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starjaeyun · 12 days
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gatekeeper — tsukishima kei !
— tsukishima assures that he is not embarrassed of dating you, you think otherwise
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warning/s : fem! reader, misunderstanding 😁 & a small fight at the beginning, profane language, tinsy bit of angst, fluff & crack from the second half ‘til it ends
note : had this little idea while writing a kageyama drabble so they might be quite similar
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“just give up already”
y/n’s tip-toeing came to a stop. seriously? this was the 4th time this week! with an annoyed groan, she turns around, fists clenched, brows furrowed, and it looks as though a tick mark was formed on her forehead. behind her stood her oh so loving boyfriend, tsukishima kei, who somehow always catches her trying to sneak in the volleyball gym.
“oh c’mon kei! why won’t you let me watch your practice?!” tsukishima sighed, “we’ve talked about this” he grumbled, why does she have to be so stubborn?
“don’t talk like those romanticized, toxic boyfriends on wattpad!” y/n hits his arm, which barely does any damage to him, “and don’t act like them as well!”
tsukishima raises a hand to fix his glasses, “are you saying i’m toxic?”
“i never said that! i just said don’t talk and act like—”
“so you’re implying it?”
“well, you’re going to be if you carry on with that bullshit!” tsukishima grows silent and stares at y/n, who had seemed to be reaching the highest point of her annoyed meter, which would then slowly escalate into anger.
after a few seconds of silence, he spoke, “take these, don’t wait for me and go home. cool your head” in each of his hands were his hoodie and an umbrella, which he brought with him on the way to the gym incase it might rain before they’re able to go back to the locker rooms. with y/n giving no sign of taking it, he placed it on her foot and carried on walking past her.
“i don’t understand you” tsukishima comes to a halt, looking back almost immediately upon noticing y/n’s change of tone. crap, was i too harsh?
“why are you acting like that if you’re embarrassed of me?” he couldn’t tell whether she’s sad or angry.
“acting? acting like what? and what do you mean embarrassed?!” his tone immediately gave away his nervousness.
“in school or when you’re with someone else, you avoid and act like you don’t know me but when we’re alone, suddenly you’re taking care of me! make it clear whether you love me or not to save both our time because i am not about to start losing myself for a boy who can’t love me the way i deserve!” it’s clear that she wanted to say more so tsukishima stayed silent. “if you’re going to love me, at least be honest with me! am i embarrassing or not?!”
“of course not!”
“then why?!” it was a miracle that y/n was not crying nor shouting at the moment.
tsukishima fully turns his body this time, “what’s embarrassing is my explanation…” and the mood suddenly lightens.
“TSUKISHIMA, YOU BASTARD!” tanaka and nishinoya’s yelling made tsukishima sigh.
“you call me selfish but keep shimizu-senpai’s sister all to yourself” kageyama grumbles
tsukishima stands still. hands clasped together behind his back and head bowed down. he looks like a child getting a scolding, or how the the freak duo looks whenever daichi catches their slip ups.
nishinoya and tanaka kneels in front of the first year. head bowed down as if they were praising him, and that they are.
“on this day, we honor you. congratulations on getting a shimizu!” they say in unison.
“you’re overreacting” tsukishima simply says.
“nope, i, too, would congratulate you tsukki. no offense, but you’re not exactly the ideal boyfriend” yamaguchi says with a finger under his chin.
“mhm! so you better treat her right tsukishima! she’s like our little sister” sugawara’s smile does not look comforting at all.
“call me if you need help in buying gifts!” daichi volunteers happily.
“and me if you need advice!” asahi adds.
“why are you guys taking my job?” shimizu comments while giggling. “but, i do think that tsukishima is just right for my little sister” she turns to look at her sister who was now playing around with kageyama and hinata, “she’s as chaotic as those two, he’ll be able to handle her. so i trust that i won’t have to worry much?”
“of course” tsukishima didn’t seem like himself at the moment. his eyes seemed to have soften at the sight of his girlfriend. he smiled, though not too obvious.
“why are you smiling like a male lead in a drama?” tanaka teased. and though tsukishima hates expressing his emotions to his teammates, he certainly loves poking their annoyance scale, “because this is what it’s like to love and be loved”
“Why are you making it seem like kiyoko does not love me back! she does love me! right? right?” tanaka gave kiyoko hopeful eyes and received no response aside from her turning around.
“I’m not talking about platonic love”
“WHY YOU—“
“KEI!” apparently, while he successfully annoyed the second year, his girlfriend heard what he said and would definitely never let it go.
“when have you been so sweet?! love and be loved? seriously?!” she bounced up and down, hands on tsukishima’s shoulder for support.
“she’s no different from the freak duo, i’m afraid” sugawara comments and laughs along with the third years.
“but am i really that beautiful that you had to gatekeep me from your entire team?” she laughed, still bouncing, and tsukishima only stood there with his smile never seeming to fade.
“if that were me i’d be receiving his train of insults by now” hinata says, joining the rest of the team as they watched how tsukishima seemed to be a lot softer around y/n.
“you’re such a gatekeeper kei!” she teased, this time, she stopped bouncing and have started poking her boyfriend’s sides.
“that he is! how dare he gatekeep kiyoko-san’s sister?!” tanaka kneeled back down on one knee with a hand on his chest.
nishinoya followed suit, “and what’s annoying is that she reciprocated his love!”
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kentolove · 2 years
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When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.
You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.
“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”
“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.
“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”
“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”
“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.
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You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.
When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.
It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.
“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.
“I just wanna be there.”
You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.
“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)
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Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.
He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.
“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.
“Don’t talk to me.”
He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.
“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.
“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.
“Don’t ignore me!”
“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”
You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.
“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.
“Don’t be an ass.”
“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.
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awearywritersworld · 1 year
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A misunderstanding makes you feel insecure.
Haikyu x Reader w/c: 1.4k // 1.1k warnings: just a lil angst, but fluffy endings. a/n: back on my haikyu bullshit bc life is tough rn and i needed something pure and wholesome. post!timeskip, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader characters: Tsukishima Kei // Kuroo Tetsuro
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Tsukishima Kei
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When Tsukishima first met you in university, he had taken notice of you, though you didn’t really start talking until you were paired for a research assignment. While he was just a tad nervous when you invited him to your apartment to work on it, he didn’t mind as you lived nearby.
An observant person, Tsukishima soon took note of your little quirks, many of which he silently regards as endearing. Your eyes would widen, sparkling with interest as you stumbled upon new articles and discoveries during your research. You always brewed a fresh pot of tea and grabbed something extra at the bakery when you knew he was coming over.
When he told you he plays volleyball for the Sendai Frogs, he was taken aback by how interested you seemed. He informed you about his position and that he started playing because of his older brother. Pink dusted his cheeks when you asked if you could attend his next match, which he agreed to. During the match, a few of his teammates gave him nudges and sly smirks. "You just seem really into the game today, Tsukishima-kun."
Your friendship persisted even after your project had been turned in, and while Tsukki was surprised, he also found that he was relieved. He enjoyed your company, after all. The thought of parting ways with you made his heart skip a beat like some lovesick teenager.
Toward the end of the semester, you're approaching the lecture hall you share with Tsukishima when you spot him talking to one of your classmates, a girl. The sight makes your stomach flip and you freeze, watching their interaction from afar.
"I just wanted to give you this, Tsukishima-kun," she begins nervously, handing him a box of sweets wrapped in pink paper.
"Oh, thanks." His tone is unexpressive as ever.
"You play volleyball, right? Maybe I could come to watch you sometime!"
She's barely finished speaking before he responds, "sorry, but I don't really like having people come to my games. You know, focus and all..."
He trails off and she tries her best to recover. "O-Okay! No problem! I'll see you around."
She scurries away and you can just barely hear him grumble something about annoying admirers and wanting to be left alone. You realize you stopped breathing at some point and all you can think while you harshly exhale is 'oh, god.'
Over the past few months, you had certainly developed a crush on Tsukishima. You feel awful about having gone to quite a few of his games when, evidently, he must have found it irritating. You're staring into nothing with wide eyes when you hear your name being called.
Your head snaps in the direction it came from and your gaze meets Tsukishima's as he approaches you. He greets you as he usually does and you stutter out a reply. Walking into the classroom together, he's squinting at you out of the corner of his eye. It's clear to him that something is up.
