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godkeis · 2 years

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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

characters: t. kei, k. tobio & k. shinsuke

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: around 1k

content warnings: arguments, blaming, cursing, mentions of insecurity

summary: how would haikyuu boys react when you walk out during an argument part one.

part ii. | part iii.

TSUKISHIMA KEI

Arguments with Kei usually arise whenever he starts crossing the line with his snarky and sarcastic remarks. There are times when he doesn’t know to limit himself when he blurts out things as if they are some kind of joke most of the time. When you started opening up to him regarding your recent insecurity and he slammed you with a sarcastic response, you felt awfully shit. It took you a muster of courage to bring it up to Kei yet, he didn’t see it as something serious.

“Seriously Kei? You know how hard it is for me to open up with how I feel and yet, you made me feel like shit.”

“What Y/N? I was just joking, don’t be so pressed about it.” You felt your blood boiling with how he perceived your point of view.

“Pressed? Are you fucking kidding me Tsukishima?” You never call him with his last name except for today because you had enough of him.

“If you’re going to continue treating me like this then I have no choice but to leave.”

You spat and pulled your heavy heart up to walk out of Kei’s apartment. Kei felt a shiver down his spine as he watched your figure slowly moving away from him. For the first time in his whole life, he felt a massive fear strike down his insides, fingers curling into his palms. When you shut the door of his apartment quietly, Kei swore he saw his whole life flashback in his eyes.

“I..fuck. I fucked up so much.”

Letting out a heavy breath, Kei stood up and hurriedly followed you before you could even slip away from his life. When he opened the door, he saw your figure walking away not so far from his door. With all his speed, he ran towards you and softly grabbed your arm just above your elbow so that he could see your face. But when he saw that you were crying messily, his heart ached and broke down. The fact that you were crying because of him broke him so much inside.

“I’m…so sorry, Y/N. I crossed the line.” He said softly, keeping the eye contact.

The following hours were spent with him holding you in his chest as you cry your heart out. Kei will listen to your sobs as he caresses your back. Once you calmed down, he will start apologizing sincerely more and will make no excuse for what he has done to you.

Days after that, Kei was extra sweet and will often check you out, especially with your mental and emotional stability. He never wanted to see you turning your back from him as you walk away because he’ll never be able to forgive himself if you leave him, especially when he’s the reason why.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Tobio thinks of nothing but volleyball. If he will be asked to pick anything versus volleyball, he'll definitely pick the latter. You don’t have an issue with this because, in the first place, you know what you are going into when you committed with Tobio.

However, when Tobio starts to get injured frequently, you began worrying like mad crazy. Tobio has the habit of over practising himself that’s why you were trying to convince him to take a break and only practice during his official practice hours.

“Are you trying to change my mind about playing volleyball? Because it’s not going to happen, Y/N.”

However, he thought of it the other way around.

“What? I am not trying to change your mind, Tobio. My side is that you have to rest too. You cannot overwork yourself and come home limping every single day because it hurts me and it hurts you too!”

“You know what? If you’re not going to support me with volleyball then leave. I don’t need someone who cannot understand how important my career is.”

Your heart shattered into pieces when he flipped the whole goddamn conversation into something else. You felt your insides being twisted with your significant other asking you to leave.

“Tobio, I have been supporting you since day one and you know I will always support you. However, if it's going to lead you to self-destruction then you’ll lose a supporter.”

With teary eyes, you pulled yourself up and walked out straight of his apartment. In a matter of seconds, Tobio realized that you left for real. As he watched you walk away from him, Tobio knows that he’s about to lose you for real.

“Shit shit, no! Y/N!”

He yelled but you chose not to look back because if you do, you know you’ll fall for him again. But Tobio is a fast runner and caught up with you immediately.

“Please…No. I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I..am sorry, love.” Tobio breathed out, hands resting on your shoulder for support because his foot hurt like hell.

Tobio knows he didn’t mean any of the words he said to you. Losing you was the last thing he wanted to happen in his life and he knows that if he lost you, he’ll never be able to pick up the volleyball again because it’ll scar him forever that you left because of it. You got a point, you were just concerned and he’s being stubborn.

Melting into your boyfriend’s arm, you took him back to the apartment. A couple of hours later were spent in the living room with you icing his bruised foot and booking an appointment trip to the hospital the next day. Turns out that he sprained his foot and will be needing at least a week of rest.

Tobio will probably be silent the following days, reflecting on his words and actions however, he’ll also reach a breaking point and apologize to you with all his heart. He cannot stand the fact that he told you to leave yet, you’re here, taking care of him like there’s no tomorrow. He’s a goddamn lucky one.

KITA SHINSUKE

We all know that Shinsuke is pretty strict with how he keeps things in his life organized. He follows a strict routine every day and is calm with life. However, when he encounters people that are not as efficient as him, there’s a tendency that he’ll lose control and will try to control your life.

You explained to Shinsuke that both of you have different approaches to how you deal with things in life. If he’s someone that doesn’t give a shit about some things in life, you’re the type to let everything sink in first before moving forward.

But this particular argument burst your last ounce of patience with explaining to him because he invalidated your feelings.

“Shinsuke, how many times do I have to explain to you that I cannot just push myself to do things that I cannot do at the moment? I am having a slump day and the least you can do is either offer me comfort or just leave me alone.”

“How long are you going to stay like that? The world will not stop for you just because you’re sad. Stop acting like that and do what you have to do.”

Shinsuke didn’t realize the impact of his words not until he heard no response from you. Turning to see you once more, he saw you wearing a blank expression. Honestly, he got a point but what matters the most for you at the moment is how you feel your emotions first before you heal and move forward. And Shinsuke just invalidated that.

“Okay.” You replied, standing up from your seat, and heading towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Shinsuke asked with arms crossing against his chest.

“Out.” With that, you didn’t even bother to wait for his response and exited the apartment. Shinsuke was confused at first but he figured out you wanted some space right now. Sighing, he didn’t chase you and continued with his daily routine.

Outside was you, heart heavy as you let yourself get lost with your slump day. You thought that going for a walk alone was actually nice and helped you clear your thoughts out of your head so you let yourself walk for hours without a destination.

On the other hand, Shinsuke already finished his afternoon routine and was just lounging around the living room. Glancing at his phone, he saw that the sun will set soon and realized that it has been hours since you left and you didn’t text him a single message.

Panicking, hen rang your number a few times.

“Shin-”

“Y/N, where are you?”

You heard things rummaging around in the background followed by keys jiggling. Eventually, Shinsuke came to pick you up because it’s getting late and he’s worried. When Shinsuke found you sitting on the bench by the river, he swear he felt calmness and peace inside with you.

“I’m sorry, darling. I invalidated how you feel.”

Shinsuke will speak softly to you and will not hesitate to acknowledge his mistakes. If you chose to stay silent, he’ll understand it and will just watch the sunset with you. Shinsuke knows that it’s his mistake and he’s in no place to decide when to be forgiven. He may look calm but he’s actually felt fear inside because he doesn’t want to lose you.

If you decided to forgive him, Shinsuke will squeeze your hand as a sign of affirmation and comfort. No matter what decision you’ll pick, expect that Shinsuke will spend the following days making it up to you with his small actions.

He wanted you to feel safe and loved with him because you are one of the things that he treasures the most.

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fischltao · 2 years

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AFTER

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn! reader

summary: tsukishima worries about your future together

warnings: tsukishima and the reader are third years, angst, fluff, heavily inspired by horimiya, swearing, kind of crack? tsuki is baby

a/n: my latest fics have been getting a lot of feedback lately, thank you everyone for your kind words, hope you enjoy this one as well <3 wrote this while listening to be my angel by mazzy star

"just be my angel if you love me, be my angel in the night"

when you met tsukishima kei in your first year in karasuno high, you would've never expected the outcome of that fateful meeting. you had both been a classmate of his and a manager in his volleyball club so crossing paths was bound to be. soon after your first encounter, you fell in love with each other. a small crush that soon blossomed into a wonderful two year relationship.

and two years later, as your salty boyfriend sat across from you in a study date he failed to realize that for the past 30 minutes he hadn't read a single sentence in his textbook and, instead he had been spacing out and staring out the window. he had never thought about what it would've been like being apart from you, there had had never been an actual reason to think so after all. yet a comment by his older brother felt like a slap throwing him back to real life.

"you both are third years now! do you think you'll be together after graduation"

will we be together after graduation? will they want to be with me still? what is going to happen after graduation?

it had been bothering him for a while actually. of course he could've talked to you and the pair of you would communicate your way out of it. however it scared him to think about confronting you about it because what would happen if you still didn't want to be with him after graduation? would you be over right then and there?

he snapped out of his thoughts the moment you settled over his lap and squished his cheeks together, a habit you picked up during your time together whenever you noticed him spacing out. he always acted annoyed but truth is, he loved it. he loved everything about you.

"what's gotten you staring at your neighbors' fence like that? do you not like their new one?" you joked, moving your head to playfully bite at his neck as he kissed your forehead. you expected him to act like he was disgusted and pinch your leg or something but you were surprised when all he did was pull you closer and hug you tighter against his chest "baby whats wrong?"

"nothing's wrong idiot" he whispered tilting his head to rest at the curve where your neck meets your shoulder

"then why are you clinging on me like a koala, hm? not saying that i mind but you need to talk to me kei, i'm here for you" and he knew it. he knew that you loved him just as much as he loved you, which made it harder for him because even if you loved him now, would you grow apart after high school?

"will you still be here after we graduate?"

"in miyagi? yes babe I'll be attending college in sendai city, i thought we talked about this before, didn't we?"

"no idiot i know i mean-" pause "here"

"oh" he wasnt really sure if he liked your reaction. maybe he should've been more prepared before asking you because his nerves had been eating him alive, waiting for you to answer and god were you taking your sweet time"i guess it's time right?"

if he thought he was about to have a heart attack earlier, he definitely would now.

"time for what baby?"

"please make it quick kei"

"what the hell are you talking about"

"huh?" and it was then that he pushed his head off your shoulder to look at you, both of you staring at each other in confusion "oh you're not going to break up with me? ive thought about this a lot and i figured you wouldn't want to be with me after we graduate so i guessed you would just break up with me now"

he looked at you as if you just hit his mother's head with a cast iron pan.

"STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT IT SCARES ME"

what you didn't expect next was for him to burst out laughing. and now it was your turn to look at him like he hit your mother's head with a cast iron pan.

"you idiot" he exclaimed in between laughter "i thought you wanted to break up with me"

"be fucking for real"

"im serious"

"kei why would i not wanna be with you? i love you"

"i don't know, i thought that maybe you'd want to do other stuff after high school that wouldn't include me- well us. akiteru asked me if we'd still be together after graduation and i didn't know what to say, it kind of took me out" he said,now fully serious "but i dont care about graduating or anything i-i dont want to be apart from you you know? your stupid ass has grown on me"

"yeah i would hope so after two years" you deadpanned "you should've talked to me about it, i-i was thinking the same thing, guess we both worried over nothing, huh?" and with that you laid your haid on his shoulder once again, tracing shapes on his chest with your fingers of the hand that wasnt latched in his sweatshirt.

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"marry me in the future, will you?"

"i'd marry you in any life,kei"

the end.

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yukkeykiss · 1 year

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Kiss?

Tsukishima Kei x GN!Reader

Content: fwuff!!! just fluff :>

A/N: i forgot i wrote this ww

"Tsukki?"

"Hm?"

"Kiss?"

Tsukishima sighed as he faced you, narrowing his eyes at you to observe your face. Though he gives in and leans close, pecking you on the lips.

