at the fact that he had yet to change his password code since he got his very first smartphone back in high school.

The two embark on the journey after Kuroo manages to find the address and recite it to the driver upfront. He didn’t know where it was as he has never been there or even which apartment number Kenma stays at since it isn’t listed in the note. The uncertainty brought dampness to his palms.

His eyes wander to the younger man knocked out beside him. His head is tilted to rest on the opposing door to Kuroo. As bright street light passes by, illuminating the contents of the silent taxi momentarily, Kuroo can see Kenma’s face properly for the first time tonight and Lev was right.

He did look pretty.

From a quick glance, one would think not much changed with him but once you get past the distracting locks of hair, his features did change. His jawline is much more defined after going through puberty. His lips look plumper than before and his eyelashes appear longer, not that Kuroo ever really paid attention to him in the past but he was certain that if they were that long back then, he would have noticed. Even sleeping, he has Kuroo’s eyes peeled on him. Kuroo’s only half sober mind debates on waking Kenma up so he could see his cat like eyes properly but decides to want to live another day.

The car ride takes longer than Kuroo had anticipated. Nearly dozing off a few times but managing to stay awake, the car slowly comes to stop nearly an hour after. Kuroo gulps a lump in his throat when he looks out the window. “We’re in the right place, r-right?” He timidly questions the driver upfront. The car is parked in what seems like the middle of the woods, in front of a dark traditional japanese estate.

Kuroo manages to pay the fare and sling Kenma’s arm around his neck. He drags both his and Kenma’s body in front of the front door. The elder holds his breath before fishing through the unconscious’ pockets for the key to, hopefully, this house, seeming how he appears to not bring anything aside from himself and his phone.

He lets out a sigh of relief as the key he found in Kenma’s back pocket fits perfectly with the front door, letting him in. He shakes his own shoes off and carefully removes Kenma’s ones. “My room’s down the hall.” He mutters as he feels Kuroo’s head turn around in all directions to attempt finding the bedroom. The middle blocker’s cheeks heats up slightly while dragging Kenma into his bedroom.

So he was awake when I literally felt up his body for the keys?

Kuroo’s ears were still red when he plops Kenma’s half awake body in the middle of his king sized bed. He watches for a while how the man wiggles in the comfort of his own bed and buries his face into his duvet.

“I um, I’ll go now.” Kuroo states, not expecting an answer. He turns on his heel to head out the door but unexpectedly gets slammed by a pillow on the head before doing so. Confused, he turns around while rubbing his head to see a sight of the long haired man sitting cross legged on the bed with his head tilted down.

“Don’t leave.” he croaks out silently.

Kuroo rushes over to the man in the black hoodie as he sees something glimmering fall down from his head to his hands. He naturally cradles Kenma’s head into his own neck. It’s his first time seeing him cry in seven years. “Are you still drunk?” He asks slowly, with amusement in his voice though he didn’t get an answer. Instead, muffled sniffles fill the room.

“Don’t leave me.” Kenma says a little louder this time. The vibrations made against Kuroo’s neck made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “I won’t.” He replies, his breath staggering.

“You’re always with me.”

A/N: I’d like to thank the Kenma episode of Haikyuu season four for giving me enough serotonin to finish this fic despite my HEAVILY PACKED schedule as a high school senior <3 means a lot.

Anyways, thank you for reading my first kuroken fic! I was too accustomed to writing Tsukkiyama dynamics so I had a hard time writing this. This is also my first time ever in my life not writing in past tense so please forgive me if I made any mistakes lmao. Bilingual culture gets to me sometimes :’) I also proof read this in the middle of class so ignore any errors!

Thank you again and see you in my next fic (which is most likely tsukkiyama again cuz this shit is too hard)!

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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Kuroken ff update for the gays

Watching the newest haikyuu ep gave me the biggest serotonin boost which gave me the power to spend THE WHOLE DAY writing my (failed) kuroken fic.

So..it’ll be out tomorrow or in a few days luv x

prepare for a lil sprinkle of angst (?)

#kuroken #haikyuu #haikyu #kenma kozume #kuroo tetsurou

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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Hii what are your otps and which ship did u attempt to write about (abt your failed ff post)

i’m a sucker for the childhood friend trope so tsukkiyama & kuroken 🥺 i lov fluff so

and the one i wrote about was about kuroken & bokuaka :( bokuaka one was supposed to have a fantasy twist & be angsty but that was too hard so I moved on to kuroken & tried to made it angsty too but it’s literally sooo bad omfg 😭 im trying my best to complete it though cause i’m over halfway the fic and i don’t want it to go to waste 😤

im def jumping back into tsukkiyama after this trainwreck

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu fan fiction #haikyuu!!#kuroken

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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Me after trying to write a non-tsukkiyama fanfic and failing twice being 3000 words in deep in each ff 😀💔 pain

Maybe i should stick to tsukkiyama 😔

#tsukkiyama #ff #haikyuu #haikyu

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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two slices of cake ♡ 2/2

➤ pairing : tsukishima kei x yamaguchi tadashi

➤ warnings : suggestive content at the end, underaged drinking (by a year)

➤ tags: unrequited love, fluff, cafe employee yamaguchi, customer tsukishima

➤ summary : cafe part timer Yamaguchi Tadashi thought a love at first sight type scenario only existed in movies until he met a certain blonde customer who routinely buys two slices of strawberry shortcake in a to go box every Friday afternoon. Unable to bear with his massive one sided crush, his roommates got him to do something to start a relationship with the customer. But will his feelings be reciprocated?

➤ chapter word count : 5800

♡ chapter one ♡

♡ masterpost ♡

-ˏˋ chapter two ˊˎ-

“I'm going to do it.”

Hinata and Kageyama exchanged glances in their cramped shared bathroom. “Do what?” Hinata managed to say with a toothbrush in his mouth. The two watched as Yamaguchi nudged Hinata out of the way out of the sink, scooping water out of the running tap and softly splashing his own face.

“I’m going to ask for his number.” He announced, his eyes sparkling on yet another Friday morning. Kageyama yawned at his roommate, “you’ve been saying that for a few weeks now.”

“That’s because every time I think about even saying anything to him, all I remember is his blushing face from that time!” Yamaguchi whined. He was telling the truth, he has tried for three weeks straight now but his mind wanders to past memories every time he sees Tsukishima. But who could blame him? That face was truly a god given expression.

“Just do it and quit yapping about it or I’m locking you out of the apartment.” Kageyama said, shoving him onto the side to lean into the sink and spit his toothpaste out. Yamaguchi looked at his grumpy roommate baffled.

“I’m the one who signed the lease!”

Yamaguchi started his afternoon shift as usual. Clammy hands, racing heartbeat and over excessively checking the compact mirror he had stashed in his pocket. The clock was inching closer and closer to five PM and Yamaguchi’s heart steadily started to beat even faster.

It was finally going to be the day he made some progress with Tsukishima and nothing could stop him.

And just according to schedule, the clock struck five and the line in front of the cash register emptied out, as if it was waiting for Tsukishima. The door swung open shortly but the charming blonde customer he anticipated for wasn’t the one who showed up.

“Hi! Um..Please give me a..uh..” The dark haired customer said out of breath, peering to the glass case frantically. Yamaguchi’s shoulders sagged but his smile stayed plastered on his face, hoping that the slanted eyed customer would finish before Tsukishima came.

“One tiramisu and one strawberry cheesecake to go.” He grinned, though his chest puffed up slightly from time to time and his breath was nowhere near steady. Yamaguchi nodded and proceeded with his order, getting the box from under the counter and sliding over to the cakes. “Must be weird huh? A grown man buying two cakes for himself.” The customer chuckled at himself to which Yamaguchi smiled as a reply, hoping that Tsukishima could come over faster.

“But it’s for Mika-chan, my girlfriend. She suspects that I forgot our one year anniversary, which I did by the way, but look at me being a good boyfriend and buying her cake!” He continued boasting. Yamaguchi ignored him and continued with completing the overbearing customer’s order, taking the box back to the customer and closing up the box. “That’ll be 780 yen, sir.” He announced monotonously, peeking over the customer’s shoulder to see the closed door. “Ah, right right.” The customer hummed as he rummaged through his wallet.

“Women, am I right? I mean why else would someone buy cakes like this. I could easily use this money for ten times the amount of some papico or something.” The customer continued, Yamaguchi cranked an obviously forced smile onto his face as the words of his obnoxious customer slowly started to set in.

“Ah shit, she’s asking me where I am.” He slid the money onto the counter and ran out the door with the box in his arms.

Yamaguchi stood in front of the cash register silently with the customer’s words ringing in his head.

“Women, am I right? I mean why else would someone buy cakes like this.”

“No no no, don’t jump into conclusions.” Yamaguchi muttered under his breath.

Unprepared, the door swung open and perfectly showed the tall blonde customer. “Hey.” he greeted, “I don’t have flower petals on my head this time right?” He chuckled before looking at the display of cakes.

The usual Yamaguchi would choke on his own spit if he saw the sight of Tsukishima laughing but the current Yamaguchi was focused on the lump in his throat and the grey cloud occupying his head.

Tsukishima always bought two slices of cake every week. The customer was right. Why else would he buy two cakes for himself if it weren’t for a girlfriend.

“Um, are you okay?” Tsukishima waved a hand in front of him. Yamaguchi snapped out of his train of thoughts for a second and nodded. “I’ll get the usual.”

He has a girlfriend.

Yamaguchi weakly nodded and continued Tsukishima’s order. Doing the tasks he would feel so much joy in felt painful. Everything felt heavy. His limbs stuck as if they were smothered in super glue and his fingers were shaking.

“The total is 765 yen.” Yamaguchi managed to pack Tsukishima’s order somehow. His eyes were glued to the counter, admitting that it was the first time he willingly missed out on the opportunity to see Tsukishima’s face.

Yamaguchi’s shift ended bitterly under the dark sky.

He knew he only had one choice left to make.

“Kuroo-san?” Yamaguchi approached the yawning baker who was wiping down tables half asleep. “Hm?” The dark haired man replied.

“I have a favour to ask you.”

“Ugh.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes in disgust, “You again?”

“Now, now, that’s not an attitude you present to someone who could easily poison your food, Tsukishima-kun.” The black haired owner hummed. “So what can I get for you? The usual?” He continued with a smile on his face as he already began typing in Tsukishima’s order into the cash register without listening to the blonde’s answer.

Tsukishima let his eyes jump from one object to another, having negative interest in the man working on the cashier. “Am I really more uninteresting than a stack of tissues?” He pouted. “Yes.” Tsukishima replied in a heartbeat.

To Tsukishima’s delight, Kuroo finally moved his big head and started to work on his order after clicking his tongue at him. Tsukishima’s eyes immediately scanned what little was shown from the doorway to the kitchen. Hoping that he could at least get a glimpse of the cheery boy around his age that always served him though he mysteriously stopped working at the cash register. Tsukishima thought he had qut if it weren’t for the glimpse he caught three weeks into the boy’s disappearance when the boy accidentally dropped a whisk which rolled in front of the doorway, behind the counter. He didn’t really see his face but he knew right then and there that it was him from the hand that reached out to the whisk. Anyone could spot his heavily freckled hands from afar.

Knowing that he still worked there oddly comforted Tsukishima, though he has thought long and hard why he felt that way. Was it his fatherly instincts kicking in after seeing the trembling and nearly helpless boy for too long on a weekly basis? He did remind Tsukishima of his family dog who passed away years ago. Sometimes Tsukishima swears that he can see the boy’s wagging tail when he takes Tsukishima’s orders. So is that it? Does he simply miss his late dog?

“Here you go.” Kuroo slid into frame once again to Tsukishima’s disappointment, the third week in a row without seeing the reguler cashier boy. He could be dead for all Tsukishima knew.

Tsukishima’s eyes moved towards the older man in front of him as he slid money across the counter. “Hm?” The rooster haired man raised his eyebrow at his customer. “Nothing. Thanks as always.” Tsukishima mumbled before taking the box of cake with him and exiting the cafe. Not seeing the boy for three weeks straight made him uneasy and he knew asking a simple question to Kuroo could easily cause the feeling to go away or at least give him some closure if he actually turned up dead but he felt that it was weird to. Afterall, he only knew the boy’s name through the name tag he wore on his shirt and they barely knew one another. Kuroo looked like a big tattletale and seemed like he would definitely tell the boy that he asked about him. Knowing how panicky and the little to no relationship that they have, the boy would surely freak out and get all awkward when Tsukishima does meet the boy again.

“Yamaguchi.” Tsukishima mumbled to himself as he made his way home through the bustling shopping district.

“Yamaguchi, Yamaguchi, Yamaguchi.” He continued softly, recalling the image of the boy’s name tag on his shirt. The very same name tag he would ogle at every Friday.

“You can come out now.” Kuroo abruptly announced as the front door swung shut from the blonde customer’s push.

“H-Huh?!” Yamaguchi jumped, wondering if his boss had eyes behind his head. Yamaguchi crept out of the wall he was peeking from and straightened his dirtied apron before approaching Kuroo. “So, how was the cake? Learn something yet, kiddo?” Kuroo wrapped his arm around Yamaguchi’s neck and ruffled his hair. “I um...it didn’t bake.” Yamaguchi mumbled in shame.