"You okay?" he asks as you both slide into your usual seat beside one another.
"Of course!"
That's how the next few days pass--- he knows something is wrong and you pretend that everything is fine. You're quieter than usual and you haven't invited him to hang out at all. Since you're typically the one to take initiative, Tsukishima is left feeling a little lost.
When you don't come to his next game, he finally decides he's going to have to figure out how to resolve whatever is going on. It's already dark outside by the time the team finishes, but he still heads in the direction of your apartment.
With each step, he wracks his mind trying to figure out what the hell he's even going to even say. Did he do something wrong? Have you grown tired of him and his cynicism?
Standing in front of your apartment door, it occurs to him that you might not even be home. He knocks apprehensively and the door swings open a few moments later.
"Tsukki!" you squeak out.
You're in your pajamas, a sight he's never seen before, and it makes his mind go blank. He tries desperately to keep his eyes from trailing down to your thin top and flannel shorts.
"Can I come in?" he finally asks.
"S-sure!" you step aside. "I'll go get some tea started."
He can't help but smile as you hurry off, thinking you might be the cutest person he's ever met. Instead of making his way to the couch, he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Do you need a hand?"
"That's alright, it'll just be a few minutes," you say, reaching up to a high shelf for a tin of tea leaves.
He's behind you in an instant, his body pressed to your back as he grabs the one he knows is your favorite. "This one, right?"
"Yeah, thanks!"
Shocked your voice doesn't betray you, your heart is now hammering in your chest with impossible force. He's still close behind you as he sets it down on the counter. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he takes a step back.
Once you finish filling the kettle, he speaks up. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"
Setting it down on the stove and turning on the burner, you turn to give him your full attention. "Always."
The way you look up at him expectantly makes him swallow and clear his throat. "I was wondering if everything is okay?"
"What do you mean, Tsukki?"
"Um, you just haven't seemed like yourself the past few days."
He hopes his vague answer is enough, but you tilt your head to the side. "How so?"
If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were trying to torture him.
"Well, you've been less talkative," he nearly winces at how pitiful he sounds. "And then when you didn't come to my game tonight..."
He can't think of what else to say, cursing the way his cheeks heat up. You hardly notice though, too caught up in your own embarrassment and avoiding his eye.
"Oh, that!" you laugh nervously. "You see, I may have... overheard you talking to our one classmates the other day..."
The look on his face tells you he has no idea what you're referring to.
"She gave you a gift a-and asked to come to see you play, but you told her you didn't like when people came to your games." You're talking very quickly by this point. "I-I didn't want to annoy you-"
Tsukishima's eyes nearly pop out of his head in disbelief and he starts to laugh at the situation, but you think he's laughing at you. At first, he fails to notice that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks.
"I'm sorry Tsukki," you apologize, lip quivering.
That gets his attention right away, a look of horror taking over his features.
"No, no, no! I wasn't- I didn't mean to laugh!" His words are jumbled and he tries his best to slow them. "It's just that you're not people, you're... you."
"Oh," you say while wiping at your eyes, not quite yet processing the meaning behind his words.
You still seem so sad and it tugs at Tsukishima's chest, making him panic.
"I like you!" he blurts out and your watery eyes dart up toward his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was more obvious about it than I was. I-I missed seeing you in the stands tonight and talking to you in class and coming over afterward and-"
He keeps rambling on and you think it might be the longest you'd ever heard the usually very matter-of-fact man speak for. He only stops when you start to giggle, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide it.
The kettle suddenly whistles, breaking any sort of tension that might have lingered between the two of you. You swiftly remove it from the heat before turning back to him.
"I like you, too, Tsukki."
He breathes a sigh of relief, eyes flicking between each of your own. His honesty just moments ago has him surprised and while he'd usually be uncomfortable in a situation like this, oddly enough, he's not.
There's a ghost of a smile adorning his face and he spends a second just looking at you. 'You're... you,' he considers his words from earlier and knows that this is what he meant. You're different from most people. You make him feel at ease.
"You should call me Kei," he states simply, before moving to prepare the tea just the way he knows you like it.
Kuroo Tetsuro
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One afternoon, Kuroo stopped by the coffee shop across from his office building downtown. Pulling the door open, he caught the reflection of a person around his age in the glass. As he moved so that he could hold it open for you, you thanked him with a small smile.
You caught his attention, dressed for some seemingly important job, your hair just a touch messy, but in a way that looked good. While you waited in line, he asked you about your day and his charming small talk left you a blushing mess.
You were in front of him in line, but once you finished telling the barista what you wanted, he stepped up to add his own drink to the order. "On me, of course."
Two years later, you're living together in a cozy apartment and you couldn't be happier. Kuroo is everything you could ever ask for--- charismatic, reliable, thoughtful. It was even his idea that the two of you go out for dinner after work every Thursday.
So when that day of the week finally rolls around, you finish your tasks for the day and head over to his nearby office to meet up. You get off the elevator on his floor and make your way down the hallway, noticing his door is open a few inches. You stop once you hear voices inside.
“Isn’t it hard having a partner, though? I mean, always having someone around, not being able to relax and do your own thing.”
The voice is unfamiliar and your head tilts to the side as you listen.
Your boyfriend chuckles, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “I suppose they can be a lot sometimes.” 
Inwardly, Kuroo reflects on your late-night bouts of energy when he’s half asleep, your ramblings about the newest show you’ve been watching (he truly does try his hardest to keep up), your habit of constantly asking him for reassurance even though you’re so far out of his league it’s unreal. 
You can’t see the fond smile that bashfully plays on his lips or hear the thoughts running through his mind. Left with just his words alone, you deflate as you’re overcome by embarrassment. 'Well, he's not wrong,' you think.
“Then what’s the point?” the other person wonders.
You can’t bear to hear Kuroo's answer, so you move away from the door and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. The fact that you’re about to burst into tears at his work, of all places, is probably why he thinks the way he does. A humorless laugh passes your lips as you berate yourself. You dip into the bathroom and force yourself to take a few deep breaths before anyone can see you.
If only you had waited a few moments longer, you would have heard Kuroo's response. "I figured out pretty quickly they could be a handful sometimes, but it's part of what made me love them, you know?"
"No, gross. Don't go all sappy on me, senpai," the young intern rolls his eyes.
It just makes Kuroo laugh, "you asked! Now get out of my office and go tell them you'd love to get dinner with them tonight."
The intern grumbles as he leaves, but Kuroo doesn't miss the grin tugging at his lips. "After you finish your work for the day, of course," the older man hollers from his seat.
Finally having composed yourself, you exit the bathroom, passing the intern and greeting him politely.
You knock once you reach the door to Kuroo's office and his eyes light up, "hey, sweetheart!"
His tie has already been loosened for the evening and his hair is a bit disheveled.
"Hey, Tetsu," you say sheepishly. Even now, he still makes your stomach flutter.
"I just need a few minutes to finish this up," he informs.
"Sure, take your time!"
You try your best to make your voice sound bright and move to take a seat on the couch that's tucked against the wall. Kuroo returns his attention to the computer, but he quickly realizes you're quiet. Weirdly quiet. He peeks over at you and you're just sitting there on your phone with a blank expression.
The soft clicking of his keyboard stops. He says your name and you hum in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind?"
You glance over to find that he's looking at you, his body leaning over his desk in your direction. The expression he wears is a gentle one. His obvious concern and the fact he's already picked up on your vexation are enough to arouse the emotions you'd hopelessly tried to bury earlier. In an attempt to hide your tears, you avert your eyes. The action immediately has Kuroo rising from his seat.
"Hey, hey, hey," he frets, sitting beside you and putting a hand on your knee. "Look at me, what happened?"
The sight of you like this makes his heart squeeze tightly in his chest and when you finally turn to him, his eyes are burning with worry.
"It's nothing, it's dumb," you dismiss, waving your hand.
"Sweetheart, don't say that. Something's got you all worked up." He brushes your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."
"I-I'm sorry" you choke out.
"There's no reason to be-"
"I know I can be a lot sometimes," you add, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.
Realization and guilt descend upon him in tandem. "You heard-"
"Only some of it!" you clarify before he finishes, "I-I didn't mean to listen in on you, I just-"
He boops your nose, making your words stop in your throat. "You just didn't stay and listen to the part where I told him you it's what makes me love you so much."
He's got a little grin on his face, refraining (with some difficulty) from calling you a dork.