"You better be studying." he said, pointing a finger as if to warn you.

With a smile, you nodded your head and went back to looking at your notes.

This has been going on for a while since he arrived at your home. You asking for a kiss is normal, what's not normal is you asking for one every 5 minutes. It's not that he's against it, just confused and it leaves him flustered.

It flusters him that he can't focus on his studies, that he looks forward to the next time you'll be asking for a kiss. Waiting eagerly for you to face him, glancing every second to brace himself for when you ask.

God he's whipped for you.

The more he thinks about kissing you, the faster the seconds tick by. As he gets distracted by thinking of giving you more than a peck, he almost doesn't hear the way you call out to him.

"Tsukki? Are you okay?"

Snapping out of his trance, he quickly faces you and nods his head, a small blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, just got caught up on this question." he points at a random question in his book.

"Oh, do you need help then?" you asked, the smile on your lips seemed to say that you have caught him in his daze.

Seeing the coy smile on you, he clicked his tongue and shook his head, facing his notes on the desk "No."

With a giggle, you leaned your cheek on your hand, arm propped against the desk as you admired his side profile. He didn't seem to notice your staring from how occupied he is with his mind.

"Tsukki?"

"Yes?"

"Kiss?"

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veraghost · 2 years

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sleepy in a sundress ❤️‍🔥

wrote this for @134340am ‘s Sundress szn collab! hope u enjoy! ps, this is my first time writing in awhile!

w/c: 2.7k

cw; nsfw scenes, penatrative sex, breeding, heat stroke, oral sex (f recieving), somnophilia, begging, softieshima, overstumulation (slight) if i missed any, please let me know

In the middle of summer, when your apartment is scorching hot, when your skin is sticky with sweat, you need to find some way to cool down. The solution being short dresses and little to no clothing. Although your A/C is blasting at every hour of the day, the heat always overpowers it, making almost everything inside hot - borderline uncomfortable. So when Tsukishima proposed the idea of going to the park, you quickly ran to your shared bedroom and found the beautiful sundress you had bought in secret just for this moment.

After hastily putting your sundress on - eager to get out of the house - you spend five minutes trying to get the zipper in the back up, struggling internally, but not asking your lovely boyfriend - you wouldn’t hear the end of it until he was asleep later that day. “Y/N? What’s taking you so long, I wanna go soon or else we’ll miss the ice cream truck!” Tsukishima yells from the entrance to your apartment. Admitting defeat, you walk out of your bedroom and turn around without a word.

“You seriously spent the last five minutes trying to get up the zipper?” He asks, and you can hear him making fun of you, he thinks he’s good at hiding his tone but you’ve been dating since the start of third year, you know him like the back of your hand. “Yes Kei, I did. Now are you going to help me or are you going to make us stay in this apartment for longer? We’ll miss the ice cream truck.” You snap back, not wanting to hear it from him today.

“Yeah, what do you think I’m trying to do?” You can hear some strain in his voice, almost like he's struggling with the zipper himself. “Fuckin’ finally,” he sighs out, and you feel the zipper go up your back, “as much as I love this dress on you, please don’t wear it out often - that zipper is a bitch.” He says, quickly slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the apartment, locks the door, and brings you outside.

“So what’s our plan, Kei?” You ask curiously, he didn’t tell you much when he brought up going to the park, since you’re always working you haven’t experienced the fun side of summer since it started. When Kei forced you to take a couple days vacation to finally spend some time with you, you reluctantly agreed, missing his touch and everything else about him. Now that you’ve finally had a touch of life with him again - outside your shared apartment - you don’t know if you ever want to go back to work.

“First things first, we gotta get to the ice cream truck, Yamaguchi won’t stop talking about how good the ice cream is there, then maybe we just walk around the park?” He suggests, and you couldn’t care less what you do, as long as you have some quality time with him at some point, you’d be happy with just sitting beside him as he reads his books. “Sounds perfect, baby.” You agree before taking your hand in his and starting your walk to the park a couple blocks away.

You forgot how beautiful New York City is, how even though the city tends to smell ratchet, that near Central Park life seemed to become more vibrant, the colours being bright and full of life, the people laughing and conversing with each other, simply enjoying their lives. You haven’t been able to feel this kind of freedom since you got your promotion, since the company you work for lost employees for various reasons, the workload becoming too much, stress eating away at your body.

“Hey, love?” Kei asks you, waving a hand across your face, getting you out of your trance. “Don’t tell me you're thinking of going back home so you can do some work on your vacation.” He says sternly, almost like he wants to spend time with you? You know he does, but he never shows it this much, always doing small gestures and not outright saying it.

“No, no, just thinking about how nice this is, spending time with you and not having to worry about anything else but where the ice cream truck is hidden today.” You respond back, walking as to not waste time while you’re out. There’s a moment of silence, all you can hear is people conversing and the birds chirping as they come back from hunting for their families. It is peaceful, and for once you think maybe you could get used to this life, not working, just supporting Tsukishima as he plays volleyball, slowly making it to the big leagues.

“I could support you if you ever decide to, I’d love to- oh! There’s the ice cream truck, c’mon!” He jumps, practically running to the truck. You laugh before chasing after him, knowing the only reason he’s running is so he can get a dinosaur popsicle like always. You remember when you came here for your first date in third year, how sad he looked when they said they were out, so much so you ran to a corner store, saying you needed to pick up some groceries, and how you made him wait outside so you could surprise him with the popsicle.

“One dinosaur popsicle and… Love, what do you want?” He questions, before getting your order and waiting for the food to be served. When you get your order, he finds a secluded picnic table and sits, gesturing to the other side of the table. As you sit, he starts a conversation, simply wanting to enjoy your presence, listening to your voice making him calm, internally missing the dates you’d have, though he’d never admit it.

Hours pass, and soon it’s midday, the sun beating down on you, and with only having breakfast and an ice cream cone, exhaustion slowly takes over your body. He catches this almost immediately and you go home, during the walk back, you’re apologising profusely for making your time out so short. He hushes you, saying that next time he’ll pack food for the two of you, and bringing an ample amount of water bottles to avoid dehydration.

When you get back home, you quickly run to your bed, not even bothering to take off the sundress, knowing if you want to change back into it you'll have a hell of a time. Within minutes you passed out, as Tsukishima sits in the living room reading the book you got him for Valentine’s Day that he never got around to reading, turning on a fan in the house to make sure it’s cool enough for you to sleep comfortably.

When he walks into your room, seeing you in that damn sundress, long legs exposed and your tits looking amazing - thanks to how you’re sleeping, - your hair fallen perfectly and the light in your room making you look ethereal, he can’t help but remember when last time he was in you, hearing you, the red marks you’d always leave on his back while he makes you see heaven. He can’t help how quickly his pants tighten, feeling his erection straining against his jeans. You’re sleeping, not even trying to turn him on, but this fucking sundress made it difficult, all day he’s been thinking about undressing you, making you see stars, and now here you are.

Shifting your position slightly, spreading your legs, making sure you won’t feel any discomfort at all - even while you sleep. He slowly undressed himself, making sure his belt hitting the floor, the little jingle it makes doesn’t wake you. Bringing two fingers up to your slit, he realised that even asleep, you’re wet and ready for him, for all of him. Flipping your dress skirt up, and slowly pulling your underwear down he moves down so that he is face to face with your cunt, seeing how wet you are when the light catches your folds perfectly. He moves your legs a little further apart and takes an experimental lick up your cunt, seeing how your face scrunches up a little from his wet muscle, before going back to a calm, sleeping state. When your breathing returns to normal, he decides to do it again, and again.

You paint a little in your sleep, moving your upper body a little - almost like you're trying to run from him? Noticing how even when you’re asleep you still get affected by his ministrations, and he wants to see more of it, more of how he affects you. Inserting a finger into your little hole, feeling how it tightens around his finger, imagining it being his cock. He adds another, seeing you wince, he slows down, not wanting you to wake up until you near your orgasm, letting you wake up to white hot pleasure. When you calm down, he adds a third, and feels you tighten a little, noticing how your hips unconsciously chase his fingers.

“Fuck it.” He decides, wanting to see your face explode with pleasure when you wake up - eyes open, mouth agape, tongue lolling out as you shudder in his arms. Increasing his pace, his tongue finds your clit, swirling sucking on it until he feels your breathing coming out faster and your pants bordering moans. He knows your close to cumming, knows your going to wake up at any moment, just so he can fuck you back to sleep. And when you do wake up, you better not be surprised, your sundress made every curve of your body soft, every movement you did, the dress complimented it. And now, when you sleep in it, while his face and fingers are buried deep in you, the dress pooling around his head as he slowly brings you to euphoria, his hard on presses harder into his jeans and he can’t help but rut into the bed, needing to feel some of the pressure leave his body.

Three more pumps of his fingers, his mouth sucking at your clit and you’re cumming around him, your hands fly up to his hair, tugging on it, your legs thrashing around before you go completely lax in his arms, a little sigh coming from you mouth, and he smirks as he laps up your essence, feeling it drip down his chin. Coming up from his spot between your legs, he admires your fucked-out face, a little smile gracing your lips when your eyes open to see your boyfriend,

“Good morning, love.” He welcomes you, before you notice his hard on, raging in his pants. Giving you a questioning look, he looks at his pants then backs you, simply shrugging it off. You start on his belt, working his pants and boxers off until his dick springs out and slaps his stomach.

No matter how many times you have sex with Kei, how mnay times you’ve taken him, you always forget just how big he is, and how pretty his dick is. Opening your legs a little further, you make a silent offering, too sleepy to say anything, hoping he won’t tease you this time. Knowing him, he will, just a little. It’s been forever since you’ve fucked and you know he won’t be able to hold off for long when he has that look in his eyes. The look that can make you shrink and submit to anything he wants.

“Beg for me, Y/N, beg for me to make you feel good again.” He tells you, unmoving when you look at him with exasperation. You can’t believe he’s making you do this when it’s been weeks, maybe even months since he was with you. But you’re just as desperate as he is, not having an ounce of patience in you.

“Please Kei, make me feel good, fuck me like I know you can.” You beg, and it seems good enough, because when he finally starts pushing into you, all the air from your body gets caught in your throat, cutting off all of the thoughts in your head. He lets you adjust to him, knowing you probably could’ve been prepped a little more, remembering just how tight you are. When you seem ok, he gives an experimental thrust, seeing your eyes roll back into your head. He chuckles slightly, and you don’t even hear it from how good he feels - quickly becoming a vessel for him to use.

“Remember to breathe, pretty baby.” He whispers before losing all self control and rutting into you, completely forgetting to go easy on you - not that you mind. Kei is usually gentle when it comes to you, scared that he’ll hurt his perfect girlfriend, but now when he’s desperate to make you cum over and over again until you shake from every thrust he gives you, he doesn’t care. He just wants to make you feel good, make you his perfect little fucktoy. He wants to make you forget about your job, become his pretty little trophy wife, a symbol of his success in volleyball.

He gets lost in that thought, you at his games, watching in the stands in an extra jersey, cheering for him as you tell everyone that's your boyfriend. He gets lost in the thought of you being at home waiting to congratulate him on his wins, console him on his losses. He gets lost in you, in having a life with you, getting married, having kids. Having kids. Watching you waddle around with your tummy carrying his kids, a symbol of his love.

“Kei baby, slow down, we have all day- fuck just like that” You plead, his pace going even faster - if possible. He’s animalistic, completely out of control of his movements, focused on getting you impregnated, making you his completely. Making you carry his children.