“Whaddya mean?”

“It was liquid when I pulled it out of the oven…”

“Yamaguchi, I gave you boxed cake mix.”

The younger boy sighed. “I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up now.” Yamaguchi muttered, his shoulders sagged even more than before. He dragged his feet to the kitchen to start his hour long clean up session. He bent down to wipe dropped cake batter and picked up stray egg shells pieces off the floor.

“I’m fine with you trying to bake and stuff but are you sure you're okay?” Kuroo asks as Yamaguchi lets out a heavy sigh. “I am, I told you, I just wanted to try something new.” His breath shook as he breathed out his first two words. Kuroo continued to watch the boy scramble on the floor on his knees before popping his head out to call out his other two employees.

“BOKUTO! AKAASHI!” He yelled out despite still having customers in the cafe. “You called?” the waiter hummed as he popped in the kitchen, the disgruntled barista who despised getting yelled at, followed.

“Tonight we’re closing up early and going drinking!” Kuroo announced with his hands proudly on his hips. “Is it on you?” The waiter’s eyes sparkled. “Yes, I’m paying.” Kuroo answered through gritted teeth. Bokuto cheered enthusiastically at the boss’ orders while the other two employees stood in front of the oven with concerned faces. “Yamaguchi Isn’t even legal yet, Kuroo-san.” Akaashi sighed in the midst of Bokuto and Kuroo’s premature cheers. “Who cares! It’s only for a year! And funny coming from you, Mr Akaashi ``got drunk when I was 18” Keiji!” Bokuto continued to cheer at the opportunity to get wasted with his boss’ credit card.

“Yeah! And that’s because YOU chugged beer down my throat!” Akaashi fired back, frustrated. The whole scene was too much for Yamaguchi. Trying to function while a hyperactive Bokuto and a hyped up Kuroo is cheering in the background is already impossible on it’s own but having seen the calm and cool Akaashi lose his composure, Yamaguchi couldn’t even begin to find a way out of drinking with his co-workers.

And just as expected, before Yamaguchi even knew it, he and his other three co-workers were sitting in a booth in a dark and cramped bar. Kuroo made sure he sat in the inside of the booth with Bokuto blocking the way out so he had no chance of escaping. Yamaguchi’s palms were sweating and his eyes followed the waiter they shortly talked to as she made her way to their booth. Yamaguchi ducked down as he heard the waitress setting down the four glasses filled to the brim with substances that Yamaguchi knew for sure he was not supposed to drink. Sure, Hinata and Kageyama have brought some home in the past and he has tried them but drinking in public is a whole different thing.

On top of that, the three roommates initially started to drink to find out what kind of drunk they are but they woke up in the morning the next day half naked and on top of each other on the floor with no memories of the previous night whatsoever. With that mystery unsolved, he was afraid he would reveal something ungodly to his co workers.

“Drink up ‘Kaashi!, Yamayama!” Kuroo cheered with his glass already half empty and a moustache of bubbles on top of his upper lip. Akaashi sighed at his already chaotic boss but complied, slowly sipping from the tall glass. “Tonight’s the night we talk about everything! Money problems! Family problems! Love problems! All of ‘em!” Bokuto slurred, surprising Yamaguchi as he never thought he would be the complete opposite of a heavyweight.

Love problems.

Yamaguchi’s heart felt like it crumpled up in his chest as he heard Bokuto’s words. He stared long and hard at his untouched serving of beer in front of him.

“Whatever.” He thought as he shut his eyes, wrapped his small fist to the heavy handle and brought it up to his mouth, taking a heavy swig, surprising everyone at the table.

“That’s more like it! Now let’s get this started!” Kuroo sneered at his young employee.

Just a mere hour had passed with eight more extra mugs on the table, Bokuto had unbuttoned his shirt, Akaashi’s cheeks turned to bright round tomatoes and Yamaguchi was a slobbering mess.

That was the moment when Yamaguchi remembered that he was a crying drunk.

Kuroo, who expectedly stayed the same, had predicted that Yamaguchi was the type to cry but he thought it would at least take him three or four glasses. Kuroo reached his hand out towards the boy who sat in front of him and patted his head, which was face down on the grimy bar table. “Now, now, are you sure you’re okay?” Kuroo sighed sympathetically.

Yamaguchi raised his damp face off the table to look at his boss, “Of course not, rooster head!” He barked in between his sniffles. “Ha...rooster head, that’s clever.” Akaashi mumbled with his eyes closed and his head nodding off from side to side.

“What’s wrong Yamaguchi-kun? You know you can talk to us.” Kuroo said, seeming to have decided to ignore the comment his hair got. Yamaguchi’s head raised from the table once again, his eyes peeking at what he thinks is the figure of his boss. His vision was beyond blurry and everything felt like it hurted. His head, legs, hands, and most suffocating of all, his chest felt like it was being squeezed by thorn bearing rope.

“He has a girlfriend.” Yamaguchi mumbled, trying to blink back even more tears. Even his drunk self was embarrassed at how he was crying in front of his co-workers. Everyone’s eyes widened, Yamaguchi wasn’t sure if it was because of the male pronoun, the fact that he was crying over a love problem, or how ridiculous he looked then but he didn’t care anymore. He has gone in too deep.

“I-It’s pathetic, I know, we barely held a decent conversation together but I’m already so head over heels for him and he already has a girlfriend. That piece of shit, buying cakes on a weekly basis, tempting me with his beautiful face to only reveal that he has a girlfriend.” Yamaguchi rambled on, substances slobbering from his nose. Akaashi, who was wide awake at this point, leaned in to wipe the nose of his younger co-worker. “I hate him.” Yamaguchi continued, slamming his head against the table.

“But I love him even more.” Yamaguchi whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks once again.

“Um, Yamaguchi, is it…” Kuroo exchanged glances with Bokuto and Akaashi. “Tsukishima?” All three of them said unanimously. The three looked in anticipation as Yamaguchi revealed his face once again with a puzzled look, wondering how the hell they found out.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Bokuto bursted into fits of laughter. Yamaguchi’s eyes jumped from Kuroo to Akaashi to Bokuto with a bewildered look, demanding an answer and explanation to how they knew. “It was really obvious, Yamaguchi.” Kuroo held back his laughs but joined in with Bokuto at the end.

“But Tsukishima? A girlfriend?” Bokuto put a hand on Yamaguchi’s shoulder before laughing even harder than before. “That guy’s the g-”

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi interrupted before Bokuto could even say another word. His sleepy eyes were now fully sober. “What? It’s true! Yamaguchi deserves to know.” Bokuto threw his hands up dramatically, the alcohol in his system causing him to be even more hyper than usual. “Shouldn’t Tsukishima be the one to tell him, if he even wants to tell him?” Akaashi spat out, his calm and composed manner already out of the door.

“But it’ll make Yamaguchi happy! Or not sad at least.”

“God! You’re so ignorant for a ga-”

“Um guys.” Kuroo interrupted the duo, who both had their hands slammed onto the table and their foreheads only inches away from each other. “What?” Both of them barked at their superior.

“Yamaguchi passed out.” Kuroo sighed, pointing at the unconscious boy sitting in front of him who was sprawled on the table in between empty glasses, wondering how the night came to the worst possible ending he had predicted.

Yamaguchi woke up the next day to a blaring headache. His muscles ached but he felt an unfamiliar yet comfortable feeling wrapping his body. His recollections from last night were blurry but he knew it was a mess. He did however remember what kind of drunk he was this time.

How did he get home? Did Kuroo or Bokuto carry him all the way home? How is Kageyama and Hinata so quiet in the morning? And most importantly, had his sheets always felt this soft and luxurious.

Who cares, he thought. His headache was demanding more sleep so he kept his eyes closed and curled up in the comfy duvet, nuzzling his face into it.

“Enjoying my bed?” A voice that belonged to neither Hinata or Kageyama.

Yamaguchi’s eyes opened immediately, the sudden exposure of sunlight pouring in from the windows mixed with his headache made him wince. It took him a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the brightness before gaining his vision back.

He realized that he wasn’t in his room or apartment at all. And most importantly, Tsukishima was standing in front of him in grey sweatpants and a hoodie. Yamaguchi never knew someone could look so effortlessly hot in just sweatpants and a hoodie. Just realizing that he was nuzzled up in someone else’s bed and worried that he might get a nosebleed and stain the sheets, he attempted to hurriedly get out but ended up falling on his back as he tried to crawl out of bed.

“Are you okay?” Yamaguchi winced in pain, rubbing his back. Yamaguchi didn’t know how or why he was in Tsukishima’s room but he was sure he wasn’t meant to be. How did Tsukishima just take in a gay drunkard in like that? What if his girlfriend found out? “I-I’m so sorry, but I have to go.” Yamaguchi got up, ignoring the pain, before running out the door, which was thankfully the front door, leaving Tsukishima stunned in his own apartment.

Tsukishima watched as the front door swung open for a while before closing on it’s own, overwhelmed at the amount of drama and action he witnessed first hand first thing in the morning. Tsukishima wobbled over his now vacant bed and collapsed onto it, pulling out his phone to scroll to the “K” section of his contacts. Afterall, it was his fault Tsukishima got into all of this.

“And why am I here, again?” Tsukishima grumbled at the sight of two passed out adults in the middle of a grimy and bustling bar. “As you can see, Bokuto and Yamaguchi passed out!” Kuroo grinned, despite the circumstances he was in. Tsukishima, regretting that he gave in to Kuroo’s and Bokuto’s pestering a few months back when they used to ask for his contact information, sighed at the sight. He truly didn’t know why he was there. He was pretty much the odd man out in the group. “Yeah but you don’t need my help, Akaashi-san can just take Bokuto-san and you can just take the boy.” Tsukishima huffed, getting more visibly pissed as he saw the clock on the wall turn to 2:00 AM in the corner of his eye. “Sorry Tsukishima, I don’t agree with Kuroo calling you out like this but you seriously underestimate how heavy this idiot is.” Akaashi replied regretfully to his customer, flicking the waiter on the head but ultimately got no response out of him.

“Besides, I said all this over text but you still rushed over here so late into the morning, right?” Kuroo smirked, already getting ready to prop one of Bokuto’s beefy arms around his shoulder. “I was in the area.” The blonde muttered quietly, averting his gaze.

“Right.” Kuroo raised his eyebrow at the younger boy. “Well, have fun.” He chuckled quietly before slowly dragging Bokuto out of the bar with Akaashi by his side, supporting Bokuto’s body as well.

Tsukishima shook his head at cafe employees, expecting his next order to be free. He leaned into the booth to inspect the sleeping boy. It has been a while since he last saw him but Tsukishima still remembered his face vividly. His freckles that dispersed all over his face, his petite yes perky nose, and his olive complexion. Tsukishima rubbed the unconscious boy’s lips with his thumb, retracting it as soon as he snapped out of his delusions.

“It’s too late for this.” Tsukishima shook his head.

He grabbed Yamaguchi’s arm as gently as he could, putting it on Tsukishima’s shoulder. He tried to move as fast as he could, trying his best to get out of the noise polluted bar quickly before he froze, remembering that Kuroo didn’t give Yamaguchi’s address.

Forty minutes passed in what it should’ve been a fifteen minute walk. Tsukishima was always tasked with taking care of his drunk friends since he had such a high tolerance for someone still underaged but he had never taken care of a completely unconscious one before. He was glad the muscles he gained from volleyball practice stayed after months of inactivity in university because if it weren’t for the intense training sessions he received, he probably would’ve snapped his back in two trying to carry Yamaguchi on his back.

“Fuck.” Tsukishima swore after plopping the green haired boy he had longed to see on his bed. He took a moment to catch his breath, sitting on the edge of his bed. Kuroo was surely going to owe him big time.

“Hey.” Tsukishima turned around to the sleeping boy in his bed, shaking him.

No response. Instead, he seemed like he clutched onto the covers even harder every time Tsukishima shook him. “Hey. This is my bed. You’re going to regret this when you wake up.” He continued shaking the boy but gained no response.

Tsukishima sighed, accepting his fate to sleep on his couch that night. Before standing to crash in the living room, he turned towards the green haired boy once again, caressing his surprisingly soft and smooth cheek. Tsukishima bit his mouth, hoping with all his might that he wouldn't wake up. His hands eventually travelled to the strand of hair that covered the boy’s forehead, pushing it up to reveal Yamaguchi’s forehead.

Tsukishima hesitated, but leaned in. He could feel his own breath as he was so close to Yamaguchi’s forehead but at the last second he stopped. He pulled his own face away to watch the vulnerable expression the boy was wearing.

“What the fuck is wrong with me.” Tsukishima mumbled to himself before closing the bedroom door behind him.

Tsukishima shuddered at the memory he just recalled. If he were Yamaguchi and found out some strange guy was touching him like that, he would sucker punch him hard in the balls without a second thought. But with that in mind, he clicked on Kuroo’s icon and pressed the call button.

“Hey. I need a favour.”