"You said that?"
He hums, "of course I did."
A moment passes and he can sense you're still feeling unsure of yourself, so he continues. "I can be passive and a bit... emotionally closed off at times. It makes me admire how expressive you are and how strongly you react to things, both good and bad."
Touched by his words, you feel all your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a warm feeling in the center of your chest. "Then you'll be happy to know that is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it makes my heart want to explode."
"Ah, see! There it is!" he beams and stands up, offering you his hand.
Once you rise to your feet, he places a kiss firmly on your temple.
"Alright, the rest of this can wait," he decides as he grabs his bag, turns off his computer, and slips his fingers through your own. "I'm all yours."
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strawberrykake · 2 years
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bf that looks v intimidating and has a brooding gaze when he’s in public but the moment he sees you, his eyes light up like a child
—USHIJIMA, Tsukishima, KAGEYAMA, Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Aran, HYAKUZAWA, Kuroo, AONE, Asahi, WASHIO, KIRYU, Tanaka
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popkorrn · 2 years
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"are you even listening?"
you blinked. tsukishima's words brought you back to reality, and your cheeks immediately flushed red when you realised that you had been absentmindedly staring at him for the past few minutes.
"uh, yes?"
tsukishima raised his eyebrows skeptically. "okay. so do you understand this now?"
you sent him a reassuring smile, nodding a little too earnestly for someone who was too busy staring at him to even comprehend anything that he had said. your plan for a productive study session backfired at you, and you now found yourself unable to focus on anything other than the loud beating of your heart against your chest and the butterflies swarming your stomach at his gaze.
"and," tsukishima said, an unusual sense of nervousness evident in the tone of his voice. he turned away from you, suddenly finding the text on the open textbook in front of him ten times more interesting. "stop smiling like that."
you sent him a quizzical glance, tilting your head in confusion. "like what?"
"like... that just now." he replied, shooting you a wary side glance before focusing his attention back to the textbook in front of him. but that didn't hide the slight tinge of pink that covered the tips of his ears.
"why not?" you asked, feeling a smile creep up your cheeks. you continued to stare at him, watching as his eyes dart from yours to his textbook in a slight panic. "what's wrong with my smile?"
"nothing's wrong with it." he replied a bit too quickly. it was almost as if he didn't want you to get the wrong idea.
you rested your chin on your palm, gazing at him intently with a lovestruck grin. your own grin widened when the usually stoic boy cracked a small smile of his own.
"stop that." tsukishima protested, propping up the textbook to cover up his face.
"why?" you were now smiling so much that your cheeks were starting to hurt. you reached over the table, pulling the textbook slightly to lower it so you could have an unobstructed view of the blonde boy sitting opposite of you.
"i can't focus when you look at me like that."
"so you like my smile?"
"yeah. i guess i do." tsukishima said with a defeated sigh, finally looking at you, his gaze softening. now that his cover is blown, there's no point in trying to keep it up. "why wouldn't i like it? your smile is cute."
the sincerity in his voice took you by surprise, and your smile faltered. you were expecting a sarcastic response, or for him to joke that it was because your smile was an eyesore, not for him to respond truthfully.
a victorious smirk played across his face when you just stared back at him like a deer in headlights, rendered speechless by the fact that tsukishima had just flirted back with you and complimented your smile.
"so, about that strawberry shortcake you owe me for this study session." tsukishima said with a smirk that looked annoyingly good on him. "why don't you treat me to it this weekend?"
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mitsuyaya · 10 months
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[ to give a handkerchief ] tsukishima kei
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contains: 700+ words. fluff, palace knight tsukki
end note: a second part for this and here is the prologue :)
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The breeze from outside the palace is unforgiving, relentlessly cold as it slips past through your thin nightgown and into your skin. It prickles your flesh everytime the leaves from the trees sways, making your already frigid night more unbearable.
But even so, the cold breeze couldn't outweigh the heavy and bitter feeling in your chest, one that makes you decide to go out, one that causes a tear to suddenly fall from your eyes.
You're glad that it's the middle of the night, devoid of maids, visitors and knights to find you in your most vulnerable moment, you wouldn't want them to have the luxury to find you crying, to find you suffering all because of them.
Because of how much they berate you. As much as possible, you wanted them to see you with a smile on your face, with a bold countenance that says ‘no matter how many times you push me down, I will still rise up.’ But as their chastisement worsened, being more physical as you age, the more you couldn't keep up the facade of a strong woman.
“You are here again, it seems” you looked up only to find the mysterious knight you've seen almost every night. He's here again, with his trademark helmet, his presence you found solace in, and his pretty, silvery voice that soothes your nerves.
“Just as I thought, you were crying aren't you?” there's a hint of disappointment in his tone, not because of you crying everytime he comes to see you but because he knows the reason why you would suddenly go here late at night, to let your tears fall without anyone seeing.
He hands you a handkerchief, a green one. If you weren't so dejected at the moment, you would've teased and told him that giving someone a handkerchief is the same as confessing, but you didn't, you took the handkerchief and wiped your tears.
“What did they do this time?” he asks, “the maids gave me food with too much salt” typical, something only cowards and lowly servants like them could do.
“and the chef made a dessert with pear.” you heard him curse from under his breath, something that made you giggle a bit.
“They know you are allergic to pear, how insolent. You are a princess, how dare they?” he's getting mad on your behalf, even more angry than you are, cursing the names of those imperial maids and cooks — it's hilarious seeing him get so worked up, get so worked up in something that isn't his problem.
It goes on for quite some time, how he swears that he'll make them pay by pushing them intentionally when he sees them, or to criticize them harshly that they'll cry so much.
It's enough assurance and comfort to make you forget about the whole ordeal, enough to make you stop crying.
“I should go back, thank you for comforting me again sir knight” you smiled at him, just this once you wish you could see the face of the man who comforts you every night but you know it'll take a long time, you can't push someone who told you that he feels insecure when he removes his helmet. For now, you're just glad that he's comfortable enough to see and talk to you everyday.
“Good night princess, have a good sleep” he bids you goodbye, standing still as you enter the palace.
When he couldn't find your figure anymore, Tsukishima removes his helmet, his blonde hair all messy now, cheeks dusted with pink as he recalls what he did earlier.
He gave you a handkerchief?
A handkerchief out of all things.
What was he thinking?
You don't even know his face yet and even if he removes his helmet in front of you, he knows you'll be scared, you'll never talk to him ever again — because out of all the people in the palace, it's him you dislike the most.
How could he tell you that he's Tsukishima kei, the empire's greatest knight, the person your father favors so much?
You've said it multiple times, how much you hate your father and his favorite knight, then how was he supposed to introduce himself to you?
And he still dares to give you a handkerchief? Though it is pretty much needed in that moment, still, that was humiliating.
Tsukishima sighs, burying his face into his hand, really he's so stupid. He could only wish you didn't know what it meant to give someone a handkerchief and wish that someday, he'll introduce himself to you — with no helmet.
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lizandbo · 10 months
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okie doks, so i would like a hc where bokuto, kuroo, and maybe tsukishima react to seeing their volleyball player! girlfriend play for the first time
i love your blog btw :) it makes me happy <3
Volleyball player!reader x kuroo, bokuto and tsukishima
I’m so so glad that my writing makes you happy, plus this ask is like 100 years cuz time management is not a thing for me
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Tsukishima
Before I say anything else HE WILL LAUGH WHEN YOU MESS UP
When you tell him that you play volleyball he might not believe you until he sees it with his very own eyes
He would believe you but ✨trust issues✨
If you ever invite him to one of your matches he just either gives a glare and says a monotone “ok” or grunt in response 
But most times he goes to your games without you knowing 
Tsukishima wants to see when do your best without the pressure of people yk watching you
Cuz honestly I feel that wholeheartedly 
But man when he does see you?
Bros gonna explode from being flustered 
He thinks that you honestly look really hot, but he never ever gonna say that
Not even when he’s being held by gunpoint, which honestly who would ask that question if you were being held by gunpoint?