“Can I make you pregnant? Please baby, wanna see you with my babies, my pretty girl carrying my pretty babies in her.” He begs you, literally begs you. Secretly, you’ve been wanting this for months, wanting to start a family, but being too scared to even bring up the idea, knowing Kei always seemed to be weary of the idea of children, thinking he isn’t fit for the job, thinking he wouldn’t be around enough to parent correctly. But now, when he knows you’re not going to leave, knowing that he was weary of it years ago, he’s ready, ready to make a family with you.

“Yes you can, please I wanna start a family with you” You say quietly into his ear, and it’s game over. The knot in your stomach breaking, seeing heaven as you cum on his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head the upteenth time that day. He doesn’t slow either, fucking you through your pleasure, making you cum again from overstimulation. He follows quickly after, angling your hips up so his seed goes to your womb, guaranteeing your pregnancy.

He stays inside of you until you’ve calmed down, until his breathing is even, and slumps down next to you, pulling out of you and wrapping you up into an embrace. So much has happened and you can’t process it, but your heart is happy as you realise you might be entering a new chapter of your life - with Tsukishima. He sighs into your ear before pulling you closer, so that you’re face to face with him. You can see everything from here, the gold flecks in his eyes, the freckles that adorn his nose, everything.

“I meant what I said, I want to start a family with you, I want you to be mine,” He says quietly, looking down so he doesn’t need to make eye contact with you, a light blush on his face, and he looks beautiful. He looks like he wants to say something more, and after a few more seconds of silence, of you completely listening to him, he continues. “Please let me take care of you, I have a spot in one of the D1 volleyball teams, I’d be able to take care of us and the kids. You get so stressed when they give you more work and I miss you, please let me be all you need.” He finishes, and you’re agreeing without a second thought.

Hopefully the ring hiding in his closet will come in good use soon, and the plane tickets to Paris.

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lelelenaxx · 10 months

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Hey!! I Hope you’re well! Can I request a Drabble on tsukishima kei with baby fever? Please take your time and do it when you can, thank youuu💗

Kei Tsukishima with baby fever <3

Kei Tsukishima, was a reserved and analytic but he found his world turned upside down when his long-awaited dream of becoming a father finally came true. As he held his tiny daughter in his arms for the first time, a whirlwind of emotions surged within him.

Tsukishima's natural protective instincts kicked in, and he became dedicated to providing his daughter with a safe and nurturing environment. From researching the best baby products to creating a meticulously organized nursery, he left no stone unturned in ensuring his daughter's well-being. He spent every night he was not at your side, at hers. Watching her sleep peacefully. He never thought he'd find anyone he loved as much as you.

Despite his initial reservations about expressing emotions openly, Tsukishima found himself captivated by his daughter's every movement and sound. He marveled at her innocent giggles, her tiny fingers wrapping around his own, and the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Now you and his daughter quickly became the center of his universe, and he couldn't imagine a life without you two.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Tsukishima's bond with his daughter deepened. He discovered a new level of patience and tenderness within himself that he hadn't known before. From late-night feedings to changing diapers, Tsukishima eagerly took on his fair share of parenting duties, embracing each task with a sense of responsibility and devotion.

However, amidst his careful planning and dedication, Tsukishima also learned to appreciate the spontaneous moments of parenthood. He discovered joy in the unexpected, cherishing the impromptu laughter and the unfiltered love that flowed between him, You, and your daughter. The once self-proclaimed "king of sarcasm" found himself softened by his daughter's presence, his humor taking on a gentler, more playful tone.

As your daughter took her first steps, Tsukishima couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. Seeing her mirror his determination and resilience, he knew he had embarked on the greatest journey of his life. Kei Tsukishima, the once stoic volleyball player, had become a devoted and loving father, forever changed by the indescribable love he felt for his daughter and the newfound purpose she had given his life.

Thank you for the request angel! This is my first ever request i've written and feedback is welcome! Sorry if it's very analytic, i just thought it was so adorable to see a tough man like him break down his walls for his daughter <333

also the image above is meant to be very pixelated before yall come at me aushfjdskfkdf

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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OKG PEA-

okay okay.. for the ask prompts

"will you just shut up and kiss me?" + tsukishima

kiss me or kiss you

"hinata said you like me."

it is one of those moments, a moment when you are almost certain that the world momentarily stopped turning and all you could hear is the rapid beating of your heart.

did shoyo tell on you?

"earth to (y/n)." tsukishima clicks his fingers at your lack of response.

a sly smile forms on his lips as he watches your walls crumble beneath your feet. oh, how he loves to silence your smart mouth. the image before himㅡyou, startled and muted, is worth to paint a picture of, hanged in gallery for every one to witness the effect he has on you.

"hinata said you like me, romantically, and he-"

"STOP." your wide-eyes dart at him as your throat runs dry. his head falls to the side, orbs savoring every inch of you before licking grains of salt at the corners of his mouth. he is clearly enjoying your unguarded state.

"hm?" he taunts, biting his lips together into a thin line as he fights the urge to grin. he leaves your shared box of fries on the bench, standing to close the gap between the two of you. his hands shoved inside the pocket of his pants as he gaze at your seated position through his bottom lashes; an act of domineering over your helpless flustured state.

"you're lying." you huff without conviction.

"am i?" arching his brows at you, he takes a step forward, slightly bending his back down so you're closer.

"i will never like you." and though you tried, your words fail to make him believe. perhaps, lying isn't your best skill. albeit, you push through. at this point, backing down is a sign of weakness and path for him to fuel his already inflated ego.

"you're obnoxious. a salty ill-mannered immature brat who doesn't how to manage their temper. you think you're cool by acting mean? ha, in everyone's eyes you're just a plain boy with mommy issues." a light crease forms on his forehead as you continue to distance yourself him.

you finally roped him. you hit a nerve by using words you learned from the best, him. maintaining a friendship with him isn't for the weak hearted. you can't be too sensitive around tsukishima. you need to learn to fight back even in playful bickerings in order to keep him in place.

as you stare at the blonde, a thought suddenly crosses your mind. tsukki does not like conversing with the other first years of the volleyball team. there's no way hinata will spill on him because the orange headed knows tsukishima doesn't care about these type of things. chances are, he might be playing one of his tricks on you and you absolutely cannot fall for it. hence, you continue.

"even if it's only the two of us left on earth, i would never choose you. i will never like you, kei." your tone tastes like chili peppers and bitter gourd, like rubbing salt on an open wound.

"(y/n)." tsukishima pulls a serious face, sighing as he locks his eyes on you. "hinata told me. i am telling the truth."

there's something about the sudden shift in his face that sends chills down your spine. all of a sudden you're doubting yourself.

what if shoyo accidentally told him? what if tsukki overheard shoyo talking about it to a fellow member and cornered him so shoyo felt the need to tell him the truth? what if... what if...

"no, he didn't." you responded weakly, your eyes bouncing from one to the other.

"yes, he did." tsukishima presses. a deeper crease forms on his forehead at your stubborness. "shrimpy told me the other day during practice. well, i overheard the conversation between him and sugawara senpai and when i heard your name i stepped in. then, the orange gremline told me." he explains.

your heart dithers and your throat runs dry once more. if tsukishima is acting up until this point then he deserves an Oscars. but your friend would never put up an act this long, you know him well. if he was lying, he should have laughed at your face long ago. hence, there's only one thing for sure,

tsukki isn't lying.

in your mind you wished to be swallowed by the ground and be part of the damned soil. even if you have been pinning on your friend for the longest time, you never considered telling him. you know that he isn’t the type to swoon over romance, the thought alone makes him empty his stomach. you figured it’s better to keep your feelings to yourself than lose him as your friend.

“and you believed him?” you scoff. your confidence quivers at each word you utter. “you really believed that i like you? you think so, tsukki? i would never in my wildest dream-”

"will you just shut up?!" he cuts you off, screaming. he twists his neck to the side as he shuts his eyes to collect his composure before turning to shoot you a look. he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he says in a calmer voice, "will you just shut up and kiss me?"

tsukishima levels his face to you so he could look at you eye-to-eye. he places his boney hand at the side of your face as he lets out a frustrated huff.

"or should i kiss you to shut you up?" he dares to say making your restless heart beat against your ribcage. tsukishima can feel your racing pulse at the base of your neck.

"your mouth started to irk me. your insults are getting better and better. who taught you that?" his thumb caresses the crest of your cheek back and forth as he inches his face closer. he whispers, "me, but i can also teach your mouth other things than spurting insults." the tip of nose softly nudges against yours. you swallow hard. "just say yes."

i'm leaving this on a cliffhanger and blame it on my birthchart. this is from early this year (i think) i'm sorry kale!! this has been sitting on my drafts since you requested it and couldn't get to it bc i feel meh with the previous plot but now i'm happy with it so i hope you are too! and HOLY GRAIL i miss writing for tsukki aghhh maybe i should do more for him soon hm...

anywayy rbs and likes are very much appreciated thanks!

ps. updates are messy and unpredictable bc im going through a writer's block on my recent fics

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lexxiisstuff · 2 years

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𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐢

Warning: none.

Academic Rivals AU but he's been pining for years.

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"Come on y/n I just need the answer to question two" You rolled your eyes playfully at your best friend, Akira and slid your Economic notes over to her.

"You really should attempt this exercise on your own yunno. How will you ever get better if you don't try to do them yourself" You grabbed a pencil and began jotting down notes on the new section and Akira scoffed.

"Listen here smarty pants not all of us are intellectually gifted like some in our class" Her eyes went to you and drifted lightly over Tsukishima who was seated far left of the lecture hall. His blank bored expression clear as day. You glared at her

"I hope you're not actually complimenting Satan's spawn over there because I'll be very disappointed in you" You said harshly.

You and Tsukishima had been in the same class the whole of high school and were now sharing three classes in your first year of University. To say you disliked him would be an understatement. You loathed him. He was obnoxious, rude and arrogant not to mention exceptionally smart. You couldn't remember how many times you had battled it out with him for first in the grade. He'd won majority, but on the few times you did beat him nothing was sweeter.

"You two really need to hug out all this animosity" Akira said shrugging "you've been at this since high school"

You were about to respond but the professor began to hand out last weeks essays. You smiled at the large bolded 94% above your name. You hadn't expected to do so well considering economics wasn't your strong point. You watched Tsukishima take his paper and frown at the grade. You smirked lightly. He wasn't the greatest in economics either.

When class finally ended Akira asked you to meet in the dining hall a bit later because she had to talk to her advisor. You nodded smiling and walked out of the lecture hall.

"Y/n!" You froze at the sound of your name behind you. Maybe if you continued walking he wouldn't see you. You took another step cautiously but Tsukishima was unfortunately next to you a second later "What's the rush?"

"What do you want Tsukishima?" You said continuing your walk along campus. The tall blond matched your stride easily and you glared up at him.

"Just curious as how you did on the Eco Essay" He said adjusting his glasses. You thought it was kind of endearing actually. Endearing??? You shook the odd thought away.

"None of your business" You muttered

"Did you flunk? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Economics is hard" You glanced at him skeptically and stopped walking.

"Did you flunk?" You whispered it like it was some sort of crazy conspiracy and Tsukishima snorted.

"Don't be an idiot" He lifted his paper to flash the bright red 97% and it was your turn to frown.

"Good for you Tsukishima" You said and began to walk again. This time alot faster.

"Come on are you seriously not going to tell me how much you got?" He said and you sighed. He wouldn't quit if you didn't. You handed him your paper and watched him smirk. Smug bastard.

"What a shame" He tsked and you snatched your paper back.

"Whatever. Can you go away now I have things to do and your presence slows me down" You mumbled

"Aww am I your distraction?"

"More like a nuisance" You heard his laughter as you entered the dorm building and hated the small smile that twitched at your lips.