Yamaguchi let out a long sigh in the empty cafe, followed by a yawn. He rested his chin on top of the broom he held as he allowed himself to rest his eyes for a moment before continuing the rest of the work he had.

As a university student, Yamaguchi was used to pulling all-nighters for assignments and tests but somehow he found it very hard to stay awake when he was given his very first job to close the cafe. Well, looking back at the last two nights, it was no surprise that he felt awfully tired. He spent the weekend thinking of Tsukishima and how he ended up in his apartment. He tossed and turned all night searching for an explanation but of course, the empty ceiling of his room bore no answer.

The part timer yawned once again before hearing the sound of the front door opening. “I’m sorry, the cafe is already clo...sed.” Yamaguchi started, rubbing his eyes but quickly regained his vision when he caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette.

“Hi.” Tsukishima rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Can we talk?”

Yamaguchi’s mind raced, trying to find a way out of an inevitable uncomfortable conversation. “I..Um…” his eyes travelled across the ceiling.

“Please.” Tsukishima’s voice was low and calm.

Yamaguchi nodded, as he ran out of time to bolt out the cafe. He followed Tsukishima to a table and sat down in front of him. “Um can we er, make this quick? Kuroo-san asked me to close up so-” Yamaguchi shifted stiffly in his seat. “Don’t worry, I asked him to set us up so he probably expected this to happen.” Tsukishima explained naturally, causing Yamaguchi to short circuit for a few seconds.

“I-I’m sorry!” Yamaguchi frantically shouted, bowing his head towards the customer. “Huh?” Tsukishima raised an eyebrow at him, not following. “T-That’s what you’re here for right? I don’t remember what happened that night but I probably did something embarrassing. And I passed out on your bed like that...what if your girlfriend walked in or something?” Yamaguchi blabbered on, not meeting the other’s eyes.

“Girlfriend? Huh? What are you talking about?”

“The cakes. You bought them for her right? I mean why else would you buy it every week like that.” He mumbled, just as confused as Tsukishima. Though, as clueless as he is, he did not expect Tsukishima to laugh. “And where did you get that idea? Man, you’re weird, Yamaguchi.” He bursted into laughter.

Yamaguchi’s heart skipped a beat when he heard his name being said by Tsukishima for the very first time. Additionally, the news of Tsukishima not having a girlfriend lifted pounds off Yamaguchi’s shoulder but he decided to not get ahead of himself. He didn’t want to get hurt all over again. “Then, it must be for some girl right? She might not be your girlfriend yet but she’ll be yours very soon! I mean...what girl could ever resist you!” He continued to ramble on.

Tsukishima sighed at the insecure boy refusing to meet his eyes. He eyed the slightly shorter boy’s chin before tilting it towards him with his long and slender fingers. “I like men.” He said assertively.

No, that doesn’t mean he likes you.

“And I didn’t used to come here this often to buy two cakes each week, I mean that’ll be ridiculous.” He scoffed.

Wow, he must like cakes a lot these days.

“But ever since I saw a cute new part timer working here, I found myself walking into this cafe every single week. I mean, I always had a sweet tooth so it benefitted me anyways.” Tsukishima continued, inching closer towards the boy.

No no no

“And one day, it seems like he mustered some courage to write his phone number on a napkin, but apparently not enough to write it properly.” Yamaguchi took steps back, avoiding the quickly approaching blonde.

“But suddenly, out of the blue, this part timer started avoiding me, which he was very good at by the way since I genuinely thought he died for a few weeks. But after a handful of rough weeks, the first time I ever saw him again was when he was drooling out of the side of his mouth in the middle of some dinky bar, abandoned by his boss. I carried him on my back out of kindness all the way back to my apartment but the first thing I woke up to was a screaming fit and the part timer ran right outside.” At this point, Yamaguchi had nowhere else to back away. His back was against the wall and Tsukishima was inches away from his face. Tsukishima’s breathing was calm and relaxed, nothing like Yamaguchi’s short ones.

“So do you have anything to say to me?” Tsukishima’s voice was low, making Yamaguchi shutter.

“S-Sorry for running out like that?” Yamaguchi croaked out, his eyes were deep into Tsukishima’s golden ones. Tsukishima sighed at the boy’s response. Frustrated at the retiring boy, he cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss.

Yamaguchi was bewildered. It took him a second too long to realize what was happening and who was it happening with. His heart started to race as Tsukishima’s wet lips were grazing his own. When the blonde pulled away to catch his breath, Yamaguchi was still yearning for more. Panting just breaths away from the boy, he grabbed Tsukishima’s shirt quickly and crashed his lips against the blonde’s once again.

The feeling was insatiable. Yamaguchi greedily devoured the customer, wanting even more from him. It felt good. Yamaguchi had never kissed anyone before but it felt too good. Tsukishima’s hands started to trail up Yamaguchi’s thighs. His back was arched against the wall and his hands dropped on his sides, letting the blonde have complete access. He didn’t have a care in the world, all that was left in his mushy head was Tsukishima, and his out-of-this-world kissing.

Just as his hands were fiddling at the bottom of Yamaguchi’s uniform, a series of metallic clatter echoed in the room right behind the wall that Yamaguchi was pinned on.

“Kuroo! What the fuck are you doing?” A voice aggressively whispered out.

“I’m not letting them have sex in MY cafe.” Another voice whispered as angrily back.

Yamaguchi turned eight shades of red brighter while Tsukishima sighed in annoyance. Though, in the midsts of muffled angry whispers, the two broke into small fits of giggles.

“H-Hey, um...Tsukishima…-san?”

“Just call me Tsukishima.”

The two walked down the brightly lit shopping district with their hands embracing each other. The two managed to slip out of the cafe without having an awkward talk with Bokuto and Kuroo and ran as fast as they could away from the shop. They were out of breath, sticky from the sweat, but most importantly, they both had butterflies in their stomach and a big wide smile on their faces.

“I know you started to come to the cafe every week to see me but...wouldn’t buying one cake make more sense? Do you have a roommate to eat it with? Why did you buy two?” He eagerly bombarded the blonde who he was linking hands with.

“I don’t have a roommate but er..” Tsukishima started slowly, his eyes were avoiding Yamaguchi’s sparkling ones, “I eat one right after I get home and save another one for breakfast on Mondays so I can like...motivate myself for the week.”

Yamaguchi paused after hearing the explanation before bursting into laughter. “Cake? For breakfast?” Small beads of tears were bundling up in the corner of his eyes, “Are you a child? You’re so adorable.” Tsukishima’s ears immediately turned red, whipping his head away from the teasing boy. “Shut up.” He said in a low muffled voice though a crooked smile was on his face. “Anyways, we’re almost here.”

“Huh? Where? I didn’t even know we were going somewhere.” Yamaguchi twirled to look around the surroundings to find a familiar place but all he got was hazy recollections.

“My place.”

Tsukishima opened the door to his one apartment bedroom and let his guest in. Unaware of what he should say, Yamaguchi blurted the things he always says when he visits someone else’s home. “Your place is nice.” He hummed awkwardly, looking around at the furniture. “Yeah, you’ve been here. And you’ve ran away from it.” Tsukishima scoffed as he hung his scarf on the hook beside his front door.

Yamaguchi pouted at him, insisting that he didn’t bring up that matter anymore. He allowed himself to plop onto Tsukishima’s couch and released a shaky sigh. He had been trying to act calm for the past few minutes leading to that moment. It was his first time being alone with Tsukishima (while conscious) or anyone he liked in general. He swore his heartbeat was loud enough for Tsukishima to hear when they were both touching shoulder to shoulder in the elevator trip up to Tsukishima’s floor.

“H-Hey, home come Bokuto and the others know your name? Are you close with them?” Yamaguchi tried to start a conversation, attempting to maintain a casual tone. Tsukishima walked over to the couch to sit beside his guest. “Well, Bokuto-san obnoxiously made this whole thing about how tall I am the first visit I’ve ever made. If it weren’t for their ridiculously amazing cakes, I probably would have blacklisted the place. So I kept visiting and one thing led to another.” His tone momentarily got grumpier as he recalled the waiter’s eccentric personality.

“Oh.”

“Hm?” Tsukishima raised an eyebrow at the sighing boy, though his eyes lit up as soon as he figured what was going on. “Are you perhaps jealous at the fact that they knew my name before you?” Tsukishima teased the boy who he had seen right through. He giggled at the sight of the red cheeked flustered boy just beside him.

“You can call me Tsukki. I’ve never let anyone call me that before cause I hate it but if it makes you feel better then I have no choice.” The blonde sympathetically smiled at Yamaguchi, who’s eyes were dazzling at the nickname.

“Tsukki! Tsukki! Tsukki!” Yamaguchi enthusiastically called out, the biggest goofy grin plastered across his cheeks.

“Now that neither the owl head or the rooster hair is here,” Tsukishima abruptly leaned in closer to the confused boy.

“Shall we continue where we left off?”

A/N: ahh! Sorry for the long wait! I wanted to finish this a few days ago but my school work piled up and I literally had no free time. Thank you for reading my second Tsukkiyama fic! I love this ship so much but I promise I’ll make one of another ship soon! I got a plot ready but I’m not sure if I should do it with bokuaka or kuroken. I didn’t mean to make this spiccy but I accidentally did it HAHAHA I changed half of the plot of this chapter and while I intended to put some drunk yams, I didn’t plan to have Tsukishima bring him home but I’m glad I wrote that instead! I wanted to try something new so this was my attempt. My next fic is probably going to be angsty so enjoy the fluff while you can. Good bye and thank you once again!

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Omg are you a computer science major? & Are you in uni? Love your work btw ❤️ can i please be on your taglist?

I’m still in 12th grade HAHAHA and no i have ZERO interests in anything computers omg 💀 It’s just a mandatory class in my HS but I do plan on taking an art major for uni :-)

And sure 💖

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ugh :( i’ve been working on the second part of two slices of cake for TWO WEEKS NOW & i REALLY thought I could finish it by tonight but I forgot to study for my ICT test and i’m half dead rn 💀

So um chapter is gonna come out like...hopefully tomorrow...

Send an ask to be on my tag list or whateva ✨

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two slices of cake ♡ 1/2

➤ pairing : tsukishima kei x yamaguchi tadashi

➤ warnings : none

➤ tags: unrequited love, fluff, cafe employee yamaguchi, customer tsukishima

➤ chapter word count : 4747

♡ masterpost ♡

-ˏˋ chapter one ˊˎ-

“Yamaguchi! The money!” The voice from the kitchen yelled out.

The green haired boy snapped out of his daydream from his superior’s yell, almost dropping loose change all over the counter. Blood rushed towards his face, turning it beet red. “P-Please come again.” Yamaguchi managed to say, a crooked smile on his face, as he handed the customer their change.

“Kuroo-san, I-I’m so sorry!” Yamaguchi turned immediately towards the kitchen to apologize to his boss after finally finishing with the final customer of rush hour. The black haired baker leaned against the doorway with a whisk and a metal bowl filled with whip cream, “It’s no biggie, but daydreaming in the middle of ringing up a customer? Even Bokuto has never done that before.” He chuckled at his new part timer. Yamaguchi looked down to his shoes as his red cheeks didn’t feel like it would be going away any time soon.

“Seems like you didn’t get enough sleep, Yamaguchi-kun,” The waiter hummed as he approached the counter, “What did you do last night?” A smirk evident on his face.

“Bokuto-san please refrain from teasing the newcomer.” The barista chimed in, his half lidded eyes stared at the waiter. Yamaguchi raised his head, opening his mouth to say that it was fine, trying to not escalate conflict in the place he just started working at for merely a week but no words came out, instead, the opening of the door echoed through the recently empty cafe. Yamaguchi turned on his heel and faced the customer, “Hello, welcome to Ca..”. Yamaguchi’s words trailed off as his eyes climbed up and saw the customer’s face.

“Can I have two slices of strawberry shortcake in a to go box please.” Yamaguchi watched as the pale pink lips uttered those words quickly as if he had the sentence memorized like the back of his hand. Yamaguchi’s eyes panned up to meet the customer’s golden ones. His pale lids covered half of his brilliant uninterested eyes.

Yamaguchi watched as he batted his light eyelashes a bit too hard, signaling him to proceed with his order already.

“C-coming right away, s-sir!” Yamaguchi ducked under the counter to find the to go box needed and he took the opportunity to take the deepest breath he has ever had. Though he probably inhaled too hard which caused him to have a small coughing fit as he rummaged around for the cardboard box. Without hesitation, he took the box and slid over to the glass case where the cakes were being displayed. Carefully, but as quickly as he could, he scooped the two slices of snow white cakes into the box. He made sure to give the customer the ones with the plumpest strawberries out of them all.

He brought the box back to the waiting customer and closed it up in front of him. “T-That will be 765 yen in total sir.” Though before Yamaguchi could even finish his sentence, the blonde customer’s hand was already on the counter with the exact amount of money.

“Thanks.” He mumbled, taking the box in his hands before turning on his heel and walking out the door without missing a beat.

Yamaguchi sighed as he watched the blonde’s head disappear into the crowd outside. He didn’t know how long he had been staring out the glass door but he figured it was a minute too long as Bokuto’s forced cough was the one to snap him back to reality. “You good dude?” Bokuto snickered, going around the counter to rest his arm on Yamaguchi’s shoulder.