Anygays 
He just appreciates your work ethic in volleyball
Not being too annoying and obnoxious about volleyball or not giving a fuck with his standards 
Nice balance 
and at some point you motivate him to push on his own hobbies (more so volleyball)
When you catch sight of him you whip your head around to get a double take almost getting whiplash in the process
He just covers his mouth and snickers by the confusion of your face just now realizing that he did attend your match after all
You shuffled up to him half bashful half excited to see tsuki
You wrapped your arms around his middle and he stared back to, giving you a little headpat 
“Sooo how did I do? Since you’ve been stalking me like a dimwit”
“You did better than last time ig, moron”
“You were here last time too??” 
“Now see your the dimwit here since you didn’t even realize I’m coming to your stupid games”
“Awww tsuki I thought would’ve never be here:(“
“Your an official dimwit” tsukishima says with a blush darkening 
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Bokuto
He knew you played volleyball cuz he always has asked you how was your day? Every single fucking day
Even before you were dating
It might get a lil annoying sometimes but baby boy genuinely wants to hear about your day
Prolly at some point interrupts you by accident but once he realized he apologizes so damn much 
But a simple “it’s ok bo” is enough for him lmao
ANYWAYS 
IS SO PROUD OF YOU WHEN YOU PLAY
ALWAYS YELLS LETS GO Y/N OR HEY HEY HEYYYY THATS MY S/O
Vvvv proud baby 
Whatever position you play he’s so so so supportive 
“Y/n! That’s such a great set im so proud of you”
“I KNEW YOU COULD DO SO WELL BABY”
“HEY HEY HEY! That spike was so accurate, you should have a kiss as an award! Come her baby”
“BLOCK THEM BASTARDS! YEAHHH”
When the match/ practice is over he’ll quite literally jump and attack you with a bear hug smothering you to absolute death
You guys go to your car him carrying you bride style  and finding a withered mess of half dead rose petals in the passenger seat cuz bo was so focused on seeing you than bringing the damn bouquet of flowers he was gonna give you
“Well… maybe I’m just distracted by incredibly sexy and hot partn-“
“OKAY BOKUTO, LETS JUST GET IN THE DAMN CAR”
“Your also very cute when you stammer like that”
“Booooo”
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Kuroo 
Also a vvv proud baby
Found out by having the volleyball match delayed and you coming home late
Quite literally did the mom “and where were you?” Thing on you
But he was concerned for his baby cuz you could’ve gotten kidnapped
You told him that you were at a game of yours and he was appalled 
“And you never thought that I would like to go?” Pouts like a little girl in a playful way
“Well I just never thought you wanted to go since your always so busy”
“Bullshit, I’d do anything for you” he practically manhandled you onto the bed and cuddled there
“Oh really? Anything??” Your eyes sparkled as he met your eyes with a small smile
“Yes baby, anything. Your my one and only”
“Ok so would you do the dishes for me? Oh oh and cook dinner too that would be absolutely fantastic”
Rooster wasn’t too happy with that response smh
SKJDJDJD I GET SO DISTRACTED ANYWAYS
rooster baby would go to any games when he has free time 
Analyzes your movements a lot 
But he’s never deeply judging you in a negative way, he’s just observing 
Becomes your personal trainer but would never push you too hard 
Always after matches no matter if you win or not he’ll always have some version of “you did well baby, now drink some water I’m not letting you be dehydrated”
Always gives you a meaningful hug too
Kisses are also a definite must
One on your forehead, nose and three on the lips
It’s like a secrete combination just between the two of you
Even tho it’s not even like a lock or some shit
It always amazing him how you do certain things when your focused into your game
Sometimes laughs at how cute you are
Just being a proud parent boyfriend is all you need
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ladylumin · 2 years
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When He Likes You | Tsukishima x GN!Y/N
To Tsukishima, strong eye contact is a major sign of affection, which is why he often sends a penetrating stare in your direction.
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What He Does When He Likes You
Tsukishima would...
Admire you and watch the little things you do.
Notice how you walk, talk, and how you laugh.
Become very observant as his focus is solely on you.
Try to sit somewhere in that you are in eye vision of him.
Act like he isn’t paying attention when truth is he is tuned in more than you think. 
Be too nervous to speak when you call him and will call you back once he is done panicking over the phone call.
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Tsukishima would share his interests and thoughts with you, leading to deep conversations regarding certain topics. He would invite you to tag along and go with him to see his favorite music band, and he would share his passions with you. Tsukishima is someone who has respect for privacy and secrets, and he would want to know things varying from your visions for the future and your darkest secrets. He would want to know things like that as it shows that he’s really interested in you. Funny thing is he wouldn’t share this type of information, and would avoid answering deep questions you ask him that he sees as personal until he thinks you’re ready to know. Tsukishima would protect you if he sees someone as a threat but would also protect you from harm that comes your way, as well as stand up for you when someone or others are against you. Tsukishima would find you intriguing, often seeming to gaze into your soul. He would also become interested in your hobbies as well. Tsukishima would ask you a lot of questions, in a way to get to know you better. He feels closer to you as he gets to know you better. Tsukishima doesn’t seem like the type to use physical affection, but he does, surprisingly. When the two of you are alone, he’s not afraid to be very touchy with you.
Although it might be hard to tell if Tsukishima likes you at first, his actions and behavior will let you know in the end if he likes you for sure.
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akutails · 2 years
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MUSEUM VISITS - tsukishima kei
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✁timeskip! tsukishima decides to finally visit this one museum he's been seeing in tokyo. warnings: spoilers for timeskip tsuki and asahi. repost from @[kgyamaboyf].
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Tsukishima roams the busy streets of Tokyo, stuffing his cold hands further into his coat pockets. His breath feels hot inside his mask, despite his freezing body, as he walks mindlessly around the unfamiliar city. He’s been to Tokyo several times, two of those times during his high school days when Karasuno competed in the Spring High National Tournament. Still, he hasn’t properly seen the city in all its glory. He doesn’t know why he decided to go out since he has an important match to play tomorrow, but being stuck in a hotel room with his two teammates with varying personalities seemed too draining for him at the moment.
The busy streets of Tokyo didn’t seem like Tsukishima’s scene. It’s not like he looked out of place, but he felt out of place. During these times, he wonders if this is what Asahi felt when he left Miyagi to study in a fashion school here. Unlike Tsukishima, he was more shy and reluctant, scared of failure, and easily demotivated. Asahi didn’t seem like the person to move away from the comfort of his hometown to a scary, wild place like Tokyo. To his surprise, his senior easily fit into Tokyo with little to no problem. There was an initial dialect border, but he eventually found his footing in Tokyo. Some days, he’ll receive a notification from the Karasuno Alumni group chat from him, talking about Tokyo and how happy he is with his current life. Tsukishima thought about visiting him, but he was never really close with him, so he scrapped the idea.
Tugging his scarf over his nose, he spots a building out of the corner of his eyes. He has seen this building several times throughout his many trips to Tokyo, but he never had the chance to visit it. There wasn’t much to see when he looked it up after seeing it while accompanying Kageyama and Hinata on their jog. Their website was practically abandoned; the only information he gathered was that it was a museum, open until eleven.
Tsukishima lets out a heavy sigh once he enters the museum, relishing the heater’s warmth inside the building. It wasn’t much warmer than outside, but he could tolerate it enough to remove the hood of his coat from his head and his mask. After wiping the fog from his glasses after being in the cold, he looks around. The interior wasn’t underwhelming, but it wasn’t overwhelming either. The off-white cream paint of the walls and pillars peeling from the bottom looked pretty worn out and old. The lights were dim, flickering every once in a while. Looking forward, the front desk looked empty. The man behind the counter had his head down on the table, obnoxious snores coming out of his mouth. Tsukishima had nothing bad to say about him, however. It was already nearing eleven in the evening, and he was probably itching to go home.
He almost wanted to walk right back out, not wanting to bother the napping man, but he wanted to stay inside for a little longer. This worn-out building looked more like his scene than the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. Not long after looking around some more, the man groggily lifted his head and spotted the tall blond near the entrance. Immediately fixing himself and his wrinkled uniform, he calls over the middle blocker. “Hey, you! You wanna get a tour?”
Said blond nearly jumped in his spot at the man’s loud and raspy voice. He looked over to the man, who seemed less collected than his smile gives off, and approached the desk. “It’s almost eleven. Aren’t you supposed to shoo me away or something?”
The man’s smile only widens, shifting his gaze to the old-model monitor in front of him. He taps a few buttons before the sound of a printer echoes through the halls. Tsukishima could only watch as the man signed an all-pass tour ticket and slid it over the desk. He finally gets a good look at the man and almost cringes at the tacky uniform he’s wearing. It looked tacky and out-of-date; the dark green color only worsened it. He looks down at the ticket and sees the same color, filled with silly, unmatching stickers and labels with his scrawny signature on the side.