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"I hate parties" You pouted as Akira held your hand maneuvering you both through the masses of people. The dress you were wearing was one that was slightly out of your comfort zone but still you enough that you weren't insecure but the hills Akira had shoved you in were slowly damaging your feet.

"You've said that four times and it's only been 10 minutes. Come on loosen up. You only live once" She grabbed two cups of beer and handed you one.

"That's what they say in every idiotic teenage movie where the protagonist is about to do something stupid" You sipped the beer slowly and cringed. Cheap beer was not good. Ever.

"Akira! Hey come play with us" You saw a good looking boy call her over to the beer pong table and she glanced at you hesitantly.

"Go" You said smiling.

"Nah I don't want to leave you"

"I'll be fine Akira. I don't need a babysitter. Have fun" she bit her lip.

"Alright but only one game. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all okay" You nodded watching her drift towards the boys. You wish you had that type of energy. The kind people were drawn to.

You made your way through the large house towards the kitchen. Only a few people were in there. You leaned against the wall filling your empty glass and taking a hesitant sip.

"Well hello there Cutie" You glanced up at the short dark haired boy and tensed. Was he talking to you?

"Um hi?" He was a boy from your English lecture and he was known for having terrible grades and an even worse reputation. You glanced towards the exit. Maybe you should run.

"Having fun" He leaned towards you caging you between him and the counter and you trembled. He was definitely wasted

"I have a boyfriend" You nearly shouted. The boy only chuckled.

"Oh yeah? Where is he?" He leaned closer and you shrank away. If push came to shove you could punch him. Maybe kick him. You were thinking of the best way to defend yourself when you saw the tall figure behind the boy.

"Get the fuck away from her. Right now" Tsukishima growled threatingly. You glanced up. His jaw was clenched his eyes were dark and you'd never been more relieved to see him.

The brunette stepped away holding his hands up in surrender "Sorry man. Thought she was single"

"She's not so fuck off." The boy scampered away from you and you leaned back closing your eyes with a small sigh.

"You okay?" You looked up to a concerned Tsukishima and nodded slightly.

"I hate parties" You whispered

"As do I." He approached you slowly as if not to scare you off and you stood still. Weirdly you didn't tense or freeze but willed him forward. "Why come?"

"I though it would be fun" You mumbled sadly. "I wanted to do something different other than reading Austen and watching reruns of criminal minds on a Friday "

"Then read Wilde and watch reruns of X-Files but you don't have to make yourself uncomfortable. You hated parties since high school" You stared at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because I went to every one in hopes you'd be there" He muttered quietly. Before you could answer he stretched out a hand "Message Akira. Tell her I'm walking you home"

"How do you know I came with Akira?"

"Because I know you. If you're doing something out of your comfort zone there's a high chance Akira is lurking somewhere" You couldn't help the smile you gave him. Maybe he did know you. You pulled out your phone and sent a text to your best friend.

Tsukishima led you out of the house and all the while kept a strong hand on your lower back. You flushed lightly at the feeling of him touching you. God this was crazy. Tsukishima and you could barely stand each other and yet here you are seeking refuge in him.

"Thanks Kei" You mumbled softly when you finally made it out of the house and onto the sidewalk. He stumbled lightly.

"You've never called me that before" He looked at you and gulped anxiously. You were so beautiful he thought. Like something written out of a story about princesses and fairies. He never felt as angry as he did tonight watching that asshole hassle you. He watched you rub your arms awkwardly and tried not to smile. God he wanted to hold you. He wanted to take you into his arms and give you all the comfort he could offer. Maybe someday you'd let him.

"I think after tonight I deserve to call you that no?" You grinned playfully and he nudged you rolling his eyes.

"You can call me whatever you'd like y/n" His voice was soft, gentle almost tender and you felt a flutter inhibit your chest. What was happening?

The two of you made your way down the campus walkway. It was a 10 minute walk to your dorm. Tsukishima watched you waddle in your heels and grinned. "Would you like some help?"

"Unless you're offering to swap shoes I don't think you can help." You muttered uncomfortably.

"Wait here" He instructed and dashed off. You stood staring at light post in contemplation. Kei arrived five minutes later with a pair of sandals he bought from the schools merchandise in his hand. You giggled incredulously.

"Take off your heels" You slipped them off and shoved your feet into the sandals. They fit perfectly.

"How'd you know my shoe size?"

"Years of observation" You leaned down to grab the heels but he beat you to it grabbing them before you could

"I got it" He walked with your heels dangling from his left hand the other he pressed firmly against your back.

"Why are you being so nice to me tonight" you asked because you couldn't help it.

"I don't know." He said quietly "I'm tired of being at odds with you"

"You really think we can be friends?" You asked curiously.

"No. Because I don't want to be your friend either" He looked away nervously.

"Okay then what do you want Tsukishima?"

"Everything" He muttered

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Ahh I just love pining don't you?? I think I wanna do a part 2 lemme know what you guys think!!!

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shoverse · 2 years

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baby, i'm jealous {ii}

once again, starring my moots @https-celestial-blessing @https-hades-inferno @https-its-robin

a/n: oh god i haven't written in two months help me-

haikyuu! various x gn! reader

MIYA OSAMU glances at you talking up a storm with one of the customers. he's not sure who you're talking to, but he sure is making you laugh a lot. a little too much, if he's being honest. maybe he should go over and- oops. he probably shouldn't be rolling rice while...distracted. oh well, he'll just make some again. he tosses the ruined rice in the trash, and starts again; a little more careful this time...okay, he'll admit, maybe his onigiri does look a little off, but isn't he allowed to do that; that kid hitting on his lover? he walks over and practically slams the food down on the table. 'your food,' he grabs your waist, 'my lover.' he looks confused for a second, then his eyes light up. 'oh! you must be miya, right? y/n's told me about you. i'm atlas, nice to meet you!' 'hm. whatever' he stalks off, head held high, leaving you with him.

KUROO TETSURŌ sits parked outside your workplace, whistling a tune while waiting for you. he lights up when he sees your familiar figure stepping down the stairs, but looks confused at the person walking next to you. he jogs up the stairs to you, waving as he does. he quickly catches up to you. 'hey darling! and...who might you be?' he forces a smile. the stranger glances up at him. 'hello! i take it that you're dating y/n? it's nice to meet you! i'm brooklyni!' lyn grins. your boyfriend seems reluctant to respond. '...hello.' he mumbles, then looks over at you. 'anyway, i've made a reservation at {favourite restaurant}, and we gotta go!' you grin apologetically back at ace while he drags you away.

TSUKISHIMA KEI glares, annoyed, at someone he doesn't know. apparently you know them, though, since you're talking to them. he waits for you to finish talking, but you don't. he watches you grab, whoever that is? he watches you grab their hand and run over with them. 'kei!!' your voice rings out, 'meet my friend robin!' 'hey, i'm robin.' a grin rests on their face. '...hello?' his face remains unchanged you sit down next to him and start up conversation with ace again. he waits until ace leaves, but he still looks annoyed. 'kei, what's up?' 'nothing.' 'hm.' you know something's up. hell, you know what he's annoyed about. 'oh well, guess i'll just call robin again.' 'don't- i mean, i don't care.' and, oh, that just confirmed your suspicions. 'i mean, i was just gonna tell them about what a wonderful boyfriend i have, but i guess if you don't want me-' 'that's okay, i guess.'

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tsukkinlove · 2 years

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you had a nightmare and tsukishima tries to calm you down.

"what's wrong, y/n?" your boyfriend asks worriedly, his brows creased.

you tried to speak but you ended up sobbing beside him instead. he hushed, softly touches your hand and pulled you in for a hug. there, in his arms with your face buried in his chest, you continued to sob.

"it's okay. i'm here."

"don't leave me..." you whisper in between your sobs. he caressed your head in his embrace still. "i won't leave you, baby. never." you felt his lips kiss your forehead. you've always loved his warm embrace. his kisses and the way he caresses you in an attempt to calm you down. and how he never leaves your side whenever this happens.

ever since that incident happened, you've been having troubling sleeping. and when you do sleep, you'll get these terrible nightmares that keeps you up til morning comes. your boyfriend, tsukishima has been worried for you and your health because of it. and he blames himself for not being able to protect you. he blames himself because he wasn't there. no one was there to protect you. you always told him that it's not his fault and he should never blame himself for what happened. but everytime you cry beside him, he can't do anything but feel his heart shatter and blame himself.

he should've been there to protect you instead of hanging out with his mates. and as long as you are suffering, he will never forgive himself.

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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blurred lines (1) || k. tsukishima

You have more than 99 problems in this world, and your student Tsukishima Kei is one of them.

Genre: fluff, teacher! fem. reader x student! Tsukishima

A/N: Hey gaiiis <3 been thinking of Tsukishima for a few days. Just wanna say that I do not encourage relationships between students and teachers, and that if you're uncomfortable with that trope, please don't read it. Just want to note that Tsukishima is 18 yrs in this and the teacher is definitely on the young side so relationships like these are definitely not impossible.

Enjoyy!!! <3

ONE | TWO

--------- Part 1 ---------

He's flirting with you.

You know he is.

It's all in those under-lidded stares that he sends your way when he thinks you're not looking. It makes your skin prickle with a sensation akin to uncomfortable and yet, you're not sure yourself why you keep on blatantly ignoring it in favour of keeping up a facade for the whole class, the entire school.

It's more than a normal occurrence for students to hit on teachers, especially the young ones who they think they have a chance with. The truth is, you're aware of the level of professionalism you must keep up in order for this to be smooth sailing, but it really isn't your fault that your tender age of twenty-five makes you so much more approachable to those who are on the brink of eighteen.

"Honestly miss Y/N, you could wear our uniform and we'd probably look the same."

"I think she'd look even younger than us. Maybe sixteen?"

It is in those moments, really, that you curse your good genes. You've had this problem, showing your ID to the bartender so that he gets to double-check a potential fraud and getting a free pass on the bus for being excused as a high school kid. That never bothered you so much before.

Until now.

"Like I said, the Inter-High Volleyball Tournament will be starting in two weeks so I really want you all to come and cheer for our school, even if that means on TV," you are telling your homeroom class, half of them barely awake at eight in the morning.

You tap your pen against the table for attention, and heads sleepily look up from the depths of their desks. Or arms.

"Wakey wakey, guys. Did you hear anything I said?" you ask with a raised brow.

One of your students yawns, "yes sensei."

"Can we go and see the match?" another asks.

"You totally can," You flash a grin, "the schedule is on the notice board outside of class with all the timings and dates. I think we have three or four matches in our school. And the rest will be outside of school."

"Do you think they'll win this year, Sensei?" the one sitting at the front asks you.

"I really hope so. They've been training harder, right?" You take a look at your entire class, "aren't there any of you boys playing-- Ah, Tsukishima-kun. You're on the volleyball team. How is that going?"

Gold eyes over rimmed glasses peer up at you from the back of the class. The tall, lanky boy sits up with a face that suggests you've just disturbed him. Or disgusted him. Or both, who knows?

"Fine."

His answer is curt. But you're not fazed.

"When's your first match?" You lean forward on your desk and cross your arms, "are you playing first set?"

"Why sensei ? You gonna show up?"

"I sure will."

His smirk drops for a second. But you press on still, "so? Are you playing first set or not?"

"Y/N Sensei! I'm playing!" One of the shorter students who always manages to place a smile on your face, jumps up from his seat, "you'll cheer for me, right Sensei?!"

"Yes, Hinata. I will," you can't help but grin as he whoops and punches the air in victory, a real man-child who still loves dreaming about the big stuff.