Yamaguchi clocked out from the cafe that night with a fuzzy feeling he has never experienced before in his head and a vivid image of the customer’s piercing golden eyes.

“Thank you, come again.” Yamaguchi said with a smile plastered across his face for the twelfth time that hour. He was relieved to see there weren't any more customers to serve and slid down to sit under the counter. He wasn’t the type to hate socializing with people but jobs in customer service never fails to suck the soul out of their workers. It has been the twelfth female customer that hour. Yamaguchi surely won’t complain about his work as much if he at least got to see some eye candy, just like the tall blonde customer he served exactly a week ago. No matter how much he tried to get him out of his head, he still lingered in his mind whenever and wherever. In classes, at work, when he’s trying to fall asleep, he’s always seeing his face. But could you blame him? He was the epitome of Yamaguchi’s type. Tall, broad shoulders, fluffy blonde hair he’d just absolutely love to ruffle his hands in. He had on thin gold glasses that framed his face perfectly. Even just thinking about him just made him burn up.

“Akaashi-san, where’s the cashier?”

“The cashier? Yama-”

Yamaguchi recognized the customer’s voice right away. He immediately brushed his apron and stood up to face the blonde customer he has been dying to see all week. Is he a regular? Is that why he knew the barista’s name? He wanted to ask him so many questions but tried his best to refrain himself as he knew the customer would call the police if he actually did.

“H-Hi! Yes, um, sorry, what would you like to have?”

“Two slices of strawberry shortcake in a to go box please.” He recited his order to which Yamaguchi suppressed a laughed at. Yamaguchi has replayed the whole interaction he had with the customer multiple times a day for the past week to the point where he remembers every single word he let out of his mouth. It felt like no time had passed and Yamaguchi was replaying the same exact scenario from the previous week.

“Coming right away.” Yamaguchi managed to let out a soft smile, though he was trying his best not to giggle.

Yamaguchi chose the slices of cake and put it in the designated box in the same manner as the previous week, hoping that it would create a spell that would never let this moment end. Or at least let the same exact moment happen again the next week.

Time had passed though quickly with Yamaguchi’s busy schedule, he had barely noticed that it had been months since he started working at the cafe. He was ready to have a busy lifestyle once he started university classes but he underestimated how draining the classes were compared to his old high school ones.

Though, after a rough week of lectures and group projects, he waltzes into his Friday part time shift with butterflies in his stomach as he knew who he would be seeing that afternoon. Normally, his shifts would deplete all energy he had left during that day but that wasn’t the case for Friday shifts, in fact, seeing that blonde customer fills his heart with so much joy, he felt like the whole week worth of both university and cafe work just disappears into thin air.

Yamaguchi ran to work right after his final lecture ended. He could feel faint wet drops on his shoulder as he dashed through the diminishing bustling street but he couldn’t care less, he would finally be able to see the blonde customer after a rough long week.

“Ah, Yamaguchi-kun! You made it before the storm.” Kuroo, who took up the cashier work when Yamaguchi wasn’t around, called out as Yamaguchi stepped foot in the cafe, who was gasping for air after his run. “Hurry up and c’mere! I got a batch of cream puffs ready to go in the oven.”

“Storm? What stor-” Yamaguchi’s question was quickly answered by the vicious sound of rain drops crashing down the concrete outside.

The cafe was the most deserted it has ever been since Yamaguchi started working there. Despite it being a small cafe, it’s quite popular with women of all ages and since Yamaguchi always worked after classes, he always ended up with the afternoon shifts which are the times where the cafe would be jammed packed with customers.

With no customers, Bokuto and Kuroo decided to keep themselves entertained by playing multiple rounds of uno while Akaashi resorted to cleaning his coffee machineries. It was by far the most peaceful shift Yamaguchi has ever had but he couldn’t help but feel restless. The blonde customer was surely not going to stop by. What if he stops going to the cafe all together? The uncertainty of not knowing anything about the blonde customer was driving him insane. He didn’t even know his name or number. All he knew was that he would always come to the cafe around five on Fridays to buy two slices of cake in a to go box. Yamaguchi sighed loudly as he rested his head on the cool marble counter, not worrying about the noise as he knew the rain outside would mask his despair.

“Um, you guys are still open right?”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened in disbelief. He slammed his two hands on the counter, pushing his face up and off the counter. His eyes were unexpectedly blessed with the sight he has longed for the past week. The tall blonde customer stood in front of the door soaked. His face was contorted in frustration as he tried his best to fold his busted dripping umbrella.

“Bo, get the towels.”

“N-No you don’t need to do that pleas-”

“I’ll get them!” Yamaguchi enthusiastically jumped up before diving in the kitchen to get towels for the soaking customer. He grabbed one of the clean towels Kuroo liked to use to wipe off batter and whip cream off himself when his baking goes wrong, and burst out the kitchen as fast as he could.

“Here.” Yamaguchi without thinking, draped the fluffy fabric around the taller customer’s neck. “Thanks?” The customer replied, his odd tone made Yamaguchi realize what he had done and made his face completely beet red in a split second.

“A-Ah! I’m s-so sorry!” Yamaguchi’s flustered words barely got out between his incoherent forms of panic. The green haired part timer bent his body and bowed towards the customer. Yamaguchi didn’t know what to expect next but he knew a laugh would be the last thing to hear from him. Yamaguchi raised his head back in confusion. His heart skipped a beat as he watched the customer he had such an intense one sided crush on chuckling right in front of him.

“Don’t worry about it,” He said softly, unlike his usual expressionless manner, “but truly though, thanks.”

Yamaguchi felt like a cupid had struck an arrow straight through his heart. He didn’t know he could fall even more in love with someone he barely knew.

“Would you like some coffee so you can warm yourself up?” Akaashi offered, an empty cup already in his hand. Akaashi’s eyes were urging the younger boy to accept but the latter declined. “No thank you, I can’t stay, I gotta go after I get the ca-'' He shook his head at the barista but his sentence was cut short by a loud sneeze to which Akaashi replied by staring at him with an “I told you so” face.

“Fine, but i’ll take it to go.” He stubbornly grumbled at the now smiling barista. He then turned to the still flustered Yamaguchi, handing him the damp towel. “Can I get the usual please?” He muttered, rubbing his nose.

“In a to go box?” Yamaguchi, who’s heart fluttered at the word “usual”, smiled, to which the customer smiled back as a reply.

Yamaguchi skipped to the kitchen to dispose of the towel and got to work. He ducked below the counter to reach for the box like he did every Friday afternoon and walked over to the display box to get the cakes.

From the way Kuroo and Akaashi acted, it seems like it wasn’t the first time this customer turned up like that. What relationship do they have? The whole interaction was bittersweet. He got to speak more with Tsukishima and even got to see him smile but got a dash of jealousy as well.

Yamaguchi shook his head at himself. He couldn’t believe he was getting that possessive over someone he doesn’t even know. He sighed at his foolish behaviour as he closed up the box.

“Here, it’s on the house.” Akaashi handed the customer a paper cup with wispy smoke coming out of the opening which made Yamaguchi’s heart twitch. “H-here.” Yamaguchi mumbled as he handed the box with both his hands.

“Ah, Tsukishima, that’ll also be on the house.” Kuroo yelled out from the far corner of the cafe, his eyes still engrossed in the uno game he was still playing with his waiter. “It’s a thanks for always supporting us.” He winked.

“Tsukishima? his name? They’re already friendly enough to not even use honourifics ” Yamaguchi’s heart yelled out.

“What? That makes no sense. Then I wouldn’t be supporting you if I got this for free.”

“Just take the cake and run, Tsukishima, at least Kuroo’s being nice to you.” Bokuto huffed, “This stingy boss even charges me for the water I drink at work.” He grumbled behind his fastly increasing hand of cards.

“Bokuto-san too?!”

“Er..thanks I guess.” Tsukishima sighed, pressing his cold palm onto the steaming paper cup. He turned to the window in front of the cafe to see the rain slowly letting up, to Yamaguchi’s disappointment. “I better get going, can I borrow an umbrella?” Tsukishima said as he pointed at the umbrella stand filled with stray umbrellas customers have left behind which have become a lost and found corner and a collection the staff created over the years.

Tsukishima began to fish through the array of half broken umbrellas as he saw the black haired owner nod. He took an olive green umbrella from the stand and turned to face the staff.

“Thank you everyone.” He said, bowing slightly. He only raised his head for a split second before exiting the cafe but Yamaguchi swore he caught a smile on his face.

As soon as Yamaguchi opened his front door, he dropped all his belongings and raced to jump face down to the empty couch. Grabbing one of the decorative pillows, he shoved his face into it and screamed to his heart’s content. Yamaguchi swung his feet as his heart fluttered at the encounter with Tsukishima.

“He has finally gone insane.” A voice murmured among the muffled screams from behind the couch. Yamaguchi removed the pillow from his face to glare at the source of voice. “Kageyama, should I call the cops?” A brighter voice said though Yamaguchi wasn’t liking the topic of the conversation.

“Yamaguchi, you don’t even know his name.” Yamaguchi’s raven haired roommate grumbled, getting fed up with the green haired boy’s behaviour.

“That’s not true anymore, idiot.” Yamaguchi hummed, sticking a tongue at him. Both of his roommates’ eyes widened at this new discovery. “WHAT! What’s his name! Did you ask him? Did he find it weird?” The orange haired boy eagerly asked to the point where he was climbing over the couch, body sprawled over the empty part where Yamaguchi didn’t occupy.

“Hinata pipe down! And I obviously didn’t ask him!” Yamaguchi threw the pillow in his hands right to Hinata’s face. “I um…” Yamaguchi started to explain how he got to know his name but remembered exactly how he did.

“You what?” Kageyama walked over beside the coffee table to sit on the floor, not even denying that he was in fact interested in his friend’s love life anymore unlike the past two weeks.

“My coworkers already knew his name and I...overheard them.” Yamaguchi sighed, taking back the pillow to squish his face back in it.

“Oh.” The two roommates said in unison though their tones contrasted greatly.

“What with the sad oh? Kageyama, don’t infect Yamaguchi with your negativity.” Hinata pouted, shooing Kageyama away from the conversation with his hand. “Name one retail employee that knows you well enough to know your name, you simpleton idiot.” Kageyama barked back, slamming his hands on the floor with no intention of going.

“That’s easy, Sato-san from seven eleven, Suzuki-san from the campus starbucks, Takashi-san from the cafe down the street-”

“The cafe down the street?! It just opened two days ago- ugh never mind, you’re just odd and freakishly social.” Kageyama sighed as he rubbed his temples from talking to his polar opposite of a roommate.

“Anyway, why does it matter if they have more than a typical customer-employee relationship? As long as they aren’t dating then you’ll be able to squeeze information out of them right?” Hinata leaned back to the plush couch, letting the soft material engulf his body, content after winning the argument.

Yamaguchi sat upright and threw himself at his redhead roommate, “You’re right! Thank you so much for being my roommate, Hinata, I probably would’ve gone insane if it were only me and Kageyama here.”

“Hey! I’m still here, idiot.” Kageyama snapped.

Yamaguchi went to bed with a foolish smile on his face. Grinning from ear to ear as he dived under the covers of his bed. He let his head be consumed with silly thoughts of Tsukishima and drove himself to sleep.

“Hello everyone!” Yamaguchi pushed open the door to begin his morning Saturday shift, greeting his seniors who are already busy with work even prior to opening the cafe. Yamaguchi always came in with a smile but this time he was truly grinning from ear to ear and it was very hard to miss. Akaashi, Bokuto and Kuroo all exchanged glances.

“Someone’s happy.” Bokuto started as he wiped the tables, his eyes, and the other two’s as well, trailed the university student who was skipping towards the storage room to get his uniform.

“Ah...youth.” Kuroo sighed, continuing to sweep the floors. Yamaguchi popped out moments later still with the same smile on his face, making his co-workers even more curious than before. “So are you going to tell us what happened or?” Bokuto’s brows raised at the younger boy.

“Oh..um, it’s kind of embarrassing so..” Yamaguchi’s cheeks tinted pink as he rubbed the back of his neck, giggles slipping in between his words.

“You got a girlfriend didn’t ‘cha?” The duo haired waiter sneered, sliding beside Yamaguchi to wrap his big arm around Yamaguchi’s small body, bringing him close to ruffle his green locks roughly. “H-huh? No! That’s not it! It’s nothing like that!” Yamaguchi managed to cough out as his head was still under attack by Bokuto’s absurdly big hands.

Bokuto pulled him away momentarily to look him in the eyes, “Then, what is it?” Bokuto asked once again with curiosity filled to the brim. “W-Well I guess it’s something like that...B-But it still isn’t that!” Yamaguchi frantically answered as he started to feel Bokuto’s piercing gaze stab through him.