Pulling out his wallet from his coat pocket, Tsukishima asks, “how much is this?”
“It’s on the house, kid!”
Tsukishima frowns a bit, “No, I insist. You’re about to close.”
This time, the man wears a sad smile, flicking the ticket closer to the blond as he stands up. The instant change of mood makes Tsukishima uncomfortable.
“I told you, it’s on the house. I’m sure the tour guide would love to see you.”
The man leads Tsukishima further into the building and points at a person he can’t quite see. He’s told to approach this person, his tour guide, and show them his pass. Once the man leaves, he starts to walk in your direction.
His vision starts to clear as he gets a better view of you. You were standing in front of two large open double doors, which he assumes are the entrance, staring off to the side. He follows your line of vision and spots various walls filled into diagonal lines with paintings hanging on them. Most of the walls were empty; then he sees the two workers approach one of the walls and detach the artwork from it, carrying it off to an unknown location.
Looking back at you, he recognizes the look of grief flash in your eyes as you observe the workers take each painting away. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, posture slumping down slightly. He recognizes the tacky, muddy green uniform you’re wearing, the same uniform that the man at the front desk wore, but you pulled it off better. The collar was crisp, and your shirt still looked pressed after a long day at work, tucked inside your baggy pants. You ditched the heavy boots the other man was wearing for a pair of white running shoes, albeit a little dirty and worn out now. He switches his gaze back to the workers, watching as they carry the large paintings away.
From the corners of your eyes, you spot a tall man suddenly in front of you. Holding back a startling noise, you spot a ticket hanging from his fingers as he looks over to the side. With a small, sad smile, you follow his line of sight.
“I don’t know where they’re taking the paintings,” you start, making Tsukishima snap his head in your direction, “but they’re definitely not staying here anymore.”
“Did someone buy them?”
“I wish, but no.” You sigh, picking at the skin on your thumb as you watch the workers carry the last painting, “they’re moving it somewhere else, or probably giving them back to the artists.”
Tsukishima gives you a weird look, to which you reply with a quiet chuckle, “this museum is going out of business soon; that’s why they’re moving them out. Tomorrow, they’re gonna start to move the other, larger displays.”
He gives you a knowing nod, suddenly realizing why the man was so eager to provide him with a free ticket because it didn’t matter anymore. He puts two and two together and figures out why he never saw anything about this museum when he looked it up; it hasn’t been doing well. The place couldn’t afford the renovations to keep the site looking spick and span, and it couldn’t afford to hold all of the displays inside. It was probably long-awaited, the downfall of this museum, but you were here to wait it out.
“The tour guide would love to see you.”
Giving his attention back to you, he hands you his ticket. “Can I still get a tour, then?”
Your eyes visibly light up, reaching out to grab the ticket from his hand. You inspect the ticket for a second before ripping off one end and returning the rest to the blond. You smile a real one this time and hold out your hand.
“Thank you so much for taking an interest. I’m _____, and if it’s not obvious by now, I’ll be your tour guide.”
He awkwardly shakes your hand in return, “I’m Tsukishima. Thank you for having me. I’ll be in your care.”
“It’s no problem, Tsukishima!” his name rolls off your tongue so easily, he notes, “it’s been a while since we’ve had a walk-in. The most recent visitors we’ve had were usually just children.”
“Speaking of children, a second-grade class came here earlier,” you lean over to the wall and start switching on the other lights, “they weren’t all that interested, though.”
Tsukishima hums in response, squinting at the sudden light source. As his vision steadies, his eyes widen at the display inside. There were rows of different fossils, along with large boards beside each collection.
“These are what’s left inside the museum. They’re just fossils that are evidence of the continental drift theory, which I’m pretty sure you’re already aware of.”
He trails behind you as you start to discuss the continental drift theory like it was the back of your hand, actively pointing out each fossil, which region they came from, and how they play into the drift theory. The sorrow in your eyes is completely wiped away, replaced by a look of pure interest and dedication. He already knows all of the stuff you’re spewing as someone who works in a museum himself. You’re the perfect definition of a model worker. You knew what you were talking about and engaged the audience consistently throughout your mantra, not letting him look away for even a second. You quizzed him every once in a while to test if he was actually listening and watched as you tried to give him a silly star sticker, which he didn’t have the heart to refuse. It was apparent that you worked more with children than passing tourists, but it was entertaining nonetheless.
It surprised him how you could engage him in something he already knew everything about. The way you speak with absolute certainty and clarity made him want to hear more about how the Lystrosaurus was from the middle Permian period and early Triassic period or how each creature’s fossil was distributed across the continents, proving the drift theory. Every time you look back at him with your lopsided smile, asking, “do you understand?” he slightly feels his cheeks heat up as he nods.
As you reach the end of the tour, he feels his heart tighten a bit as you deliver your closing monologue. You sigh, turning to fully face him, a hazy smile plastered on your face, “do you have any questions?”
“Why do you stay at this museum?” he asks without missing a beat. “It’s obvious how the building is holding up. It’s been a while since this place was cleaned up. Why are you still here?”
The question catches you off-guard, and Tsukishima opens his mouth to apologize, but you beat him to it. “I love what I do.”
“This museum, the art, the fossils, the old displays, I love it. There’s something about showing these beautiful things to everyone that makes me want to continue working here even if the whole place is about to collapse,” you chuckle bitterly, “but I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.”
He stares at your expression, smiling. You notice this and send a slight smirk in return, “What? Did you want a more realistic answer? Something along the lines of “I just wanna get paid”? Which, mind you, I barely get paid anyway.”
He scoffs playfully, “I don’t need another answer. That’s all I need.”
Your smirk softens into a small smile, “Anything else you wanna ask, then?”
He pauses for a moment, fuck it.
“Are you free the day after tomorrow?”
You blink, “I mean, yeah, why?”
“The man at the front desk didn’t let me pay, so I’ll treat you to coffee. Sounds good?”
You go blank for a moment before nodding, feeling your cheeks tingle a bit. “Yeah, sure. Can I get your number then?”
He hands you a card mindlessly. After putting in the number on your phone, you giggle, “I knew you were an athlete of some sort with that height of yours, Tsukishima Kei of Sendai Frogs. Aren’t you playing tomorrow?”
He stares at you for a moment before feeling his cheeks bloom into a strawberry red color, reaching over to snatch the card from your hands, inspecting it. He confirms that it’s the silly business card that Kuroo made him put inside his wallet, “just in case!”. He curses said man under his breath before handing you his other card from Sendai City Museum.
Your eyes widen at the new card, tucking it in your shirt pocket after reading it over, “you work at a museum too? This is embarrassing; you probably already know everything I’ve been babbling about for the past thirty minutes. I am so sorry-”
“It’s okay, really,” he mumbles, “I appreciate it.”
You smile for the umpteenth time. “Would you mind if I come to your game tomorrow, then?”
His cheeks grow impossibly redder, “Please don’t, I swear-”
“Come on, I wanna watch! Consider it payback for the tour!”
He doesn’t have the heart to argue anymore.
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asena-graywolf · 1 year
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I’m Scared Without You
It was already past midnight. You were alone at home. Tsuki had a full-time job at the gas station and was on the night shift.
You hardly see your boyfriend except on weekends. Even if he did, he would come home tired and the most he could do with you was to eat. Then she would take a shower and go to bed. But you could meet in bed. Then Tsuki wouldn't be conscious either. You would watch him for hours while he was sleeping and when you were sleepy you would put your head on his chest and sleep.
And when you wake up in the morning, you'd wake up to an empty bed without it. You usually spent the day sleeping. Being alone at home for a long time made you depressed. You had a hard time even getting out of bed. You didn't even know what you ate or drank. You lost your appetite
Worse still, your paranoia had set in. You were starting to fear something for no reason. Especially when your boyfriend is on the night shift and spending time alone at home.
Your heart was in your mouth if the phone or doorbell rang. You would never open the door to strangers who entered your apartment and rang your bell. The many possibilities that could happen to you if you were hungry ran through your mind and even just imagining it gave you goosebumps.