From the back row, you hear a snort only to see Taukishima lean back on his chair until he teeters in mid-air, "it's just a volleyball game."

"It's not just a volleyball game." Hinata retorts, scowling at the blonde.

"Fancy words coming from our most famous bencher."

"I'm not a bencher! I--I got put in first set this time!"

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, "congratulations."

"Tsukishima-kun," you cut the blonde off with a stern look, "that's enough."

You think he has half a mind to retort back with a witty insult. But his eyes lock on yours for a long moment, before he rolls them and slumps back in his seat. You would've sighed in relief, but there had been something in his eyes, something you can't quite place.

Your first year as a homeroom teacher is tough. From dealing with kids skipping classes and others doing drugs in the bathroom during lunch breaks, you barely have time to sit down at work.

You go watch Karasuno's game as promised, and coach Ukai greets you with surprising enthusiasm as he ushers you up on the court.

"I don't think I should be here," you stutter, eyes quickly flitting around and flinching at how huge the volleyball players are. Are these really high schoolers?

"Nonsense! I think the boys would be happy to see you! Specially the third-years," he grins at you, "you're their homeroom teacher, aren't you?"

You nod meekly, "i'm new though. I just joined this semester."

"Oh, you're the one replacing Hikari-san?"

"Yes."

"Ah great! We needed some fresh blood in the Arts Department--"

"SENSEI! YOU CAME!" Hinata practically bounds towards you like a stray dog ready to be petted, "I'm going to play so well tonight! Honestly, you need to look out for my killer spikes! I've trained so hard for it--"

"Shut up, Hinata-boke," Karasuno's ace setter, Kageyama, snaps at the ginger. He then gives you a little bow in greeting, "morning, sensei."

"You shut up! Who do you think you are? I was talking to sensei--"

"I said SHUT UP!"

"YOU SHUT UP--"

"Sorry about that," a familiar alto reaches your ears and you turn, stumbling back a little upon seeing Tsukishima behind you, "they hate each other's guts."

"I see that," you dquint up at him, "you didn't grow over the one day I didn't see you, right?"

He smirks, "who knows?"

You swat his shoulder playfully, "I don't think you'd be so cocky if you knew about your semester grades."

"I'm always in the top percentile."

"Not this time, Tsukishima-kun. Tell me," you throw him a sidelong glance, "is it volleyball that's distracting you? Or..." your voice lowers dramatically, "are you actually going out with someone?"

You relish in the way heat spreads over his face, though he decides that staying quiet is the best option, mumbling that he'll come by your office to figure out what went wrong.

And he might be a sarcastic, snobby young man. But you know that deep inside -- and from poring over Tsukishima's stufent records -- that he's had some issues with his older brother.

Surprisingly, he keeps his promise, practically rolls into at the teacher's office as soon as the bell rings for lunch.

"Y/N sensei, I think he's looking for you," one of your colleagues call you out, to which you quickly scramble to usher in the said tall blonde.

He takes a seat next to your desk and you can't help but notice that it's too small for him as you pull up his school record and his student documents.

"Right," you click on his name and his file pops up, a staggering line of beautiful As and A stars, "well, you've been pretty consistent since first-year, which is good because universities are bound to look out for your entire college history."

He makes a sound of acknowledgment, folds his too-long legs and adjusts his headphones.

"However, as from this year, you've dropped from the 90th percentile into the 75th in most subjects," you spare him a glance, but his eyes are fixed on the monitor before you, "do you see that?"

He nods. Good. So at least he's aware and he's not arguing. A good start.

"Okay," leaning back into your chair and swivelling to face him, you lean forward and allow yourself to read his features.

Then, in the most gentle voice possible, you ask:

"Are you okay, Tsukishima-kun?"

He doesn't answer. Not instantly, anyway. You notice his hand picking at the skin off his palm and wish to grab it, pry his fingers open. A nervous tick of his, surely.

There must be something else, something that's going on.

"Look," you try once more, "I'm not going to ask you what it is that is going on. That's your private matter. But if it's affecting your grades, that's not a good thing, especially someone who easily kept them up throughout those three years."

You search his eyes in hopes of finding something there, but his gaze is glued onto the wooden surface of your tabletop. Behind you is the usual cacophony of teachers arguing, gossiping, anything really. But you pay no mind, eyes solely focused on the blonde before you.

"I just want you to know that you can talk to me, as cliché as that sounds," you continue in a gentle murmur, "if there's anything I can do, I will. Okay?"

A pause. Then, his head dips into a single nod.

"Okay," you smile, "see you then, Tsukishima-kun."

You turn back towards your desk as the said young man stands and strides past your desk, and you would've missed the silent gratefulness in his eyes if you hadn't turned back just in time to find him already watching you.

"Sensei."

"Yes?"

He hesitates, before saying, "thanks."

You swear something in your heart flutters as you smile back at him, "pleasure."

----

It doesn't occur to you that Tsukishima is a man. Not when you're surrounded by a horde of manchildren every day of the week and plus, teachers have boundaries. You're one to follow them to the letter.

So it takes you by surprise one day, during the annual volleyball camp where you'd volunteered, when he acts like one.

It's nine in the evening on the second day of camp, and it becomes increasingly clear from the amount of work around the volleyball court that you're not about to go to bed anytime soon. You hear Ukai's voice fill the empty space when he calls out your name, looking up just in time to be greeted with his grin and a takeaway box of food.

(Not that you'd volunteered just because free food was in the deal. Not at all)

"Hey," he says as he reaches your side, "you missed dinner."

"Yeah sorry, got caught up trying to clean this mess," you gesture to the sea of volleyballs littering the court.

Ukai grimaces, "they're the ones who are supposed to do that. Come on, I'll give them a good scream and a few push-ups."

"I think they're all knocked out anyway," you chucklec "it's alright. I'm almost done--"

"No no, hold on and take this," he thrusts the takeaway box in your hands before you can protest jogs away with a yell, "gimme a sec and they'll come to you!"

You laugh, "thanks for the food!"

Returning back to the chore at hand, you sigh and with renewed energy to keep going, you crouch down to pick up two balls at once. The quicker you're done with this, the quicker you'll get to your mattress laid down for female managers and teachers respectively. It sounds glorious when you think about it now.

"Need help?"

Yelping in shock, you lose balance and topple onto your butt. You look up to see Tsukishima, ball in hand, looking like he just got out of the shower.

Soft blonde tendrils curl over his forehead, still wet and spiky, towel thrown carelessly over his shoulders.

You straighten up, a slight scowl on your face, "Ukai told you to come over?"

"No," he tilts his head as he extends a hand to help you up. You take it gratefully, "I heard someone talking to themselves. Turns out it was you."

"I knew it was too true. Tsukishima-kun would never help out on his own," you hate the fact that you have to crane your neck to look up at him. Your hand still feels warm from his touch, "so, what's up with you roaming around in the dark?"

He has the decency to flush slightly, "I was showering."

"Oh were you now? Not secretly meeting up with anyone in the dark?" You tease as you resume picking up balls. After a bout of hesitation, Tsukishima follows, "you know you can tell me right? I was your age once."

"No offense sensei, but you look the same age as us," he throws ball after ball into the metal basket with effortless grace, "and no, I'm not meeting anyone after dark."

"Well I'm still older than you," you scowl, "and you should! Why not? This is the prime time for you to explore what love is."

"Barely older," he retorts, "also, weren't you the one telling me that I should be focusing on my grades?"

"Yeah but I mean, you're not right? That's not what's causing your grades to slip."

He scowls behind his glasses, "I don't need a reminder of that, sensei."

"Ah come on, lighten up a little! You know, when I was your age--"

He interrupts you with a snort. But you continue on:

"--when I was your age, I remember failing my mocks because I was too invested in making money."

"You worked?"

"As a waitress. Used to clean tables and get screamed at. But it was worth the money, considering my financial situation," a sad smile etches across your lips at the thought as you continue picking your way through the balls, "my family wasn't well off. It was a tough time."

There's silence while you finish stacking all balls into the metal cart, and you realize that maybe you've gone too far.

You try to quickly remedy the situation with a joke, "but all's well that ends well. That was a long time ago. So when I say I understand you, I mean it-- Whoa hold up!" You blink, "you can actually hold a ball with one hand?!"

He cocks an eyebrow at you, turning the ball in his hand with ease, "you're the one with tiny hands, sensei."

"I do not!" You protest by holding your hand out against the light of the gym court, "they're normal sized. You're the one with giant monster hands."

Tsukishima holds his hand out beside yours, which makes difference is even clearer.

"Damn, what did you eat to get so big?" You ask.

"Didn't eat."

"Liar," tilting your head up, you're struck by seeing his chin, his face closer than you would've liked.

Not that you're planning to.

If you tilt your head further back, you can lean onto his chest.

Voices suddenly echo through the gymnasium and you jump away from Tsukishima, face suddenly warming up at how close you actually were as Hinata and Kageyama appear in your field of vision. But it's okay, because they're distracted by their bickering as usual and barely assess what had just happened, allowing you to murmur out an excuse and slip away unnoticed.

His eyes find yours, and your breath suddenly stills.

It doesn't stop there. On the contrary, the moments just seem to double two-fold, especially when you're trying really hard to avoid him.

Like when you have a load of paperwork to carry from your class to your office desk, practically wobbling about on your heels until suddenly the pile is lifted out of your arms only to give way to a grumbling Tsukishima, already leading the way down the corridor.

Or when you're on duty and watching over the kids in the playground. He'd somehow pop up next to you, exchanging conversations about anything and everything.

"Not that I don't enjoy your company, Tsukishima-kun. But don't you want to talk to your friends during breaktime?" You glance down at the unopened juice box in his hand, "is that all you're having?"

He scowls, proceeding to open it up anyway as if he's being forced to do so, "I'm supposed to be training."

"Volleyball? Why aren't you then?"

"I needed a break."

There's a pause. The slightest hint that maybe something might be wrong with that sentence.

"Is volleyball not something you enjoy?" You ask gently.

He takes a moment, honey-eyed gaze overlooking the football field as he leans back against the building wall, "I'm not sure. Why do I have to put so much effort in a hobby?" He shrugs half-heartedly, `it's just volleyball."

"Well, if it makes you happy, why shouldn't you?"

Surprised, his eyes flick to yours and once again you're struck by the intensity of his stare.

You look away, decide to focus your gaze on a bunch of boys laughing at each other instead, "do you like Volleyball, Tsukishima-kun?"

He bristles. Takes another pause.

"I don't know."

A smile dances across your lips then, "maybe you should start with asking yourself that question."

You know, in the depths of your heart, that you shouldn't be engaging in such conversations with one of your top students. Tsukishima is bright, always on top of his grades despite his small slip at the beginning of the year. He can go far, can reach far, if he wants to.

But you don't want him to regret his choices. You don't want him to go down a path just because society said so.

A few days after your conversation finds you deep in administrative work at your desk, where Tsukishima finds you on the brink of a breakdown.

"Oh, hey Tsukishima-kun," you hope he doesn't notice the blue aprons underneath your eyes.

Rubbing your face and taking a deep breath, you try for a smile when you look up at him, "what's up?"

He presses his lips together, eyes glancing back and forth as if to make sure the office is devoid of people.

You gesture towards the chair, "why don't you sit down?"

He does and you continue, "anything you need? Wouldn't expect you to still be around at--" you sneak a peak at your watch, "--five in the evening on a Friday."

"I could say the same for you."

Grinning, you hold up your to-do list for him to see, "as you can see, I have quite an extensive list of things to do so. And you?"

He waits a moment, "can I...talk to you?"