“Bokuto-san. Stop it.” Akaashi, who was not up to deal with Bokuto’s antics so early in the morning, scorned from the opposite side of the cafe. Bokuto pouted and stuck a tongue out to Akaashi childishly before letting the smaller boy go. Yamaguchi then walked over behind the counter to prepare for the opening. He didn’t have much to do other than make sure no money left from the previous day was in the cash register so he ended up watching his other co-workers do their tasks. Yamaguchi’s brown eyes panned to the bar on the right side of the counter that was filled with various shiny machineries. He watched as the older man wiped down the metal parts diligently with a yellow cloth. His toned arm and biceps were showcased as he rolled up the sleeves of his white uniform to prevent them from getting dirty. Yamaguchi could feel his drool pouring out of the corner of his mouth.

If it weren’t for Tsukishima, Yamaguchi would probably head over heels for Akaashi.

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened at the foreign thought and mentally slapped himself at his absurd thoughts. Was he that depraved of Tsukishima that he started to move on to other guys for attention?

“Idiot.” He swore to himself under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?” The very man Yamaguchi had his eyes on suddenly appeared beside him with a concerned look on his face.

“Ah! A-Akaash-” Yamaguchi yelped out, flustered as the stool he was sitting on tipped backwards from the sudden jolt of movement.

Yamaguchi looked into his co-worker’s sympathetic yet confused eyes as the thought he has been obsessing over came into mind. Akaashi would be the perfect person to ask about Tsukishima. Not only does Tsukishima knows his name, he would probably not make fun of him for asking about the blonde customer. Knowing his other colleagues, Kuroo and Bokuto, they would probably laugh at him and bring it up every shift Yamaguchi worked.

Yamaguchi mentally thanked Kuroo for actually hiring at least one normal employee.

“Akaashi-san do yo-”

Just as Yamaguchi managed to muster up courage to ask the barista about Tsukishima, the bell attached to the front door rang, commencing the busy shift Yamaguchi had ahead of him.

Yamaguchi had always worked Saturday shifts but that day was by far the most hectic one he has ever gone through. Throughout the whole five hours he worked, he could barely take a sip of water, causing his raspy and dry voice to peek out every two customers. He rubbed his back as he walked home under the striking hot 1 PM sunshine, occupied by his pain rather than the one thing he forgot to do that shift.

“I’m home.” He groaned out as he opened the door to his shared apartment.

“Ah! Yamaguchi! How did it go?” Two heads peaked out the hallway as soon as Yamaguchi stepped foot in the apartment.

“Huh? What’re you talking about?” Yamaguchi said absent mindedly as he attempted to shake off his sneakers off his sore feet.

“That dude, Tsukijenga, did you at least get his first name or number or something like that?” The taller of the three chimed in, trying to contain his interested face.

“It’s Tsukishima.” The green haired boy yawned before his memories dawned upon him. “AH!” He yelled with his eyes wide open, dropping his keys on the floor melodramatically, “I forgot.”

He and his other two roommates sighed.

Three weeks passed by and to Yamaguchi’s frustration, absolutely no progress has been made. He didn’t know what to expect. Of course, Tsukishima wasn’t going to suddenly act all buddy-buddy with him just because of that time in the storm. He knew he wasn’t the social type like Hinata to begin with so he wanted to slap himself across his face for getting his own hopes up.

However, Yamaguchi felt more motivated than ever. Each night for the past week, Hinata and Kageyama had him cooped up in Hinata’s room to build up his courage to say something to Tsukishima. Anything that would trigger some action in their “relationship”. Yamaguchi felt ridiculous that he was being coached by the two biggest idiots with zero relationship experience but he had to admit, it did have an effect on him.

“See you next week, Yamaguchi!” His friend yelled out after the last professor of the day dismissed the class of freshmen students. Ecstatic that the week is finally over, Yamaguchi and the rest of his class packed all their belongings and bolted out the room. Only one thing occupied his mind as he made his way to the cafe.

He was going to ask him for his number.

Yamaguchi knew it was bold of him to even think about asking for Tsukishima’s number considering that he probably didn’t even know Yamaguchi’s name but he was determined. Anyway, if all fails, he was ready to change jobs, skip town and change his whole identity.

Each step he made felt oddly light though his lungs didn’t support that claim. He rushed through the shopping district under the blooming cherry blossom trees, pink flower petals trailing him as he rushed through the streets. He looked up to the bright blue sky to calm himself down before entering the cafe to start his long awaited shift.

“Thank you, please come again.” Yamaguchi bid farewell to the last customer in line. He tapped his foot in anticipation of the blonde customer, locking his eyes on to the door he hoped to swing open soon. He felt like he could burn a hole on the door if it weren’t for his phone beeping with a notification, averting his attention.

Hinata: Is he there yet?

Hinata: Did you ask him for his number yet?

Hinata: YAMAGUCHI REPLY !!!

He typed out a hasty response with his trembling fingers.

Yamaguchi: not yet, shut up for a sec :(

Yamaguchi: I’m already nervous as shit and you’re not helping !!

Yamaguchi borderline threw his phone under the counter as he heard the chimes of the bell attached to the front door. He briefly cleared his throat before facing up to meet the customer’s golden eyes.

“H-Hello, welcome.” Yamaguchi smiled, fiddling with his hands under the counter. Tsukishima gave a small smile back before crouching slightly towards the glass case to look at the cakes offered that day. Yamaguchi didn’t know why he even bothered to check the cake display every time if he was going to order the same exact thing anyway but he didn’t mind at all since it gave him a chance to look at him more without him knowing. Though Yamaguchi’s eyes caught something pink on top of the blonde’s head as he crouched down. He giggled as he burnt the image of a single flower petal in the middle of the blonde’s curls.

Yamaguchi’s eyes followed the petal as Tsukishima raised his head again. The pink petal slid down to settle snugly in between the curls beside his left ear. Yamaguchi suppressed a laugh by biting his lip.

“Do I have something on my face?” Tsukishima raised his brow in curiosity at the distracted employee.

“Ah, sorry! I-It’s just that um…” Yamaguchi replied. He hesitated before leaning against the counter before slowly retrieving the petal from Tsukishima’s hair. He leaned back and showed it to the confused customer to which he reacted unexpectedly to.

“A-Ah..Thank you.” Yamaguchi watched as the blonde’s usually composed face flushed bright red. His eyes began to shift away from Yamaguchi and his ears began to feel oddly hot. Yamaguchi felt like he had internally combusted at the sight of the flustered customer. He knew his own cheeks were mirroring the same red tint his customer had.

“The usual...please…” Tsukishima mumbled. Yamaguchi nodded slowly before rushing over to get the order. He didn’t know he would be able to ask Tsukishima for his number at that point. Both parties were far too flustered and Yamaguchi certainly didn’t want to make Tsukishima more uncomfortable than he should be. Besides, Yamaguchi would definitely stutter and fumble his words up before he can even reach the word “number”.

Then a bright idea came into his mind.

He delicately placed the two slices of perfectly white cakes into the box but didn’t close it up right then and there like usual. Yamaguchi hesitated before picking up his marker, glancing at the customer in front of the empty cash register. He couldn’t see it when he was right in front of Tsukishima but now that he was in front of the glass case, he could see the blonde customer fiddling with his own fingers under Yamaguchi’s line of sight back in his original spot. Yamaguchi bit his tongue hard, trying his best to not let a squeal out. It was truly the cutest sight he has ever seen.

Yamaguchi grabbed a couple of tissues and set them on the counter. He uncapped the black marker he had in his hand and was determined to write his own number on the tissue. His hands were shaking, causing the ink to form incoherent symbols instead of his number. He was about to discard it and try again but he caught Tsukishima peeping towards Yamaguchi to see what was taking him so long so without thinking further, he shoved the stack of tissues, including the one he scribbled in, into the box.

“Here you go, come again!” He said as he gave out the box with his still shaky hands.

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monday afternoons ♡ 10 (end)

➤ pairing : oikawa tooru x female reader (karasuno manager)

➤ chapter warnings : slowburn (?). teensy tiny manga spoiler that you probably won’t even notice

➤ summary : You just recently joined the Karasuno boy’s volleyball team as their first year manager. As you grow closer to your teammates, you also unexpectedly grow closer to one of their biggest rivals, Oikawa Tooru

➤ chapter word count: 1708

♡ masterpost ♡

-ˏˋ chapter tenˊˎ-

FRIDAY

5:48 PM

“All right everyone! Let’s start cleaning up!” Daichi announced after Coach Ukai finished wrapping up the day’s training session. You got up from the floor and did as you were told, grabbing the first crate of water bottles so you can clean them in the tap outside of the gym.

“Today is more peaceful than usual huh, Y/N-san?” Yamaguchi smiled, bending down to pick up the second crate of bottles, “Of course Noya-san and Tanaka-san was loud as ever but Hinata and Kageyama’s noisiness is just on a whole ‘nother level right?” He chuckled at his absent teammates. “Yeah.” You smiled back as you thought of the two first years who got held back by their teacher because they flopped in their test big time. Both you and Yamaguchi would kill to see the duo’s faces when Ono sensei told them that they would have to skip club activities and retake the test.

“But since Kageyama got held back, that would mean you would be going home alone again! Will you be okay? I’m sure Tsukki wouldn’t mind if you walked home with us!” He furrowed his brows, looking at you with concern. “I’ll be fine! Nothing happened yesterday anyway.” You lied through your teeth, recalling your memories of the third year Seijoh student waiting for you in front of the school gates. Though, you weren’t in any imminent danger so you comforted yourself with that thought as you lied to your friend.

The clean up session went by smoothly as usual and you said your goodbyes to your teammates to welcome the weekend. Yamaguchi was still concerned over you as you waved at him but thankfully Tsukishima dragged him off before he could ask you to walk home with him again.

The walk home was relaxingly quiet, only filled with the sound of your own footsteps and muffled car sounds from a distant street. You’ve been distracted the whole day as your brain kept replaying your encounter with Iwaizumi. And as if the world hasn't given you enough of your daily dose of Seijoh students, they decided to throw in another one different from last time.

Your feet stopped moving as the image of a brunette boy standing with his face down in front of your house. You couldn’t see his face and his hair was slightly different from usual but you knew who he was.

“What the fuck.” was all you managed to say as you stand steps away from the uninvited moping boy. As soon as the words left your mouth, the boy whipped his head up towards you, showing his dark circles even from afar.

“Y/N! I-” He started, about to run towards you but stopped last second as he saw your bewildered expressions on your face. You hated how seeing his hurt expression made you subconsciously feel bad for him. You weren’t supposed to feel any pity for him whatsoever but staying angry felt like the hardest thing to do in the moment.

Oikawa looked up towards you once again, his eyes slightly red, hesitating before speaking again. “Please let me explain. I know I’m supposed to do this ages ago but p-please.” His voice breaking towards the end.

You bit your lip as you let him continue.

“I was an idiot. I know I was. I took out my childish and petty anger towards Kageyama onto you because I’m such a selfish asshole.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t know how much you know but considering how you ghosted me, I guess you know the main idea. Yes, I did want to mess with you and pretend to be interested in you.”

Your breath hitched as all the thoughts in your mind were true. He had always been faking it and never found you remotely attractive. He only saw you as a toy to play with. You didn’t know who to be more mad at. Him or you for getting ahead of yourself and thinking you even had a chance with Oikawa.

“And I never meant to fall in love with you,” His voice was soft but was still plenty loud enough for you to hear.

“But I did.”

You cocked your head forward in shock. You stared at the boy in front of you without blinking, “I-I’m sorry, what?”

“I love you, Y/N.” His voice broke again. “I know what I’m saying is so unfair and so ridiculously insensitive but I’m telling the truth. I do love you.”

He took a deep breath as he fiddled with his fingers. His breath was shaky and his shoulders sagged low. “I only meant to go out with you a couple of times but time flies by so fast and I unconsciously kept asking you out because I wanted to see you so much. Being with you was so unexpectedly fun and you were just amazing to spend time with. I loved being with you so much that every Monday afternoon I would sprint my way to the station so I could see you quicker. I would fall on my way sometimes but I didn’t care. I just wanted to see you.”

You were speechless. All you could do was stare at him with your mouth hanging wide open. You were feeling an array of emotions ranging from confusion and glee.

“So please, Y/N.” He cried out softly as he started to slowly walk over to you, “let me make it up to you.”

“Give me a chance to make it up to you.” He grasped your idle hands and brought it up to his face where you felt his hot cheeks and tears against your bare hands.

MONDAY 3:10 PM

“Eh? Brazil? That’s so far away!” Yamaguchi stared at the red haired boy with bewildered eyes.

“Yep! I guess I won’t be attending get-togethers in the future.” Hinata smiled.

Two and a half years have passed. The third years and second years have long graduated and left the club in the first year’s hands. You’ve gone through all highs and lows of high school with the other four boys.

Two and a half years ago, you wouldn’t think you could fall in love with a sport you can’t even play. No matter how hard the boys tried their best at coaching you, you still can’t manage to spike a ball without somehow hitting it out of bounds.

“You sure you don’t want to come with us instead and get ramen, Y/N?” Hinata pouted as the five of you were inching towards the school gates.

“I’m sorry guys, but I really have to pass.” You sighed though a soft smile was evident on your face. “And Hinata, don’t get too attached to me, a certain someone will get jealous.”

“Nah he wouldn’t get jealous, that’s ridicu-”

“I would tho.”