Tonight was one of the nights when his fears started again. You went to bed and tried to sleep. There was a terrible storm outside. Lightning flashed as if the sky was splitting, and it was pouring rain. After a while, the electricity went out. You were about to lose your mind. You were trembling under the covers.
You reached for your phone on the empty side of your double bed. Even as you searched for Tsuki from the directory, your hands were shaking badly.
The phone rang for a while
“Come on Tsuki! Respond the my call now!” you're getting impatient
The answer you've been waiting for has finally arrived. You were a little relieved when you heard Tsuki's voice on the other line.
“Oh Tsuki! Finally!"
“What happened y/n? I am currently working”
"I know. I just…"
"Say what you have to say quickly, I have to get back to work"
“Tsuki…I am so scared at home alone. When you will come?"
“Offf y/n. Are you a child? Go to bed, close your eyes and sleep. I will come one hour later"
“Oh, it's like you don't know what condition I'm in. I've been like this for a long time"
You heard your boyfriend sigh
“Look y/n. I am very busy right now. The boss will be mad at me if I don't go now. Let's talk about these when i come back, okay?"
"But…"
"Goodbye"
Before you could say a word, he hung up and left you alone at home on this stormy night, alone with your fear.
You turned on your phone's flashlight and walked cautiously down the dark hallway to the door. You locked the door of your house from the bottom and the top 3 times. Insert the key into the lower slot of the door.
You knew that thieves could easily open doors with crowbars and the like. Even though the fierce storm outside scared you, you felt safe because the door was locked.
With the flashlight in hand, you looked at the fuses and didn't see any change. In this situation, you had no choice but to wait for the electricity to come.
You're back in bed. You pulled the duvet over your head and closed your eyes and tried to sleep on Tsuki's side. His fragrance permeated the pillow and it calmed you down a bit.
You were thoroughly mingled with the sound of rain and the scent of your lover on the pillow. It was over, you fell asleep without even realizing it. Until there's a loud knock on the door
You jumped out of fright. It was in your heart. Had Tsuki arrived? Tsuki always took her key with her when she left the house. In the rush you forgot that you locked the door three times from above and below. Who was knocking on your door at this hour?
You were afraid of being a foreigner. You quietly walked towards the door. When you looked through the hole you could see nothing but a phone flashlight.
His heart was beating in his throat. The door was knocked more forcefully. You were about to lose your mind with fear.
You walked away from the door and your phone, which was on silent at the time, vibrated. Fortunately, it was Tsuki who called.
“A-Hello? Tsuki…Tsuki, please come quick, there's someone at the door! I am so afraid"
Your voice trembled. Your rising pulse was pumping adrenaline throughout your body without slowing down. Tears began to flow from his eyes
“Y/N. Will you open the door?"
There was boredom in Tsuki's voice
"W-What?"
"I'm telling you open it. I'm locked out. I can't open the door with the key because it's locked."
You hung up the phone and ran to the door. You called from inside
“T-…Tsuki? Is it really you?"
Tsuki's voice echoed in the apartment
“It’s me y/n.! Who else will it be? Open that door, don't make me talk in the apartment at night! People will be bother.”
"Ok! Ok I'm opening"
Hearing his voice, you were now sure that it was Tsuki who was at the door. You opened the locks one by one and hugged your boyfriend tight as soon as he opened the door
“Oh Tsuki! I was so scared that I can't explain"
You clung to his chest and began to sob.
Tsuki's hands were full. She threw the bags in her hands on the floor and closed the door.
He couldn't stand your crying, even though it was childish for him to be afraid when you were alone at home. He hugged you tightly and patted the back of your head. He placed his chin on his head
“Okay, it's over. You stupid! Why do you scare yourself so much?"
He kissed the top of your head
“Don't leave me alone again! I'm so scared without you!”
His heart broke once again when he remembered that he had neglected you. In fact, he knew he was in this state because of her.
He patted your back and head to calm you down
"Sorry. I neglected you. I ignored that he was depressed. Forgive me y/n"
You lifted your head from your chest and looked at him with teary eyes
“Tsuki! Don't work in that damn job anymore! Why do you still value work when I need you so much?
She wiped her tears with two thumbs. He tucked his bangs behind his ear
"You're right. My fault. Nothing is important than you. If that will make you happy, I will resign. After all, you are the most precious to me. Just don't be sad"
“Do you really do it?”
“Have you ever seen me say no to you until now? Of course I will. You just want it"
You smiled slightly. He then took you to bed and wrapped the blanket over you. A few minutes after he went to the kitchen, he came back with a mug of hot milk.
“Take this and drink it. Warms up for you”
With trembling hands you grasped the cup he held out
You said "thank you" and took a sip of milk
"How have you been? Are you better?" ' he asked, sitting down in the space beside him.
"Yes. I'm a little better"
“There is a strong storm outside. The electricity is also out. I had to warm the milk to you in a tube. Judging by the storm, electricity has no future until morning. I must admit, I was afraid of the darkness of the apartment, too. It's like someone is going to attack me from behind at any moment."
You answered him as you sipped your milk slowly.
“And you would dunk in the face of the attacker. The real attacker should be afraid of you"
“Not that much,” he said with a laugh.
You had a little chat. After you finished your milk, you put the mug on the nightstand next to the bed
There was nothing left in him for fear. You could sleep well now.
Tsuki put on her pajamas and took off her glasses and put them on the nightstand. You lay in bed together. He pulled you to his chest on the bed. His hands started to run through his hair.
"Come on! Get some rest" and kissed his head
You muttered "good night" in response.
His caressing hands helped you fall asleep in no time. After loving you for a while while you were sleeping, he too closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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foranpo · 2 years
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ੈ˚★ your moment.
fandom: haikyuu.
character: tsukishima.
reader: gn!
genre: one-shot.
content: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, cursing, open ending.
word count: 2.7k.
cole's note: recycled post #yoyo (@.kashika) <3
 ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────
A great and uncomfortable silence was felt from the moment you spoke your little words. Kei, waiting for another sentence to follow your request, kept looking at you, expectant, a little hope still trying to cling to the glow of his eyes that was fading with each passing second. You stood in front of him, your eyes so bright from the tears you insisted on keeping to yourself, your face straight in an attempt to hide how much it hurt you.
But there was nothing that followed your words. All the silence that existed between you, inside that classroom, was all that toasted Kei's delicate ears, making him wake up to the cruel reality of your words.
“No…”
“Yes,” you wet your lips one last time, took one last deep breath and, trying to contain the cry that wanted to come out so desperately, you looked back into those very beautiful eyes of Kei's that, with your confirmation, were left without any light or shine. “Everything's over between us.”
You didn't even give Kei time for a reaction, not that he could have any reaction after your words; you simply rotated your body and, with steps more uncertain than your words, walked away from Kei with tears silently streaming down your face as you insisted on remaining upright, not wanting to show him that you were, in fact, crushed.
And Kei stayed in the same place, looking at the space you used to occupy, waiting to see you return to him, waiting to hear you laugh –because that could only be a bad joke, right?
Kei didn't hear the doorbell ring, the movement of the hallways filling with students to be foreign to him in that moment when, all that reigned in his head, was the conversation between the two of you. No –your conversation. Because you didn't give Kei time to talk, you didn't give him a chance to justify himself or apologize –but you only did that, because you already knew how it would all end if he spoke; and you could not waver, not again.
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“Fuck!”
Kei spat loudly in the locker room as soon as he slammed his foot on the door; all the other boys looked at him confused, seeing him more worried about the door than his foot. Silence settled in the locker room as they watched Kei limp out of it, headphones on in an attempt to show everyone that he was simply not fit for conversation.
As soon as the locker room door closed again, Kei let out a long sigh, dragging with it some of his physical pain, some of his psychological torment that expanded into the cold March night.
Kei stood still looking at the landscape before him, the gym losing its shape in the darkness of the night, the lamps at the school doing little to light up that immensity of path. But Kei didn't care, not when he hadn't been able to see any light since the day you broke up with him.
Almost three weeks had passed since your conversation, since your request, since your separation, and in the following days, Kei could see nothing but a world plunged into a thick gray that prevented him from enjoying the intense sun that warmed without any effort everyone else. Yes, everyone else, except Kei, since, for him, only you could have the ability to warm up his days, to color his world, to make him a better person. And he thought you knew how essential you were to him; Kei thought you knew perfectly well how he couldn't function without you; but then why did you leave him?