"Oh," you straighten instantly, sympathy filling you at how lost he seems to be, "sure, yeah. What's on your mind?"

Tsukishima picks at his finger pads, probably nervous since he's not one to talk about his feelings to anyone. To say that you're glad he's opening up to you is an understatement.

When he speaks next, his voice is rough, filled with an emotion you can't quite place.

"My brother was a volleyball player."

You blink, "really?"

His head dips into a nod, "I...I always admired him, when I was younger."

You don't think you've ever heard Tsukishima speak for so long and yet, as he told you how his disappointment in his brother's lies influenced his outlook on volleyball, how he thought it was stupid for one to even place such importance on a sport that barely did anything for him, you can't help but catch a glimpse of the frail, self-conscious child trapped in a young man's body, still confused and still hurt by the happenings of his past.

The silence that prevails once he's done is heavy, laden with the thick coat of unease and awkwardness that causes your heart to squeeze painfully.

It's like a trigger.

A trigger you've pulled.

You bite down onto your lower lip and lean your arms onto your desk, towards the said blonde, as you speak softly, "what is it that you want to tell me, Tsukishima-kun?"

You might have imagined the way he leans into your touch, just a little.

Because as soon as these words leave your mouth, his head turns away from you as silent tears cascade down his cheeks in silvery hot trails. A mixture of shock and hurt jolts you forward to grab a tissue, hold it out to him in a silent gesture of comfort.

He takes it, tears now barely concealed as his shoulders jump up and down with emotion, taking off his glasses to cry into his palms. The weight finally falls and Tsukishima crumbles underneath its heaviness and, as sympathy slowly engulfs your chest and causes tears to prick the back of your eyes, your hand reaches out to his shoulder.

His bluntness stings the air. There's so much anger, so much resentment in such a simple sentence. It makes your jaw clench. Something squeezes in your heart.

"I don't want to be like him."

"You're not your brother," you're quick to interrupt firmly, willing him to look into your eyes. He does after a moment, when your words finally catch his attention, "You're not him, and your love for volleyball has nothing to do with you being like your brother. You two are two different people. But that's not the point here, is it?"

"Tsukishima-kun," you murmur out as your hand smoothes over his shoulder, "I --"

His eyes searches your gaze and you almost forget to breathe because god damn, Tsukishima's eyes are even more mesmerizing when they're glistening like fresh teardrops.

Tsukishima continues, finally breaking through whatever shell that had been keeping him chained up inside his own mind, "I don't want to end up so disappointed that I waste my life. I don't want to be him. I don't want to love volleyball like he did, and--"

"What's important to ask yourself is whether you love volleyball or not. Isn't it?"

He wipes his cheek with the back of his hand. He sniffles, then blows his nose into the tissue you gave him.

"I love volleyball."

Those words trigger affection in you, and you can't help but break into a smile at how genuine he sounds.

"Then that should be enough for now, right?" you say.

"Right," he croaks.

It takes him a little more time to calm down and you sit by his side through it all, gently rubbing up and down his shoulder while whispering words of comfort.

"You'll be okay," you tell him with tenderness lacing your tone, "you don't have to figure it out right now."

"I know," he sniffles, before a sigh escapes his lips. Though his eyes are red-rimmed, it seems as though he's finally relieved himself of the things that were worrying him.

"Do you want something to drink? I'll get you some tea," you make a move to stand from your chair, only for a hand to grasp your wrist.

You look back at Tsukishima, who doesn't look at you as he rasps out, "wait."

Your body halts, air catching in your throat.

Silence. Then, a small tug.

You stumble, until you feel his temple press against your side. Heat spreads through the back of your neck like wildfire.

You don't dare breathe. You don't dare move.

If one was to see the two of you, you'd be treading in hot, boiling water.

Tsukishima's breaths are warm as they fan against your arm and his grip merely tightens, as if hoping you won't pull away and take that moment of selfishness from him.

But you know that fighting would be futile. Not when he's so tormented and practically battling against himself. If there's one moment where you can step out of being a teacher and acting as a normal human being would, it's right now.

So you allow your arm, the one he's gripping, to slide out of his hold. Then, you gently rest your hand along the back of his head, smoothing over his blonde strands and marveling at how soft it feels under your touch.

"You'll be okay," you keep on repeating it like a mantra, "you'll be okay. I promise."

----

He avoids you like the plague after that.

And though you should've guessed this would happen, it still stings to think that his first reaction is to scamper away from the one person whom he'd allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

Oh you catch glimpses of him in homeroom. Most of the time, he's either asleep or not present at all, getting into the habit of coming late maybe to skip seeing your face altogether. It hurts more than you'd like to admit; the fact that Tsukishima is too ashamed to even look at you in the face.

You know you did nothing wrong (apart from maybe accepting his touch) but why does this feel so wrong to you?

"Y/n sensei?"

You jolt out of your bubble, surprised to find coach Ukai gazing down at you with amusement.

"What's up, sensei? You lookin' a little green."

"I'm alright," you swallow thickly, before trying for a smile, "and you?"

His smile drifts away, "did something happen?"

"No, just--"

"Student problems?"

Pressing your lips together, you briefly debate whether to ask him about the said young man running through your mind.

“Tsukishima-kun,” you start off quietly, “he’s been acting really off these days so I couldn’t help but wonder if he’s okay. He’s also in my homeroom class but you know how he is,” you try to laugh it off, “he’s not one to talk about his feelings.”

“You’re right,” Ukai hums, “he’s built like a brick wall, that one.”

You let out a small chuckle, “so you don’t know what’s going on either?”

“Not that I can think of, unfortunately,” Ukai peers down at you with a raised eyebrow, “though…he’s not one to be impulsive. Maybe you should ask him directly. He might talk to you. You’re his homeroom teacher after all.”

Ukai’s right. You do have that authority. And you intend to use it.

It’s a few days right after the last lesson for the day that you manage to corner the tall blonde right in the middle of practice just as he’s coming out of the changing rooms. He’s just as surprised to see you, blinking down at your face as a small frown settles between his eyebrows.

“Sensei?”

“Hey, Tsukishima-kun,” you offer him a small smile, what you hope is a gesture of friendliness, “can we have a chat?”

It takes a moment before he nods, and proceeds to follow you outside the gymnasium as a trickle of first-years run past in a flurry of excited voices. You round the corner, find a private spot where you can lean against the wall. Tsukishima copies your movements and you’re all too aware of his hot, searing gaze intent on your face. He has a way of looking, with those honeydew eyes of his, that makes your skin prickle, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in alert.

“What is it, sensei?” He asks after a long bout of silence in which you’re still trying to contemplate what to say. If there’s anything to say.

Biting down on your lip as you try and organize your thoughts, you start off by asking, “how have you been?’

He’s stiff. You can see it in his muscles, in the tension in his jaw.

“Fine.”

Fine. Just fine.

You shuffle from one foot to the other, “I was just asking since…you know, it’s been a rough couple of days for you and—“

“I’m fine, sensei.”

He cuts you off with such icy coldness it makes you flinch, and for a second, remorse flashes across his face, before it settles back into a nonchalant stare.

“Alright,” you manage to clench your jaw in hopes that your lips wouldn’t tremble from the sudden sting of tears at the corner of your eyes, before nodding and pushing yourself off the wall, “alright then. Have a good day, Tsukishima-kun.”

Turning your head back to Tsukishima, you don’t dare meet his eye for fear of what you might see there.

So you stride off without looking back, not at all ready for the hand that catches the back of your elbow and makes you stumble back.

“Please,” your voice shakes with emotion, “let go of me.”

You were all too aware of how people like Tsukishima worked; they bite when they don’t mean to, just like angry dogs abandoned by their owners, and you know that talking to him when he’s still feeling so humiliated will do more harm than gone.

He does as told, even takes a step back as if to give you space. That’s when you turn to face him fully.

“Yes?”

It’s him that’s biting his lower lip this time, looking away as a hand comes up to scratch the back of his head. Gone is the sourly-faced Tsukishima and in his place, is a tall kid embarrassed by his earlier behavior. It almost looks like he’s getting ready for a scolding.

“Sorry sensei,” he takes a breath, “I…didn’t mean that.”

“Good. As you should.”

Another pause where you don’t quite know what to say, and him neither it seems.

When you speak next, your tone is softer, “and how have you really been?”

Tsukishima needs time, and you find that out when slowly, but surely, he starts answering your questions with more elaborate responses. You prod, and he gives, and the more you do, the more comfortable he seems to become with opening up to you; he tells you about how your conversation has got him thinking about what he wishes to do in life, about how it’s impossible to look at his brother in the face after every volleyball practice, about how he wishes he didn’t even like volleyball in the first place and when you laugh, he flushes red and mutters that talking to you is just another form of embarrassment.

“I’m your sensei,” you keep on chuckling, “of course I want to know these things. What would I be here for, otherwise?”

He mumbles something too soft for you to hear and you grin, cocking your head to the side, “what was that?”

“You don’t feel like it.”

You blink, “feel like what?”

Honey-gold eyes lock on yours.

“You don’t feel like a sensei.”

The words struggle to make sense in your head.

And then…it clicks.

“Oh,” your face suddenly feels incredibly hot and uncomfortable and— had someone turned on the heat? “Uhm…I mean, that’s a—uhm…”

He doesn’t respond, though he doesn’t need to.The silence, the way his eyes search your face…suddenly, everything is speaking volumes. Every action, every single word is amplified with a multitude of unspoken possibilities.

This is not right, your mind chimes, this is not right at all.

And yet, your heart starts beating faster. So much so that your eyes drop to the ground and away from the said blonde in question.

You're too wrapped up in your own head that you jump as he steps forward, backs you into the wall and making it imppssible not to comply.

"I--" the words get stuck in the back of your throat, "Tsukishima-kun, you shouldn't--we shouldn't--"

But your words dissolve atop your tongue as soon as your eyes find his, and in his orbs you feel the jaggered emotion that rests there, the intensity of that sudden desire that makes you giddy and terrified at the same time. Without warning, his hand reaches out and, with just a beat of hesitation, curls a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

This action sends your heart sky-rocketing to the moon. You can’t breathe, for fear that doing so would make someone catch you out.

“Tsukishima-kun,” your voice, which you’d hoped would come out as warning, is merely a soft, broken murmur of stuttered words. “That’s—you can’t—do that.”

He stays quiet, still eyeing you like you’re the pivotal axis around which revolves his entire universe.

“OI TSUKISHIMA—Oh! Y/N Sensei?”

A yelp tangles at the back of your throat the moment you stagger to the side, away from the said young man as your eyes find Yamaguchi’s confused ones, “Tsukishima-kun was just—uhm— he was helping me! Fix my hair! Right?”

You throw the blonde a look, but he just keeps on gazing down at you wordlessly as you force out a laugh, “a—anyway, I was just talking about Tsukishima’s university applications. But I’ll be off—right now actually! See you tomorrow!”

And you dash away without looking back, and willing to ignore the way your heart and your mind seem to replay that earlier moment again and again like a broken video record.

——————

What is this? What is going on here?

“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Kuroo breaks you out of your bubble by sticking a cool beer can by your cheek. You yelp, slapping his shoulder in response before realizing that you’ve been mumbling to yourself out loud for the past fifteen minutes of arriving at Kuroo’s doorstep.

He’d taken one look at your face and knew that there was something not quite right about the way your cheeks flushed, or the way you kept avoiding eye contact and shuffling your feet like a child ready to be scolded for something you knew hadn’t been right.

“You need to tell me what’s going on,” Kuroo cracks open his own beer, chugging one large gulp and sighing in relief as he falls back onto the couch, “for me to know how I can help out.”