The four of you stopped in your tracks to turn towards the setter who evidently looked confused. “Wow, never thought the king would be the jealous type,” Tsukishima scoffed, “gross.”

“What! How could you get jealous over that! I’ve watched you walk Y/N home for three years now and I’ve never said anything!” The red head bickered, punching the setter playfully on the stomach.

“T-That’s because I’m a man!”

“Damn, Kageyama, did Nishinoya-san teach you that?” Yamaguchi laughed at the odd character the raven haired setter had adopted last second.

“Sorry guys, I gotta run.” You loved spending time with your teammates especially how they get to be their rowdy selves since they finally got away from their juniors after retiring from the club but you forced yourself to pull away just for the day as you caught a glimpse of the familiar man waving at you from outside of school grounds.

“Hmph, fine.” Hinata pouted, crossing his arms dramatically.

“Later.”

“See you tomorrow Y/N!”

“Bye.”

You waved back to all of them before turning at your heel to run towards the man up front. “I’m sorry, Hinata forgot his wallet so we had to wait for him.” You explained out of breath.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Oikawa hummed as he patted your head. “Should we go?” He smiled at you, opening the passenger seat of his door to which you smiled back and nodded at.

The rest of the boys watched as the car they were so used to seeing picking you up grew smaller and smaller in the horizon. Yamaguchi’s eyes wandered over to his blonde friend who looked more fixated at the car than the other two were.

“Tsukki? You okay?” The retired captain said softly over the background of the bickering middle blocker and setter.

“I’m fine.” Tsukishima sighed, a forced smile crept up his face.

6:49 PM

“Hey.” You called out.

“Hm?” Oikawa’s muffled voice replied.

“Remember how we first met?” You said absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. OIkawa’s head finally left the crook of your neck and his brilliant brown eyes met yours.

“I wish I could. I was such an idiot.” He muttered before diving under the covers of his bed. You sighed in satisfaction. You loved bringing that topic up because you knew how much he hated it and how he acts all flustered about it. It was truly one of the rare ways to see the different and vulnerable side of Oikawa you rarely get to see.

“But you’re my idiot.” You hummed, diving under the covers as well before showering his head with kisses.

“You’re cruel.” He pouted. Though it was dark under the covers, his perfectly soft lips still glistened. You leaned in to give him a soft peck, “But you love me”

Oikawa’s fingers traced your jawline before cupping your cheeks, bringing them closer towards him before giving you a long sweet kiss. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy as soon as your lips got in contact with his again. No matter how many times you’ve done it before, the butterflies never seem to disappear.

“I love you, Y/N.” He messily slurred out as he pulled out from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“I love you too, Tooru.” You giggled before going in for another kiss on another fine Monday afternoon.

previous: -ˏˋ chapter nine ˊˎ-

A/N:

Gah! It’s finally done! My first ever Haikyuu fic is completed :’)

I started to write the plot three months ago and I never knew it would get any attention what so ever lmao. And honestly, I don’t know how my first fic would be a reader x oikawa one cause I truly hated Oikawa’s guts three months ago but I guess that hatred translated a bit to the plot. (I don’t hate him anymore uwu he’s baybe to me now)

I even impulsively added a lil kagehina for some spice HAHAHA and um someone get a love interest for Tsukki ASAP!!!

But thank you so much for reading this! I never thought I would get so much support on this and I plan on making even more fics!

I’m sorry if there was more drama and minimal fluff with Oikawa :’) And sorry if you thought the ending was rushed but I tried my best and I’ll try even harder next time!

Though I plan on making more x reader content, I’ll probably release more ship ff (mainly tsukkiyama, kuroken & bokuaka maybe?) Since that’s what im more good at.

Thank you everyone and I hope to see you in my next project!

(also i haven’t proof read this cuz i’m sleep deprived rn and i have school tomorrow so forgive me for any mistakes)

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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monday afternoons ♡ 9

➤ pairing : oikawa tooru x female reader (karasuno manager)

➤ chapter warnings : slowburn (?)

➤ chapter word count: 2355

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-ˏˋ chapter nine ˊˎ-

WEDNESDAY

4:45 PM

“Kindaichi, nice kill!” Iwaizumi’s voice boomed in the midst of the constant squeaking of volleyball shoes against the wooden floor. It was yet another busy afternoon practice session for Seijoh’s boy’s volleyball club for Iwaizumi Hajime. As the vice captain, he has a range of responsibilities to fulfill.

These responsibilities include keeping trouble makers in line.

“Kyotani! You’re late! Start stretching already!” Iwaizumi yelled at the second year student who came almost two hours late. The blonde buzzcut haired boy clicked his tongue at his senior but complied anyway.

Additionally, a vice captain should also help those in need.

“What’s the matter, Yahaba?” Iwaizumi approached his troubled looking junior who was staring at the volleyball in his hands. “Ah, Iwaizumi-san, I can’t seem to set the ball accurately enough in a high toss.” He muttered out of frustration. Iwaizumi being the resident wing spiker swallowed the lump in his throat as he attempted to find advice for the younger setter.

Of course, Yahaba’s worry can be eradicated with a snap of a finger if the club had one of the best all rounder players in the whole prefecture. Iwaizumi’s workload can certainly also be lifted if he had a reliable captain on his side.

If only Seijoh had such a good ace setter as their captain.

In reality, Seijoh did have one. Until that specific player, who happens to be the captain, decided to throw an emo fit suit for a thirteen year old boy going through puberty.

“I’m sorry, I know I should be asking Oikawa-san for advice but he’s just er…” Yahaba quietly said, confused on how to act around Oikawa with his sudden character change. “It’s fine, I’m sorry I can’t really help you with this but I’ll try asking that idiot when I can.” Iwaizumi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed at himself that he couldn’t help his junior.

As Yahaba shuffled away to practice his tosses, Iwaizumi caught the coach signaling him to come over. “Iwaizumi, are you sure you can’t do anything about him? We have a practice match after this.” Coach Irihata sighed, his eyes signalling to the brunette setter sitting absent minded in the corner of the gym. Iwaizumi closed his eyes and took a deep long breath before answering his head coach, “I’ll get him moving, don’t worry.”

Coach Irihata gave the vice captain a sympathetic smile. It has been two week since Y/N last spoke to Oikawa and his performance as a setter and human being in general has quickly deteriorated. Two to three days into the last two weeks, he was still acting normal though Iwaizumi has caught him spacing out a bit too much than usual but now that the two week mark has passed, Oikawa appeared to be a completely different person.

“Oi, Shittykawa.” The wing spiker huffed, kicking the setter’s foot lightly.

“What.”

“Get up.”

“You’re not my mom, you can’t tell me what to do.”

“I said GET UP” Iwaizumi snapped, kicking Oikawa’s foot harder than before. Oikawa rolled his eyes at his best friend but did as he was told.

Iwaizumi gathered the rest of the team towards Oikawa and him with his broad shoulders wide. “Alright everyone, we have Date Tech coming in a few minutes for a match or two so we better get straight sets okay?” Iwaizumi announced to the rest of the team. “Alright!” the array of high schoolers chanted.

“Whatever.”

4:50 PM

“Oikawa, it’s your turn to serve.” Matsukawa said as he handed the ball to his captain. Oikawa turned to the score board and sighed as it showed the ten point gap between his own team and Date Tech’s.

Oikawa walked over to the end of the court with the ball in his hands, bouncing it up and down before cracking his neck in an attempt to focus though all efforts diminished as high pitched screams filled the room.

“Oikawa senpai! Good luck!” A second year girl who Oikawa doesn’t even recognize screamed from the bleachers. The collection of high pitched squeals filled OIkawa’s ears. Iwaizumi smirked at himself, thinking that his girl-crazed friend would at least improve his mood by a little bit from hearing his female fans’ support but instead widened his eyes as he watched OIkawa click his tongue and gave them a death glare.

The court immediately fell silent from the unexpected gesture of the usually charismatic captain. Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s jaws dropped at the sight of him ignoring his fans he usually fawns over.

Oikawa took several steps back and proceeded to run forwards towards the court, throwing the ball up and slamming his hand hard at the ball.

“Out!” Sakunami, Date Tech’s libero yelled out a second before the ball slammed against the area beneath the white line that marked the court.

“Shit.’ Oikawa swore out loud as the rest of the Seijoh team swallowed the lump in their throats.

6:12 PM

Oikawa walked home under the quickly dimming sky with his hands in his pockets. His heart was far from content especially after losing to his opponent of the day. His phone was still in his right hand. His fingertips still had a sliver of hope for a buzz or two signifying Y/N’s texts.

“Quit following me.” Oikawa stopped in his tracks to whip his head back towards the ace of the team who was five steps away from him

Iwaizumi walked over to his friend and put his dominant hand on his shoulder before hitting him on the head. “We’ve been going to the same train station for three years now, don’t get ahead of yourself, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi growled.

Oikawa giggled, contradictory to Iwaizumi’s expectations. “What’s so funny? Have you finally lost your mind?” Iwaizumi raised his eyebrow at the boy.

“Nothing, it’s just that...Thank you, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa sighed softly, a bittersweet smile on his face.

“Ha? Are you thanking me for hitting you? Cause I can do a lot more after your shitty behaviour today.” Scowled Iwaizumi.

“I know I’ve been such a pain in the ass, I mean, more than usual, and surely if I were you I would’ve ditched my ass ages ago.” Oikawa started as Iwaizumi gawked at his unusual self awareness. “I know it sounds silly but hearing you call me that just made me relieved. At least someone in my life doesn’t hate me, y’know.” He continued softly.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“She does.”

“You’re right.”

“Iwa-chan’s an idiot! You’re supposed to comfort me more. Boo!” Oikawa pouted, throwing a fake tantrum before starting to walk forward again towards the station.

Iwaizumi jogged to catch up with his best friend, whose head was tilted down once again. Though he couldn’t see his face clearly through Oikawa's obnoxiously big hair, he could tell his facial expression went back to the one he has had for over two weeks.

“What would you say to her if you get to talk to her again?” Iwaizumi started the conversation again after walking in silence for a handful of minutes.

Oikawa hesitated, fumbling his walking pattern for a second. “I don’t know. I just want to see her again. Am I bad?” He asked though it sounded more rhetoric to Iwaizumi.

“No.” Iwaizumi put his hand on the lighter haired boy’s hair and ruffled it.

“But you better have something to say.” he said under his breath, quiet enough for Oikawa to not notice at all.

THURSDAY

6:08 PM

“Goodbye everyone!” You exclaimed to the rest of the team before hopping off the steps of the gym. You ran your fingers through your hair as you began to walk towards the school gates. It has been a while since you walked back home yourself. Kageyama had an english test the following day so Daichi made him and Hinata stay back so Tsukishima could tutor them for a while. Though you insisted on helping them, Kageyama affirmed that you should go first before it gets too dark. Though Kageyama was never the talkative type, not hearing a second set of footsteps along with yours made you feel a little bit lonely.

You skipped your way to the gates, feeling oddly happy before your eyes unexpectedly caught sight of a certain school’s white jacket. Your legs stopped moving instinctively. With the turquoise text printed on the back of the jacket, you had no doubt that it was an Aoba Johsai student.

Though upon further inspection, you sighed in relief as you noticed the back of the person’s head was nowhere close to Oikawa’s hair style. There was just simply no way for OIkawa’s curls to stand spiked up like the boy’s hair.

You quietly began to walk again, not giving the student a second thought before he promptly called out your name with his unrecognized raspy voice.

“Y/N?”

“Y-Yes?” You turned your head slowly towards the Seijoh student. You didn’t know how he knew your name or what business he had with you but you already had a bad feeling in your gut about him.

“Ah, Um, please don’t be afraid, I mean I guess I would be if I were in your shoes.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck, lowering his head slightly. “You might’ve heard of me. I’m Iwaizumi Hajime.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up immediately. That name didn’t take you long to recognize. With the amount of times Oikawa brought him up in conversations, only an idiot would forget the Iwaizumi Hajime, despite never meeting him.

Though fear, quickly turned to anger. Your head started to heat up as you balled your fists, turning sharply to face Oikawa’s best friend directly.

“Look, if Oikawa-san told you to come here just ge-”

“He didn’t tell me to! I’m not here for him- well, I am...but whatever you have in mind, it’s not it.” Iwaizumi frantically said, his hands waving in front of him though he retracted them quickly, avoiding giving you the wrong idea.

“Please. Just let me explain.” He started to speak again, but this time much softer. You watched as his thick eyebrows drooped as the amount of hope slowly began to slip in between his fingers.

“Make it quick.” You crossed your arms and prayed that none of the Karasuno team would bump into you and Iwaizumi.

“Oikawa...He really does care for you.” Iwaizumi started, biting his tongue right after to avoid the cringe expression he was dying to show after saying the phrase he just said to you. “And I don’t want to overstep anything, well I guess I already am since Oikawa doesn’t know that I’m here, but I’m not lying Y/N. I-It’s amazing how you actually managed to tame that bastard, actually. I’ve never seen him act like this before in the whole twelve years I've known that idiot.” He sighed.