As soon as the question settled in Kei's head, he just vigorously denied it, starting to walk out of the school.
He knew exactly why you broke up with him; he knew perfectly well what led you to make such a decision; and the fact that he knew so well what was going on and hadn't prevented it was what hurt him the most.
Kei passed the school gates without hearing Tadashi's call, the blonde's eyes fixed on that starry sky he'd seen so many times with you, the music playing loudly in his headphones being ignored by Kei, since you were what reigned in his mind.
Seeing the March sky meant happiness for Kei; since he was little he saw it with you, since he was little he created stories and lives while admiring the heavenly beauty that provided the romantic scenario he used to ask you to date him almost two years ago. But maybe that was his mistake: asking you to date him.
When you were still friends, all the smiles and laughter were authentic, the moments you spent were simple, fun, affectionate, complete. But everything changed when he asked you out on a date, or so he thought; Kei wasn't used to being in a relationship and maybe that, the fear of doing something that would make you give up on him, was the cause of your departure: he didn't do anything out of fear and it was out of fear that he lost you. Kei was afraid of losing you; he stopped paying so much attention to you for fear of being annoying; he started to distance himself a little from you for fear of being too much for you. Secretly, he had taken you for granted and you wouldn't accept this abrupt change from him.
So all that was left for Kei was to move on, because he knew that his pride would always speak louder than his feelings for you; but if that was the case, why had he stopped walking, his cell phone pressed to his ear waiting for an answer from you?
“Hello?” As soon as Kei heard your voice, all the courage he had mustered was dissipated with the strong breeze of the night and the silence followed your words, the wait making you even more nervous. “Do you have something to say, or…? I have work to do.” You were again greeted with silence, unable to see Kei's nervousness on the other side of the phone. “Tsukishima, I'm going to hang up.”
“You used to call me Kei.”
He fought the urge to scream, to beg you to come back to him; Kei fought his sadness, keeping his voice from breaking, keeping him from showing you just how broken he really was.
“If you called me to remember the past, I'm gonna hang up.”
Your throat hurt with every word you said, nothing you felt was expressed in your words –all you asked for was Kei's comfort, but you knew you couldn't ask for it: this time you had to be strong.
“I’m sorry.”
When you were ready to hang up, tired of being greeted by the icy silence of that night, when you were ready to hang up, tired of holding back the tears, Kei spoke spontaneously, taking you by surprise, making you stare at the wall for brief moments while his voice continued to resonate so loudly inside your head.
“I’m sorry for hurting you.”
Kei felt like a huge weight was being lifted off of him, every word he uttered representing a hurt he felt.
There was no way to deny that Kei was, in fact, broken since the day you broke up, the lack of your existence in his life making itself notice with each passing day and, with your absence, also came his heartache; Kei knew he was wrong from the moment he took you for granted, disguising his possession with the excuse that he didn't want to be too much for you: he knew that you would always be there for him, he knew that you liked him too much to leave. But the fact that you imposed yourself, that you took a stand, was something he didn't foresee and, as such, Kei was now taking his glasses off, the tears streaming down his face preventing him from seeing clearly his dark journey home.
“I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend. You didn't deserve any of this. You don't deserve any of this.”
Kei's weak voice was hard to hear; you could see him perfectly in front of you, so tall and smug, tearing down all his inner walls to be able to deliver that heartfelt speech. You knew Kei was crying, his hoarse voice, the unnecessary amount of times he sniffed his nose, it was all signs that he was crying, that he needed you and that you were far away from him, separated by miles of distance and a high, cold wall he built.
“I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you and gave you so many reasons to leave when I knew I needed you to stay. I’m sorry for being selfish…”
It was heavy on your heart to hear Kei in such a fragile state. Since children you saw him as a strong person, able to take everything and never show his weak part; but if he was really crying, if he was really hurt by your separation –as hurt as you were– maybe, but just maybe, he was really sorry.
You remained silent, you didn't know what to do, you didn't even know if you should say anything. You knew that with Kei only actions were enough to calm him down, so could any word change anything?
But even if you had thought to act, it was too late.
Kei, ashamed of his fragility, embarrassed by his despair, abruptly disconnected the call, regretting having made it, feeling worse at your silent response than your distance. And you remained static, sitting in your chair, your eyes dazzled by the many tears that fell silently down your face as you repeated Kei's speech over and over in your head, your heart failing at the pain he felt, the pain he caused.
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No night in March was as bad as that one.
Kei couldn't sleep all night, negative thoughts haunted him constantly, reminding him of his most human side, the side he so deliberately exposed just for you. Your silence hadn't helped him sleep that night either: Kei needed comfort, to know if you were forgiving him or if you just wanted to give up on him –he wanted, and needed, closure; and you were unable to give it to him, even when he opened himself to you, even when he showed himself in his entirety to you.
And so, Kei now found himself sitting in his chair at school, his face being reluctantly received by his struggling hand trying to support Kei's weight. His eyes closed automatically, the small black circles hidden by his glasses showing that Kei hadn't really been able to sleep at all the night before –and the nights before that day.
Since you left Kei's life, he had been lost, not finding the will or strength to live the long days that were formed with your absence and, as such, every day had been a torment for Kei.
Lunch time was going on for too long, the sleep he felt depriving him of taking advantage of those two hours without classes.
The sun was shining on the window, warming the room, warming Kei to a light sleep, listening attentively to all the conversations around him, ignoring Tadashi once more, not even waking up when the teachers came and went from the room: Kei just wanted peace. And that day, he couldn't take it. Without giving any explanation or apology, Kei left the room walking to his house, completely disregarding the training he would have that day, just hearing his bed calling for him.
His steps were short, forced, leaving behind an endless trail of nostalgia and regret; his ears were protected from the cold of the month by his headphones, the music blaring as loud as it could, trying to stop the various voices in Kei's head from enticing him to call you again: he'd already humiliated himself once and if you didn’t return this time, there was no reason for him to humble himself once more.
Oh, but how he wanted to try one more time.
“The fuck?” Kei quickly turned around when he stopped listening to the song, sensing that someone had unplugged his headphones.
“I didn't know you were capable of swearing,” you handed the headphones’ cable to Kei, taking a deep breath and looking at him. “I was calling you, but you just ignored me.”
He was surprised to see you in front of him, the orange tones of the sky painting you with some tenderness, briefly returning the sparkle in your eyes.
Kei opened his mouth, taking the headphones out of his ears to show he was willing to talk; and it was that gesture of his that held you, making you release a gentle smile that went unnoticed by Kei who, confused, looked around looking for a bench to sit on.
“I just want to ask you something,” you just started talking as you sat down next to him on that park bench.
Your words triggered something inside Kei, and he quickly looked at you, a glimmer of hope caught in his tired eyes, his heart stopping briefly so as not to interfere with your words. You didn't speak right away, because you didn't know how to articulate your thoughts; you stared at the park in front of you, the gaudy colors of the various flowers being consumed by the darkness of the night, your courage dissipating along with the light of day. But now that you had started, you couldn't go back.
Kei didn't push you; this time he waited.
The truth is that you had hurt him with your silence, but if you were there with him at that moment, maybe his explosion of fragility wouldn't have gone so unnoticed for you. So, Kei waited patiently, watching your small, subtle movements, trying to figure out when you would finally speak; but no matter how much he looked at you, or how attentive he was, the words you dropped so quickly caught him unnoticed, making him wait a while to answer, not giving the answer you predicted.
“What?”
“The playlist you made me when we were kids. Do you still remember it?” you looked at Kei and in that second he could see the sparkle back in your eyes, the smile trapped on your lips.
“Kinda,” he was confused by your question; Kei thought you were going to ask him if he was being honest the day before or if he was really sorry; but that? That wasn't in Kei's plans, because, quite honestly, Kei had already forgotten that he made you a playlist when you were both just ten years old.
“Knew it,” you let out a little laugh and rummaged through your backpack, pulling out a pair of new earphones and your cellphone. “March is our month. Or was…” Kei held those earphones carefully, looking at them confused, looking at you in disbelief. And you just smiled. “I had already bought them for our anniversary. There was no point in keeping them.”
“Thank you,” Kei smiled with some sadness.
“It's our special moment,” as you saw that Kei was not using your gift, you gently took it from his hands, untangling the wires and connecting it to your phone. You put one earphone in your ear, holding the other for Kei who, with shaking hands and a little surprised, put the earphone on, immediately hearing the opening theme of Pokémon blaring out loud, a low laugh spewing out of him.