You sip on your own beer, still distracted by the memory of Tskushima’s fingers against your cheekbone, playing with your hair.

“Hello?” Kuroo’s knee nudges yours, “earth to Y/N? Or did you lose yourself on the way?”

He realizes you’re not chuckling at his lame joke as you usually would. Sitting up and taking a better look at your face, he prods you once more, “hey c’mon. Just tell me. What happened? What’s got you so upset?”

“I’m not upset,” you mumble.

“Oh finally,” he says with a roll of his eyes, “she speaks.”

“It’s just—“ your teeth settle upon your bottom lip, nibbling as you continue, “you know Tsukishima Kei right? You remember you told me you played against him last year?”

“Yeah?” He drags the word out expectantly, “and?”

You recount him the summary of the story, leaving out the part where you thought your heart was about to burst out of your chest and how flustered you were afterwards that you’d found refuge in the women’s staff bathroom, a hand on your chest and the other atop your cheek.

Kuroo’s eyes are wide by the time you’re done. He gapes at you like you’ve just grown another pair of eyes and the attention is irritating.

“What?” You snap, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“Wait—you’re talking about Tsukishima…the blonde dude with glasses?”

“The very one.”

“You mean to say—hold on, let me rephrase this correctly,” he sounds like he’s having so much fun you wish to bash his head in with the beer can in your hand. You decide to sip on your drink instead, “you’re saying that Tsukishima Kei, the guy who’s always scowling and hates socializing with people, actually likes you?”

“I think he likes me,” you correct him, “there’s a difference.”

“Oh shit,” and you watch in horror as a grin splits across your cousin’s face, “nooo shit. Tsukishima, crushing on you.”

“You’re not helping, Kuroo.”

“Sorry,” he shakes his head, “it’s just—Tsukishima. God. I never thought he’d be the one. So? Do you like him back?”

“That’s not the point!”

“Oh,” Surprise spreads over Kuroo’s features as he takes in yours, “you like him too, don’t you?”

“I--No, I mean--"

"You do."

"I--"

Kuroo bursts out laughing in your face as embarrassment flames up through your face and suddenly, the room gets a little hotter with every passing second.

"This isn't funny," you scowl, "this is wrong in every way possible--"

"And yet..." Kuroo throwa you a pointed look, "you're not completely against the idea. Or am I wrong here?"

His question stabs you right in the chest as the reality, the dangerous territory suddenly starts to seep into you. You can get arrestes for encouraging this kind act, even go to jail if things get out of hand.

Kuroo probably notices the sudden silence on your end, for he leans over to give your shoulder a little pat, "hey, don't worry. Just ignore him if you think that's best for you."

"It's not that easy," you mutter into your beer, "I care about him, but I obviously can't let this go further than it should."

"I'd say that's a bit harsh, considering that this is Tsukishima we're talking about. It must've taken one heck of courage to man up like he did--"

"I'm his teacher, tetsurou," you calling him by his first name gets his attention. He knows you're not playing around, "that's just not right."

And will never be, no matter how much you look at it.

-----

A/N: Part 2 up soon!

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"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳?"

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐓𝐖 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : (𝐇/𝐂) 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫, (𝐄/𝐂) 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫, (𝐍/𝐍) 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 *𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡* 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 *𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡*.

It was a lonely, pitch black night. A small figure rushed through the empty stony path. Her right hand clasped tightly around the phone which its screen showed a room chat with the last message written as a simple yes. The scenery of a deserted park greeted her eyes. She reached for the lamppost pole, catching her breath and then immediately sat herself on the nearby swing.

The cold breeze blew strongly, making (Y/N) hugged herself slightly. She huffed, regretting why she only had a sheer cardigan on top of her school uniform, barely protected her from the biting wind. The song of the cicadas and the shimmering moon, she shut her eyes as she enjoyed the peace atmosphere that night gave her. Her eyes fluttered open when a faint footsteps entering her ears, approaching her.

"Kei." (Y/N) greeted Tsukishima's figure as she swung her swing.

"What's the matter?" He asked quietly as he sat on another swing beside hers as he watched her straightened her position.

"I'm sorry I choose to call you now of all the time. I know you have to take some time alone. I'm sorry about Akiteru-nii, Kei. Is there something I can do for you?"

Silence. (Y/N) sighed.

"Remember when I told you about that discussion my family had yesterday? Tonight, they finally came into a conclusion." She looked at the moon. "They want to put me in the orphanage once they divorced and go on with their respective life." She chuckled painfully. "Even my brother already has a plan to stay at his friend's family until he can fulfill his own needs." She bit her lips. "I don't know where to go."

Tsukishima watched quietly as (Y/N) restrained sobs that were threatening to come out from her mouth. "What should I do, Kei?"

Tsukishima opened his lips. "Hey, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) slowly lifted her head, only to find a cold honey orbs staring cruelly at her.

"Maybe it's your fault, isn't it?" The words that left his mouth stabbed right into (Y/N)'s heart.

"...What? What did you say?"

"It's your fault, right?" He pursed his lips. "It's your egoistic self that distance you from your family."

How could you say things like that?

"How many months has it been since you talked to them?" But you're the one who know that they didn't want to hear my story.

"When did the last time you pay attention to your brother, console his sadness?" But I told you already he always pushed me away.

"You don't even want to have dinner together with them every single night." Haven't I told you there's always no dinner portion nor a place for me to sit?

"No wonder they want to dispose you." Enough. She bit her lips.

"Don't you think you're being ungrateful all the time?" I don't know. Should I be grateful to live inside that cold, cruel house? She clenched her fist.

"You never tried hard enough. How come you dare to hope they want to keep you close anywa-"

"Shut up!" She yelled. His eyes widen slightly hearing she raised her voice.

"How dare I, you say? Well, it looks like you never pay any attention to what I was saying to you. So what was that? Fake entertainment?" She chuckled painfully. "I've had enough. You know, Kei. Tonight is supposed to be our goodbye. And you choose to end it this way. It's okay. I'm gonna leave now. Good bye, Tsukishima." She smiled bitterly between the tears that pooled in the corner of her eyes. She took a last glance and turned her heels to leave the park as soon as possible.

"(Y/N)." That stopped her track.

"You never cherish the only brother you have at your side. That's why I said your family have the right to push you away," said Tsukishima with tone as cold as the winter breeze. She bit her lips. Why won't you stop already?

"That's all. Good bye, (Y/N). I never thought of you as my friend all this time anyway." And she heard his step slowly fading away.

I know that your heart was shattered into pieces too yesterday. I know Akiteru-nii broke your trust. But why? Does that make you have the rights to say those words right in front of me?

She fell on her kness, losing all the strength she had while letting her tears streaming down her cheeks.

***

She jolted awake from her dream as she felt a pencil poked her cheek. The loud noises from the chaotic class slowly flooded her hearing once she got a good look of the boy who sat in front of her. Ennoshita Chikara, wearing his bored look. She shifted uncomfortably under his lingering gaze, feeling the slightly annoyed look rested on his face.

"Rise and shine, stupid (Y/N)." He said with a huft. "How long are you going to make me do all these tasks?"

"Uh... sorry, Ennoshita." She chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the annoyance her partner felt. As she scratched the back of her neck, she added, "Y'know, my works have been occupied most of my attention lately."

"I know, but that's not an excuse to make your partner suffer, right? This is exactly why I told you to pay more attention to your academics." He scolded. "Remember what I said yesterday? You have to try harder."

Try harder, huh? Slowly, the words that always haunted her mind coming to her memory.

You never tried hard enough.

She quickly shook off the grief feeling that slowly creeping inside her heart. She replaced her gloomy expression with a smug one.

"Huh? Why do you say I haven't tried hard enough?"

He scoffed. "Of course. Your lacking in study, it is."

"But actually, I have done it." She rested her chin on her palm. "That'd be having you as my project partner, Chikara-kun." She said as she smiling sweetly to the brunette boy. That gesture making Ennoshita shivered.

"Stop it!" He karate-chopped the girl making her let out a small yelp. "That never fails to give me a goosebump."

"I see. So you've been captivated by me as well. Do those butterflies also fluttering inside your stomach?" She rose her eyebrows multiple times in annoying manner which made a vein popped out of Ennoshita's forehead.

"How about you start to do your part to make me also feel lucky to have you as my partner, (Y/N)-san?" She gulped when Ennoshita looked at her with a sweet smile that only means one thing, he's hella mad.

"Yes, yes, Ennoshita-sama." She muttered while starting to open her book.

"I said, stop with that horrible honorific, stupid (Y/N)!" Once again he karate-chopped the girl's head harder earning a louder yelp from her.

***

"You wanna go home already, (Y/N)?" Ennoshita asked, watching the girl stuffing her things inside her bag.

"Of course. I don't have any club activities to begin with." She shrugged. She took out a small cake wrapped in a cute box inside a slightly translucent tote bag, handing it to Ennoshita who had a questioned look on his face.

"Do me a favor and give the cake to Shimizu-senpai, will you?" Before the brunette boy could ask any questions, she added, "Asking Tanaka or Yuu would be troublesome. I'm trying to prevent any commotion here."

"That's not it. Why don't you give it yourself?"

"You know, gym is like a nightmare to me." Her gaze travelled to the class window. Her memories of her brother constantly yelled at her to go away whenever she visited his school gym came to her mind.

"I see." Ennoshita muttered quietly. "But our gym is different, don't worry. I'm sure the team will be thrilled to have you watching our practice."

(Y/N) considered Ennoshita's offer carefully. Yeah, Ennoshita's right. There won't be anyone who would yell at me to go away here, in Karasuno. Right?

"Okay." She said, finally agreed.

Ennoshita grinned widely. "Let's go!" He dragged her by her jacket hoodie, making the female yelped. They finally ended up laughing along their walks to the gym.

***

"Shimizu-senpai!"

The ravenette girl turned her head to the gym entrance, where a (H/C) girl waving her arm excitedly, standing beside Ennoshita. Shimizu Kiyoko smiled happily, walking closer to her underclassman.

"You finally decided to come today, (Y/N)-chan?" She asked kindly while extended her arm to accept the tote bag (Y/N) gave to her, letting out a small thank you.

"Yes." She gave Ennoshita a side glance. "This persistent boy won't stop persuading me to go. So I think it's fine to make him happy once in a while." She chuckled when Ennoshita glared at her.

"(N/N)!"

(Y/N) turned her attention to two creatures running into her direction with full speed. She swiftly slide her body to her right which sending them crashed into the newly tied net. Everyone who saw those scenes unfolding right in front of them immediately burst out laughing at the two idiots trapped like fish in the fishing net. Sugawara took out his phone and hummed contently at the pictures he perfectly taken of the silly scene.

(Y/N) tried her best to surpress the laugh until she finally joining the others, laughing at the poor libero and wing spiker trying to free themselves. When their laughs finally subsided, (Y/N) scanned the large gym thoroughly.

She turned to Ennoshita, "Where are the amazing first years you told me last Monday? They do practice, don't they?"

"Ah, them. You'll see them soon, I'm sure." Ennoshita shifted his attention to the gym entrance, catching four figures walking together in his dark brown eyes. "There they are."

(Y/N) followed her seatmate's gaze and saw a ravenette guy who was bickering with an orange haired guy, followed by a greenish haired guy trying to separate the duo which starting to fight. (Y/N) couldn't spot the fourth member. "You said four, right? Where ar-"

The words immediately got cut when she saw a tall blonde guy wearing a white headphone walking behind his three friends silently, eyes fixed on his mp3 player in hand. The realization hit the (E/C) eyed girl as her complexion paled. The world felt like only focused on the blonde guy who slowly lifted his head feeling an intense gaze directed towards him. His expression was unreadable.