Your eyes widened at the things the stranger you just met have said. Tame? Acting differently? You didn’t know what he was saying and you hate yourself for even having a conversation with Oikawa’s partner in crime but your curiosity got the better of you.

“What do you mean by acting differently?” You tried your best to remain indifferent and unbothered though snippets of your true intention probably have slipped out in between your words.

“Where do I even start! Man, Matsukawa and Hanamaki have been going insane after seeing him like that for too long.” Your ears perked up at the sound of two more familiar names you recognised from Oikawa’s conversations. “Well, for a start, all life and light has been sucked dry from him. He has resorted to one word replies and sighs to everything compared to his usual sickening monologues he drops every now and then. He, the guy who checks the mirror as many times as he blinks, shows up to school without even brushing his hair anymore. He has abandoned his pride and joy, volleyball, completely now, not even being able to serve properly without hitting the net or out of the court.” By the time he had finished saying his last word, Iwaizumi was gasping for air which you admittedly laughed at.

“Trust me, I could go on and on and I’m even sugar coating all this shit I’ve had to go through ‘cause of his dumbass!” He sighed.

“Now, I’m not going to force you to do anything but please, could you hear him out just for a while at least?” He begged, the desperation evident in his eyes. You bit your lip as your gaze traveled from the third year to the ground.

Before you could open your mouth, a sudden ringtone filled the surroundings of the deserted Karasuno school gates. “Ah shit, it’s Oikawa.” He swore as he checked his ringing phone. “I gotta get going, he’s not supposed to know that I’m here. Y/N, I’m sorry if I crossed a line, you don’t have to give me an answer now, just think about it, ‘kay?” He calmly sighed after sliding his still ringing phone back into his pocket. You didn’t know how to respond so all you could do was nod and bid him farewell.

The moment you got home, you threw all your belongings to a corner of your room and jumped into bed face first. It was all too overwhelming. You didn’t know what to do or what to say.

To forgive or to not forgive?

Did you want to see Oikawa again? Of course you did. But could you take the truth he would reveal? You knew deep in your heart ignoring him and leaving him without even hearing an explanation was childish and unfair but you knew you wouldn’t be able to take the truth. It would hurt even more if you heard it from his mouth instead of Hinata’s.

You grabbed your pillow and shoved your face into it harshly, drowning all light and letting yourself seep into the comforting darkness.

“I just want all of this to be over.” You whispered to yourself.

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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hi! Do you only do tsukkiyama ff or are you planning to do other ships too? (Not that im complaining abt tsukkiyama hehe) 🥺

I plan on doing other ships too! My requests are open so go drop any ship & scenario you want 🤠 (though im in the middle of writing another tsukkiyama one LMAOOO)

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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monday afternoons ♡ 8

➤ pairing : oikawa tooru x female reader (karasuno manager)

➤ chapter warnings : slowburn (?)

➤ chapter word count: 1732

♡ masterpost ♡

-ˏˋ chapter eight ˊˎ-

MONDAY 6:00 PM

“Bye everyone!” The second year libero enthusiastically yelled out before the whole team parted ways from Sakanoshita. The rest of the team mumbled out their farewells with drained energy from an intense practice session. You turned on your heel and began to walk side by side with Kageyama. Two whole weeks have passed since that confrontation with Tsukishima and you’ve made it your top priority on trying to regain their trust. Though, most of the team accepted your apology right off the bat, you still tried your best to be active in practice and be friendly with them.

“T-Today was though huh?” You started, referring to the hell-like receive training session the team just had that gifted everyone with new splotches of black and blue all over their arms. “Mhm” Kageyama hummed, his eyes and hands fixated at his unopened milk box. Your shoulders sank at his reply. Of course, there was nothing wrong with Kageyama’s answer. He was always the type to answer with the least amount of energy. A “Mhm”, “Yeah”, “Ok” was a typical Kageyama reply to everything but after what happened with Oikawa, you started to over analyze every reply he gave you. Surprisingly, he was one of the many who accepted your apology right away and just went on about his day like nothing happened, but you still can’t help but think he might have a grudge on you, though you know that he’s not the type of person to do so.

The walk continues in silence. The silence was suffocating to you and your mind raced to come up with conversational topics but Kageyama didn't feel a thing and walked as usual with a milk carton in his hand.

Ever since that day, you’ve stopped replying to Oikawa’s texts and calls. What Hinata said that day just made too much sense, all the insecurities and worries you had revolving around yours and Oikawa’s relationship just fit like a puzzle piece. He never made things official because he never wanted you to be his girlfriend. You were just a toy to piss off Kageyama and you played right into his palm like a fool.

You didn’t even bother asking him about it. You didn’t want to. You figured it would be too painful to hear it from him himself.

Though you kept ignoring him, he still repeatedly tried to text you and call you. Spamming your name in your chats every day for the last thirteen days but last night your chats were empty, with no texts from the Seijoh captain. You figured he finally got tired of chasing after his toy and gave up. But even though you were the one ignoring him, you felt a pain in your chest as you went to sleep last night.

You groaned internally as you watched your house loom closer and closer, cursing under your breath as you didn’t manage to spark a normal conversation with Kageyama.

And as if this whole situation couldn’t get any worse for you, your eyes spot the white blazer of a certain school. The two of you stopped in your tracks, your breath hitched in surprise as you saw Kageyama’s arm shielding you from the Seijoh captain. “Oikawa-san, what are you doing here.” Kageyama’s solemn tone echoed the empty streets.

“Y-Y/N! Where were you I wa-“

“Stop. Get lost already, she doesn’t want to hear it.” He barked at his senior. Before Oikawa can get another word in, Kageyama grabbed your wrist and pulled you away, leaving the brown haired setter at a loss for words in the middle of the dark neighbourhood.

12:03 AM

Oikawa rubbed his bleary eyes with his fists. He knows he shouldn’t be doing his but he couldn’t keep Y/N of his mind. He knew Iwaizumi would scold him the second he senses something and snatch his phone away. But he had to do it.

He turned his phone on and opened it to reveal his lockscreen which left a bittersweet feeling on the tip of his tongue. He swiped his thumb across the picture of his and Y/N’s hand intertwined together that he sneakily took one time she was distracted and unlocked it.

He bit his lip as he typed the two words onto Y/N’s empty chat.

“Good night”

The brown haired setter wanted to say so much more but he figured if he wanted to even make it out alive out of Iwaizumi’s lecture he was going to have to sit through the next day for disobeying his orders to just leave her alone, this was the most he could do.

He sighed as he tapped the send button. He knew she wasn’t going to reply just like the last two weeks but he still had hope.

Oikawa got up to turn off his bedroom lights before staggering back to the same spot he has been in for the last three hours. He covered his body with the covers, bringing his legs and arms closer to his chest. He went to bed with his hands close to his heart, his phone clutched tight in his fists.

TUESDAY 12:14 PM

Hanamaki and Matsukawa watched as their captain sighed at his phone for the eighth time since the lunch break started. The two third years exchanged glances, trying to get the other to ask what was wrong again. Hanamaki squinted hard at Matsukawa, silently arguing with his eyes that it was him who asked Oikawa yesterday to which Matsukawa argued back that he got to the rooftop first so he had to sit through more sighs and moping than him. The two continued to glare hard at each other as their captain signed for the ninth time that afternoon.

“What’s wrong?” Iwaizumi broke the silence amongst the three Aoba Johsai third years as he crept onto the rooftop with an armful of various colors of melon pan. Both Hanamaki and Matsukawa gave their friend a deadpan look on their face as he knew what the problem was. Iwaizumi sighed and proceeded to spike a plastic wrapped green melon pan straight to Oikawa’s downcast face.

“Man, get over yourself and tell them already!” Iwaizumi scowled at his unusually quiet best friend who would usually go ballistic if a bag of bread was hurled at his face. Oikawa sighed again and buried his head into his hands, “you tell them.” He mumbled.

Iwaizumi shook his head at his best friend and turned to his other friends as he commanded. “Basically, he started to fake date the new Karasuno manager to get back at Kageyama but he accidentally fell in love but the girl suddenly started to ghost him for some reason.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s not true! We’re not dating...yet…” Oikawa suddenly shot up. “Whatever! You get my point.” Iwaizumi barked back, rolling his eyes at him.

“Wow captain, fake dating? this is an all time low, even for you.” Hanamaki managed to stay, stifling his laughs, causing Oikawa’s face to retreat into his hands. “You? Actually falling in love with a girl? That’s new.” Matsukawa scoffed, reminiscing his captain’s old flirtatious ways with multiple girls at a time.

Oikawa sat silently as his friends laughed at him. He couldn’t even yell at them and defend himself because he knew they were right. He knew he would always play around with girls but to fake date a girl? He knew he would hate it if a girl were to fake like him but at the end he did end up liking Y/N so...it isn’t that bad...right?

“What’s the big deal? You’ll probably get over her after you go to a mixer like you usually do.” Matsukawa said through the bread he was munching on. “Yeah, what’s so special about her anyway?” The pink haired wing spiker chimed in.

“She’s special...she makes me feel so different.” Oikawa answered, his throat dry. Matsukawa, Hanamaki and Iwaizumi looked at eachother, not expecting such a pressing and soppy reply from their usually annoyingly playful friend who’s never serious about anything other than volleyball.

“I-It’s like I feel like I can be myself, the me I only show the closest people around me, the me I’m around you guys,” Oikawa took a deep breath, not caring about the looks on his friends’ faces, “I mean, you guys know how I’m with when I’m around other girls. Pathetic, fake, disgusting-”

“You said it, not me.” Hanamaki mumbled before getting elbowed on the stomach by the Seijoh ace.

“She makes me all...fuzzy and feel like the whole world is in technicolor. I-I’ve never felt it before but I don’t think I hate it. I don’t know exactly what is it but I think it’s L-”

“Love.” Iwaizumi cut off, “Sorry, had to finish off your sentence before these two start vomiting.” He pointed to the two third years squirming on the ground at Oikawa’s words.

6:05 PM

Oikawa sighed as he faced the darkening sky with his best friend by his side. His ever so silent phone still tight in his right hand, his palm starts getting clammy as the words he planned to say resonated in his mind.

“Iwa-chan?” He quietly said as the two walked home from practice.

“Hm?” Iwaizumi replied as Oikawa expected.

“Remember the one thing you told me not to do?”

“Yes.”

“I did it.”

“I know.”

Oikawa took his eyes off the sky and to his best friend, “You knew?”. Iwaizumi scoffed at his flustered friend, “How could I not? You were staring at your phone like some freak.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes watched as his best friend’s shoulders sagged even more. It would kill him to admit it but it pained him to see how down Oikawa was.

“But,” Iwaizumi started, causing Oikawa to flinch, expecting the long awaited lecture and yelling. “What I didn’t know was that she was that important to you.” He said in a calm demeanor, confusing his friend with the unexpected behaviour.

“She is.” Oikawa coughed, for his throat suddenly felt the driest it has ever been. Iwaizumi abruptly put his hand in the midst of Oikawa’s curls, bringing his head closer to his shoulder.

“She’s so important to me.” Oikawa tried his best to blink away his hot tears that accumulated in his eyes.

next: -ˏˋ chapter nine ˊˎ-

previous: -ˏˋ chapter seven ˊˎ-

A/N

I am sleep deprived from moving across town and never ending assignments so i’m so sorry this took so long and i didn’t proofread this chapter so i’m sorry too lmaoo. I plan to soon though so please ignore any mistakes I made this chapter

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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Hi! Can I please request a matchup, if its not to much to ask. I’m a 5’1 pan female with long hair that fades from red to blonde. I am very curvy/busty and I am very insecure about it. I am very intelligent, shy, and get flustered easily. I love to play the ukulele and sing! I often find myself getting lost in books for hours... I have been bullied, so i tend to shut myself out from others. I’m also an INTJ, Aquarius and Hufflepuff! Thank you so much!

I match you with ♡ tendou satori ♡

How you two met

you’re a first year in Shiratorizawa and is classmates with Goshiki

You forgot to return his english notebook you borrowed one day and remembered that there was going to be a test tomorrow so he wouldn’t be able to study if you didn’t return it to him right away

You tried to find the gym where the volleyball club was practicing in but you got lost since you’re still a first year and the campus is humungous.

You managed to go to every gym there was in school, except the volleyball club’s

Exhausted, you leaned your forehead against the wall to try to recharge your energy.

“Um, hello, are you alright?”

You were embarrassed that someone caught you looking like an idiot and you were about to make up an excuse until you saw what was in the red haired upperclassmen’s arms.

“V-volleyballs!” You unconsciously blurted out.

After you managed to calm down after that embarrassing encounter, you explained who you needed to find, he walked you to the gym

How he confessed

“H-here, Y/N have my notebook! Make sure to return it to me after school! Bye then!” Goshiki blurted out, showing the notebook in your hands two seconds after the final bell rang before running off to practice.

The routine of Goshiki lending you stuff and asking you to return it while he’s at practice has been occurring for a while now

He always looked like he was held at gunpoint whenever he gave you his things so you found that suspicious

But you never catch him in time to question him. He runs off before you can get a single word in. He also avoids you in class.