It can't be...

After all this years I was trying to forget...

Why now?

Ennoshita realized the dreadful look his dear friend wearing, eyeing her with worry. He had so many questions as to why they locked eyes in such a long time, with each having strange expression. He slowly tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder, calling her name slowly.

However, that didn't succeed to bring the (H/C) female back to her sense. She just stood there, freezed. Ennoshita's focus solely directed to (Y/N) as he failed to realize Tsukishima was now standing only two feet away from them. He silently watched them, backed away when seeing Tsukishima's menacing glare. While (y/n) just stared blankly at his tall figure, the figure she spent years of longing, deepening the wound inside her heart, keeping it fresh.

"Yo, (L/N)-senpai. Long time no see," said Tsukishima casually, which didn't match his sharp glare that directed to the female he hated.

"W-what're you doing here, Tsukishima?" She managed to stammer out a few words, only to find her stuttered.

"I enrolled here, of course." He lightly scoffed. "Didn't expect to see you here at all."

Her lips shaking, her arms hugged her trembling body tightly. "Don't you have something you want to say to me?" Her voice came as a whisper, barely reaching Tsukishima's ears.

Her whisper followed by silence. Even the third and second years just watching them with closed lips.

Tsukishima lightly chuckled, ironically. "What? You think I'm gonna say I'm happy to meet you again?" He clicked his tongue. "You're such a nuisance. No wonder everyone left you alone. Now, you better do it too."

"W-what?"

"Fuck off, (Y/N)." He glared at the ground. "I don't even want to meet you again."

It was as if the world came to an abrupt stop. All she could hear was just his last words that echoed irritatingly inside her hear. All those years of hurting, questioning, only to hear the answer straight from the person today.

It hurt so much.

The unrequited love, she had her feelings wrapped around a dangerous, tight leash.

"Ah, I see. Then, I'll be off, guys. Thank you for today." She bowed with her eyes burning from tears.

She chuckled painfully. Try not to mind her breaking heart, she dashed right past the blond male who didn't even spare a glance at her. No longer wanted to feel the tears that threatening to spill, she made her way to the crossing bridge. As everything in her surroundings became numb, her guts told her to run away, go find a hiding place to succumb in despair.

She didn't care about anything, even when the traffic light for pedestrians turned bright red, it escaped her sight. Her steps couldn't be stopped. The sound of a loud honking car filled her ears. A bitter smile plastered on her pretty face, her eyes shutted close. Muscles relaxed as she basking herself in the warm light, waiting as the car collided harshly with her fragile body, sending her flying for a mere seconds before she crashed into the wet street with a loud thud.

The pitter patter of people's hurried steps, the rain that drizzled constantly, the warm liquid that grazed her skin, she no longer could feel anything. Just her and the darkness that slowly consumed her sight. She smiled weakly.

At the end of her life, she finally got her answer.

That the guy she had always loved from the beginning, never even wanted to have her by his side.

So she might as well leave, right?

Little did she knew, when she was fighting for her last breath, when everything became numb, she couldn't hear the sound of rapid footsteps of certain blonde man who chased after her, begging her to open her eyes.

Begging her to stay by his side.

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Inside (Tsukishima x Reader) Part 2

You weren’t really sure how it happened, but after that, you seemed to run into the volleyball team much more often. Of course, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were in your class. Hinata and Kageyama, despite constantly arguing, were always together when they ran into you. Kiyoko and Yachi invited you to eat lunch with them every day. Noya, Tanaka, and Asahi always found something to talk to you about when they saw you in the hallway. Sugawara seemed to pop up like a guardian angel whenever you needed help, and Daichi even stopped you at times to talk.

Apparently, you lived near Tsukishima, though you didn’t know exactly where. Since you often stayed late in the art club, he often ran into you after splitting off from Yamaguchi, and the two of you would walk together. Most times you walked in peaceful silence, but every now and then, you would talk to him. It was usually nothing important, and Tsukishima never replied, but he never told you to stop either. Sometimes, you wondered if he was actually listening at all, but you found you didn’t mind if he wasn’t. It was nice to be able to talk with no expectations.

Today was one of those days. It had been a hard day. The dull ache in your shoulder, and the memories that were just a little too vivid weighed heavily on your mind. You flexed your fingers, imagining what it would be like to dribble again, to hear the squeak of your shoes as you raced down the court.

“I miss it.”

Tsukishima glanced at you from the corner of his eye, catching the wistful gleam in your eyes, the longing.

“Basketball?”

You nodded absently, lost in the memories of those days. “I felt alive when I was on the court, like everything had fallen away. There was no one I had to be, no mold I had to fill. Just me and the basketball.”

“Then play.”

“...It’s too soon.”

Tsukishima looked at your face, the sadness that coated your features. There was more to that statement than met the eye, but Tsukishima didn’t push it. If you wanted to talk, you would. The rest of the walk was quiet, but neither really minded.

“Thanks for walking me home.”

“I didn’t. You just followed me.”

You rolled your eyes. Others might be offended, but Tsukishima’s cold personality didn’t really bother you. “Whatever helps you sleep, string bean.”

You could feel the glare on the back of your head, but it only made you smirk. You heard him scoff and his fading footsteps as you stepped into your house.

Narika poked her head out of the kitchen and grinned at you. “Come help me with dinner! I want to hear all about your day!”

You nodded and dropped your things in your room before returning to the kitchen. You told her about the boys, wondering aloud if you should call them friends or acquaintances.

“Of course they’re your friends!”

You doubted they considered you that way, but you just nodded along to avoid a lecture.

“Hinata and Kageyama were arguing over who’s better at serving today.”

“Do they ever stop arguing?”

You cracked a smile. “When they’re playing.”

“You’ve seen them play?”

You nodded. “Kiyoko and Yachi invited me.”

“How was it?”

Your smile widened. “It was fun. The team works so well together. They fill in each other’s weaknesses and improve on each other’s strengths. Hinata is really fast and super agile. He’s a great spiker, and despite their arguments, he and Kageyama work really well together. Suga’s a great setter and a really positive influence on the team. I can see why they call Asahi the ace. He’s a well rounded player that can do well in any position. Noya is insane. He moves so fast, and he’s not afraid to get hurt if it means helping his teammates. Tanaka is…” You chuckled amusedly, “He’s Tanaka. He’s loud and tries to be intimidating. He gets worked up really easily, but he’s a good player. He keeps people on their toes. Daichi is a great captain. He’s good at leading them. He knows when to encourage them and when to push them. It’s admirable. Yamaguchi is nervous and insecure when it comes to his skills, but I think he has a lot of potential.” You rambled.

Narika smiled fondly at the familiar gleam in your eyes. It was the same as when you talked about basketball. “What about the other guy, the tall one with the glasses?”

“Tsukishima. He’s good. He’s got the height and the skills to make a good blocker. He knows how to spike pretty well. His receives could use some work, but overall, he’s a good addition to the team.”

Narika took in your furrowed brows and mild frown. “But?”

You glanced at her and sighed. You couldn’t get anything past her. “He’s got so much potential, but he doesn’t try. It’s hard to tell if he even likes volleyball at all. He could improve so much if he just put in the effort.” You grumbled, frustration seeping into your tone.

Narika was always amused by this side of you, the side that wanted to push people to be the best they could be. That drive to inspire people was one of the things she loved most about you.

“Why don’t you tell him that?”

You shook your head. “We’re not that close.”

“Since when do you need to be close to help someone?”

You paused at that. Narika wasn’t wrong. You didn’t necessarily have to be close to someone to want to help them, but you weren’t sure how to approach Tsukishima. He was likely to get angry if he felt like you were trying to tell him what to do, and you didn’t want that. You weren’t sure if you could be considered friends, but you liked Tsukishima. You enjoyed his company, and you didn’t want to lose it.

“I’ll think about it.”

~~~

It wasn’t easy getting out of bed the next day, but you managed it. The walk to school was interrupted when a car stopped beside you. You glanced to the side, and Daichi waved at you from the front seat. “Want a ride?”

Your lips curved slightly. “I’ve been told not to get in cars with strangers.”

Sugawara gasped from the passenger’s seat. “Us? Strangers?”

You couldn’t fight the smile at the sight of his dramatic display. You popped the car door open and climbed into the back seat.

Asahi smiled at you. “Good morning.”

“Morning.”

You listened curiously to them talk about volleyball strategies. They answered your questions when you had any, but for the most part, you just listened. By the time you reached the school, you had a rough understanding of how volleyball worked.

You smiled. “Thanks for the ride.” You called before parting ways.

~~~

Class didn’t start for another twenty minutes, so you decided to walk around. You turned a corner and ran into Yachi. She dropped a load of papers she was carrying.

“I-I’m so s-sorry!” She stammered.

You crouched down to help her pick up the papers. “Don’t be. It was my fault.” You paused when you saw a drawing among them. “This is really good.”

“I’m making posters for the volleyball team.” She frowned. “It’s a lot harder than I thought. Drawing isn’t my strong suit.”

“I can help.” You offered.

Her eyes widened. “Really?!”

You nodded. “I like to draw, and it’d be good practice.”

“That’s great!”

The bell rang, and Yachi quickly gathered the last of the papers. “Meet me in the gym after school, and we can talk about it!”

As soon as you agreed, she was rushing down the hallway to her class.

~~~

You sat on the bleachers beside Yachi, talking amongst yourselves about the design for the posters. She watched in awe as you easily sketched some example figures at a surprising speed.

“I think this one is the best.” Yachi pointed to one of the figures you’d drawn. It was a featureless form in a jumping position, legs bent back and hand poised to hit an invisible volleyball.

You nodded along and began listing the possible things they could do with it. After a while, Yachi was called to help with practice, and you flipped to a new page and began to sketch a larger version of the drawing the two of you had picked. It was a slow process, and you made several mistakes, but you didn’t mind. It was just a rough sketch to put down the idea. Then, you could work on refining it.

You were still hard at work when someone held a bottle out to you. You glanced up to find Suga standing in front of you. “Drink this. You’ve been working hard.”

You snorted. “Oh please. You guys are the ones doing actual work.”

Daichi caught your words and smiled. “You’re helping with work for the team. That means you’re working hard too.”

You sighed, knowing you were outnumbered on this. You took the bottle and cracked it open. “Thank you.”

Hinata bounded up out of nowhere. “Can we see your drawing?”

That caught the attention of the others, and they slowly made their way over to you.

“It’s not done yet. It’s just a messy sketch right now.” You explained, feeling nervous under so many stares.

“That’s okay!” Noya cut in with a bright smile.

You still hesitated.

“What?” Tsukishima chimed, a smirk appearing on his face. “Is it so bad that you don’t even want to show it?”

You glared at him and turned your sketchbook to face them. The sketchbook slipped out of your hands as someone took it from you. Noya was staring at it with a wide grin. “This is so fucking cool!”

“It’s not that good..” You mumbled, flinching when multiple incredulous gazes fixated on you.

“Not that good?” Suga gasped disbelievingly. “This is incredible!”

You ducked your head, feeling more embarrassed as they continued to pass around your sketchbook. The last person to get it was Tsukishima, the person you were dreading most. You watched his eyes scan over the page before his sharp gaze lifted to you. He held out the sketchbook with a smirk. “Not bad. Looks like you’re not useless after all.”

You snatched your sketchbook from him with a huff. “Shut up, string bean.”

He scowled at the nickname, which you paid no mind to. Yamaguchi patted him on the shoulder. “Come on, Tsukki!”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry Tsukki!”

You smirked to yourself.

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