“G-Goshiki-san...I have your notebook with me…” You managed to croak out as you popped your head into the gym filled with flying volleyballs

“Thank you!” He said before taking off with the notebook he just gave you ten minutes ago

As if he was trying to get you in the gym deliberately

You catched tendou waving at you so you hesitantly waved back, your cheeks flushing up as red as yours and tendou’s hair

As you walked away from the gym, flustered at the upperclassmen’s attention towards you, Tendou slipped a 1,000 yen bill towards Goshiki, to which he hesitantly but eventually took.

This routine continued on for another month and your interactions with Tendou slowly increased.

At some point, he started taking Goshiki’s things from you instead of your own classmate himself and you make small talk with him.

50% of the chats are incoherent mumbles from your flustered self but Tendou doesn’t seem to mind

But one day, instead of books, Goshiki hands you an envelope with a letter inside.

“Will you go on a date with me? -Tendou”

You went to the gym with beet red cheeks and ears, returning the letter back to its rightful owner but with a big fat yes scribbled across the empty back page

You went back to your dorm room with a post it note with Tendou’s number on it and a racing heart

Dating

it was hard to open up to him because of your past but he does not mind one bit and understands since he went through the same thing once

You both like to read together a lot. Though he mostly reads jump magazines, it still counts as reading (he insists)

You two rarely go on dates but when you do, he insists on going to places you want to go to.

“It doesn’t matter where we go, cause I’ll always have fun with you beside me” He said with a goofy smile which made your face turn ten shades redder.

Surprisingly romantic, he likes to buy you dessert during break times and drop by your class (when you’re not spending breaks together) just to see you, even if it was only for a few minutes

He loves to hear you sing and play the ukulele

He has even asked you to teach him how to play it but after multiple tries, you two agreed that his hands were just built for volleyball

He has a sweet tooth and gets all giddy when you give him chocolate so you try your best to pick up chocolate for him when you go on a grocery run

He LOVES to hype you up, he absolutely believes that you’re the most beautiful person ever and he makes that VERY clear to you and everyone around you.

He tried to introduce you to his best friend, Ushijima, but he still scares you, no matter how much Tendou tries to get you two to be friendly

Despite his busy schedule as a senior and volleyball club member, he tries his best to make his own chocolate (which tastes bomb) to give to you for special occasions like birthdays, anniversaries, valentines and after exams.

He looks at you in matches every time he got annoyed by his opponents so he can calm down and focus

Coach Washijou yells at him for it but he simply does not care

He winks at you from time to time and blows you a kiss from the court which just increases your heart rate to an alarming speed

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#fan fiction #haikyuu fan fiction #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #hq #tendou satori #tendou #tendo #tendo satori #satori tendou #haikyuu matchups #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #shiratorizawa

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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Would you ever consider doing a tag list for slow burn? I've put on your post notifications but I still keep missing the updates 😫

Sure i’ll make one! And thank u for having ur notifs on 🥺

If anyone else wants to be on the tag list just send an ask or something :-)

#answered ask #haikyuu!!

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rosemarypasta · 4 years

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monday afternoons ♡ 7

➤ pairing : oikawa tooru x female reader (karasuno manager)

➤ chapter warnings : slowburn (?)

➤ chapter word count: 2090

♡ masterpost ♡

-ˏˋ chapter seven ˊˎ-

MONDAY

5:50 PM

“Shall we head home then?” Oikawa smiled. You grinned as a reply. He expectedly extended his hand towards you and you gladly took it.

Three months have passed and a lot has happened though nothing out of the ordinary occured. You got drowned by high school assignments and responsibilities, the Karasuno boys trained harder than ever to reach nationals, you joined them for a weekend-long training camp in Tokyo, and most importantly, you have been hanging out with the Seijoh captain on an almost weekly basis now.

You wished to hang out with him every Monday but to not blow your cover, you forced yourself to attend some Monday practices, hoping the team wouldn’t catch on to your pattern and find out what you’ve been doing all this time. Though, you tried to not worry as much, remembering how nearly half of the team are simple minded and would probably never catch on. Besides, you had a variety of excuses to use so you’ve never ditched practice without a convincing reason.

“Man, that plot twist was unreal!” Oikawa reminisced about the movie the two of you just saw as you walked back home, hands still connected. Your eyes wandered to your intertwined hands. You remembered the first time you held hands with him. It was after one of your dates a month ago and when he extended his hand for the first time you didn’t know what he was doing so you started a second too long before he burst out laughing, telling you to take his hand on the way home. You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up when recalling that embarrassing moment but you couldn’t help it. He was the first guy you’ve done this to anyway so it was an inevitable and natural reaction.

You looked up to his bright and smiling face. Though everything seems to go smoothly, you can’t help but tend to the problem you had in mind in the back of your head. It has been over three months since he asked you to the first date but little to no romantic progress has been made. You were confident that Oikawa didn’t dislike you, afterall, he’s the one that keeps on making plans with you and the two of you surprisingly had good chemistry with each other so how has three months passed without a confession? The only thing that has changed was the fact that you two now hold hands occasionally but it wasn’t enough.

Though at times you question your own romantic standards. Perhaps you’ve watched too many romance films that it started to give you a false sense of relationships. Besides, Oikawa is the experienced one of the two so you figured the pace the two of you were going was realistic. You weren’t the protagonist of a romance novel anyway.

Maybe slow is good. Maybe in real life standards, this isn’t even that slow.

5:55 PM

“Tsukishima!” Sugawara called, tossing the ball right in front of the net.

Tsukishima complied happily. He ran up to the net, jumped with all his might and with a sharp flick of his arm, he slammed his palm hard against the ball, spiking it down to the opponent’s side of the court.

“Tsukki! Nice kill!” Yamaguchi’s voice rang from the sidelines as the tall blonde descended from the air after spiking a ball through Hinata and Kageyama’s double block. Coach Ukai’s whistle went out, announcing the victory of Tsukishima, Sugawara, and Asahi in one of their many three on three matches of the day.

Tsukishima watched his stinging red hand. It hurted but it oddly felt satisfying. He was oddly active in practice that day and he knew he wasn’t the only one who noticed his change of behaviour but no one made snarky comments so he didn’t mind. He oddly craved doing spikes more than usual as he figured hitting something or anything hard enough will ease his pent up anger. Tsukishima pretends he doesn’t know why he was feeling tense but deep down, he knew what he was feeling. He just thought voicing his actual concern would be pathetic.

Tsukishima brought the collar of his T-shirt up to his nose and wiped the sweat off his nose. His eyes wander to the barren bench beside the score board, only occupied by the raven haired manager. He clicks his tongue at the sight.

“Tsukki? What’s up?” Yamaguchi trailed his scowling best friend, his hands full with volleyballs. “Huh? What’s going on? Tsukishima’s mad?” The mini sized middle blocker shadowed the taller green haired one, a folded net in his hands. Tsukishima debated whether voicing his concern to his simpleton teammates would even benefit him in the slightest.

“He’s mad? What’s new?” The dark haired setter mumbled behind Hinata, which ticked Tsukishima off even more than before. “Well don’t you think it’s kind of suspicious how miss manager is always gone on Mondays?” His tone was sharp with no doubt in his voice but to his disappointment, his three fellow first years had a blank expression on their faces.

“You mean Y/N?” Kageyama replied to his bitter dialogue with an eyebrow raised. Tsukkishima opened his mouth to talk further but the raw stinging of his hand reminded how energy deprived he was now and figured it was impossible to get these kinds of things past their thick skulls so resolved to closing his mouth back again.

“Y/N-san is visiting the dentist today right? Daichi-san mentioned it earlier, Tsukki.” Yamaguchi cheerfully patted the taller boy on the shoulder, thinking he was informing his dear friend. The blond stared at his innocent and oblivious friend. Out of the three, he figured Yamaguchi would at least be the one to meet him halfway on his accusation but he watched as his childhood friend skipped off to the storage room to put the balls away for the day.

Tsukkishima was disappointed, but certainly not surprised.

6:02 PM

“Yeah so Iwa-chan hit me on the head a bit too hard and we had to cancel practice that afternoon cause they all had to rush their precious captain to the school infirmary!” He chuckled, to which you burst out laughing. “Ah, what a shame, we’re almost home. I was about to tell you what I made Iwa-chan do to make it up to me after all that ruckus.” Oikawa sighed as the neighbourhood park began to loom closer.

“Don’t worry, you can tell me next week.” You hummed, swinging your connected hands. “Sure.” Oikawa smiled.

It was the perfect way to end a date. The chain of giggles, the warm sunset, the cold afternoon breeze, and an unexpected visit from your volleyball teammate.

Wait.

An unexpected visit from your volleyball teammate?

Your eyes widened at the sight of the familiar towering blond boy, leaning against one of many vending machines available throughout the neighbourhood. Right as you noticed him, his eyes which were previously fixated on his phone, raised up and met yours as if he was waiting for you to arrive.

“So, how many cavities did the dentist say you have?” He spoke through gritted teeth with a rare smile on his face.

TUE 5:34 PM

The day after you got busted by Tsukishima, he has been trying to corner you all day long.

Morning practices, in between classes, lunch break, and after school practice. It was easy to avoid him during morning practices since you were around the guys and you never left Shimizu’s side and during school hours you stuck with Yachi. But now that practice is coming to an end and everyone is dispersed all around the gym cleaning up, you crossed your fingers that you didn’t get dragged out by Tsukishima.

You tried your best to clean up as fast as you could, even going out of your way to help Kageyama out with his tasks so the two of you could zoom out of practice immediately. You rushed in the storage room after finally mopping the floor clean from the sweat the boys accumulated. You were about to store the mop in your hands and drag Kageyama out of the gym but a tall looming figure appeared behind you.

“We finally get the chance to talk, hm? Y/N-san?” Tsukishima said in a low voice through gritted teeth, evidently pissed off from being avoided the whole day.

“I-Is there something wrong, Tsukishima?” You managed to breathe out, still clenching to the mop, not realizing that your knuckles had turned white. A mixture of guilt, anger and shame bubbled up. You didn’t know what to do and what to say. All you felt like doing was to cry but what for? It’s certainly not anyone’s fault but yours for lying to your team. Tears began to well up but you blinked them down. You couldn’t blame Tsukishima for being upset, you deserved a yelling or two and you knew how bad it looked from an outsider’s point of view how the scene of a towering boy cornering a seemingly crying girl. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the hot tears accumulating from your frustration and disappointment at yourself.

But as if the whole world was playing a prank on you, the expected happened.

“Tsukishima what the hell?” The raven haired setter barked. Tsukishima looked back with the same half-lidded look on his face, his hands still in his jacket pockets. “What?” His monotone voice spoke. He opened his mouth to speak more but instead got slammed against the wall, his shirt balled into Kageyama’s fist. The sudden action knocked the shelf beside them and made certain equipment come crashing to the ground.The chaos brought the attention of the whole team, Daichi, Hinata and Tanaka rushed into the room head first.

“Kagey-” You attempted to say.

“What the hell is up with you? Don’t think I didn’t notice you eyeing Y/N all day? I can get why you despise me but what the hell did Y/N ever do to you?” He spat, his face was just inches away from the tall middle blocker.

Tsukishima’s lips pressed into a smirk, unfazed by his teammate’s outburst. “Man, King-sama, first it was slamming Hinata to the ground and now me to the wall? I knew your words were harsh but I didn’t know your actions wouldn’t be a one time thing.” He spoke, his eyes locked on the setter. “You always complain about me not giving my all in practice but what about miss Y/N here hm? A king should always practice equality on his subjects.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I knew you were lacking some screws up there but I never knew you would be this dense.” His lips now pressed into a forced smile. He laid his hand on Kageyama’s fist and yanked it hard, forcing him to release his now wrinkled shirt. “Well, here’s a hint to get your idiotic brain a jumpstart, haven’t you ever wondered why Y/N keeps on skipping Monday practices?”

“Monday as in yesterday? Y/N had a dentist appointment right?” Hinata’s bright voice out of nowhere spoke, making the two boys’ heads turn to the overcrowded storage room entrance.

“If you count playing hooky with Oikawa-san as a visit to the dentist, then yes, sure.” Tsukishima replied through his gritted teeth, trying his best to not insult the oblivious middle blocker even more.

“Oikawa? As in Oikawa from Seijoh? How’d you know?” Nishinoya chimed in, sticking his head into the room in curiosity with his eyebrows furrowed. Everyone’s eyes turned to you. “I happen to be walking through Y/N’s neighbourhood yesterday and bumped into them all giddy and holding hands.” Everyone’s eyes turned to you. You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was admit it at this point but none of the words were coming out.

“Is that true, Y/N?” Daichi’s calm demeanor made your guilt settle deeper into your chest. You nodded slowly. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with any of them. You feel like you have disappointed them.

“Why Oikawa? That no good pretty boy probably got other gir-”

“Tanaka!” Daichi barked.

“What if he’s just dating Y/N to get back at Kageyama?”

Hinata’s innocence blurted the thoughts that everyone feared to be true. The momentary chaos in the dark storage room came to a stop and as this realisation hit you, hot tears started to run down your cheeks.

next: -ˏˋ chapter eight ˊˎ-

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