The sun set carefully, in the sky infinite stars shining brightly in the middle of the darkness of that night; and this time Kei didn't feel consumed by the empty vastness the night brought with it.
Exposed to the cold of the night, transported to the past with the various songs chosen by him, you and Kei remained for hours on that bench, completely ignoring the passage of time, his hand gently caressing yours as his cheeks took on his well-known rosy hue.
In that moment, you felt complete, together by the memory of a happy past, not needing to exchange a single word to know that, in fact, that was your moment forever.
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kentolove · 2 years
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“dump your bf if he’s never given you flowers before”
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He tries to console himself.
Really, he does.
He tells himself that it’s really not that serious, and all you did was like a tweet saying to dump your boyfriend if he’s never given you flowers before.
Has he ever given you flowers?
He thinks of your one month anniversary, then your six month, then your one year, then your two year anniversary, and how none of them were spent with a beautiful flowery confection in your hands.
He recalls your first date, how it was spent inside a small cafe where you both spilled your hearts to one another. He knows he never bought you any flowers. Yamaguchi proposed the idea, but he quickly shut him off with a, “what kind of bullshit is that? It’s only the first date, that’s too… romantic, I guess.”
Fuck, he should’ve listened to him. Yamaguchi is never wrong. Never.
He’s learned his lesson now.
The next time he sees you (an excruciating ten minutes after he’s seen your liked tweet) he sits you down on his lap.
“What’s this for?” You smile, and it’s that pretty one that nearly makes Tsukishima melt down to the ground.
“I have a question.”
“Okay,” you grab his cheeks into your two palms and squish his face together. He normally hates the action and immediately pushes your hands away, but he doesn’t have time for that now. Not when you’d break up with him for not buying you flowers.
“Would you ever break up with me?”
Your head tilts to the side in genuine confusion. Break up with your Kei?
“Don’t think too much into it.” He flicks your forehead gently. He can already tell your train of thought, and how you tend to overthink every detail of your life, so he slows your brain down.
“Uh, maybe if you cheated on me? But I think I’d kill you before I broke up with you, yeah.”
Okay. Yeah. He’s fine with that answer. He can live with that.
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Maybe he can’t.
It’s been nearly a month since he last asked you that question, and it still haunts him to this day.
He thinks that maybe one day you’ll come home and tell him that you’re sick of him, that he doesn’t deserve you, and you’ll pack all your bags and leave.
It stresses him out so much, that he vents. He vents. To Bokuto Kōtarō of all people. (He’s gone mad!)
Bokuto does the most Bokuto thing you’d expect, and gives Tsukishima the most obvious answer.
“Well why don’t you just buy them flowers then?”
“It’s not that easy, dumbass.”
“I think it is… I mean, you’re sad you haven’t bought them flowers, so buy them flowers. Problem fixed.”
He leaves the conversation utterly dissatisfied. Until the next day, at 3AM, Tsukishima Kei has a eureka! moment.
“I’ll just buy them flowers!”
(He jolts out of bed with a force so strong that he wakes you up.
You groan, sleepy and with drool at the corner of your mouth, “what are you yelling for? Go back to bed, Kei.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, to nobody in particular, “I’ll just buy you flowers.)
He leaves the house that morning, at around 9AM with a mission in mind. He’s going to the flower shop.
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Tsukishima enters the small store with hesitation, staring at all the beautiful plants and flowers with skepticism. Which ones would you like? What if you’re allergic to the one he picks out?
“Hello? How can I help you, sir?” A nice lady with a baby pink apron approaches him. She smiles, and Tsukishima thinks he’s being far too dramatic. It’s just some flowers.
“Uh, I’m looking for flowers that send the message of ‘I love you’ or something like that.”
The lady smiles even brighter.
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Your boyfriend walks into your home with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s-breath blooms. The arrangement is huge, big enough to cover the entirety of your Kei’s head.
“What’s this?” You ask, when he approaches you and places the roses on your lap.
“They’re for you.”
“Really?” Your eyes are as bright as he’s ever seen them, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.
And he can’t believe that he’s deprived himself of this. Of seeing you so happy over something so mundane—so simple—that your eyes shine brighter than all the lights in the night sky.
He loves you. And you love your Kei. (And those red roses, too.)
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lumiinix · 1 year
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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.
-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.
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wake-uptoreality · 11 months
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you feel embarrassed. The dress you are wearing is too revealing and you are scared other guys would hit you up. You want to change it, but he stops you by grabbing your waist from behind and murmuring in your ear "so? Let them, that's all they can do because unlike they won't be the one taking that dress off tonight".
-> atsumus, KUROO, OIKAWA, kenma, SAKUSA, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, suna.
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mitsuyaya · 9 months
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[ epiphany ] tsukishima kei
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contains: 1.3k+ words. teeny angst, knight tsukki x princess reader, kind of a prologue for my knight tsukki agenda
summary: The king, his master—tsukishima believes he is just like him, wise and honest, does not tell a lie even for his own sake. Yet, during his late-night patrol an epiphany came in the form of the person his master dislike. an epiphany that his master and the people residing in the palace, is not what he thinks they are.
end note: you would be surprised by the amount of drafts I have for this particular agenda
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Spread far and wide, in numerous lands and kingdoms, is a valiant knight named Tsukishima Kei, who has achieved exceptional accolades, a man who is believed to be the progeny of the god of war himself and is widely known as the king's dog.
His master, to whom he devotes his utmost loyalty, is a man who leads his subordinates meticulously, metes punishment fitting for the criminals’ crime, and makes decisions that are only for the betterment of the kingdom.
Never did this faithful knight doubt his master's word, for he knew that the man he served was anything but a liar; he values honesty just like him.
But, upon knowing the second princess—the daughter his master despised wholly, the servants, and the other members of the royal family as well—he had come across an epiphany, a realization that perhaps his master wasn't the same man as he is.
The epiphany came to him in the dead of night, with stars decorating the heavens. Not a soul could be seen or felt in the gardens of the palace.
It should have been desolate and tranquil, like it always is when he goes about his late-night patrol around the palace. There should be no one but himself standing by the fountain; it should just be him admiring at the sight of the running water while he curses the one who had made this tight armor.
But to his surprise, in the somberness of the night, there sat a lady in white whose sobs filled the surrounding.
Each step he takes is with wariness, hardly putting the weight of his iron boots into the concrete, afraid that it'll leave a sound. His hand was mere inches from the handle of his sword, preparing himself in case of a sudden attack.
When he had finally taken his position at the back of the intruder, he placed his other hand on their shoulder, which earned him a jolt of surprise.
“State your name and your reason for being here this late at night.” His tone is dripping with demand, authoritative, similar to the way he interrogates the criminals he catches.
The woman in question does not utter a single word for a while; he is almost tempted to forcefully turn them around to glance at their faces until they raise their hands in defeat.
Atop his head, Tsukishima lists the names of the people he assumes to be the intruder, those who have ulterior motives against the royal family, yet none of them have been correct.
For the face of the intruder, one who was weeping by the fountain, belongs to none other than the person the king despises the most, the second princess.
“B-believe me, I do not have any ill intentions for being here. I simply wanted to be alone, and the next thing I knew, my feet had brought me here.” Not a credible justification, but for a second, he almost believed the princess's words, not until the voice and the words of his master rang in his ears.
‘The second princess is a good-for-nothing, virulent woman who has nothing except the looks and body that are nothing to be surprised of, for she is still of royal blood.’
‘The second princess is violent with her little siblings, envious of the way they are being pampered, destroying their jewelry and toys all because she wants to be the apple of everyone's eye inside the palace.’
Yet, the longer he stares at the woman who is said to be hostile, at the woman he accidentally caught crying all alone, the more this strange feeling resurfaces in his chest, smothering his train of thought.
His hold on your shoulder falls onto his side, your head still hangs low, possibly humiliated from being caught in this degrading position.
The knight clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence, “Your highness, it is very late, your father would not be pleased if he knew you were here. I suggest going back to your room.”
He expects you to put up a fight, act haughty, and push him off so you could run, just like everyone told him and just like his master warned him about.
“Thank you for your concern. I will do as you say, sir knight, but before I go, I beg of you not to say a word about this to my father.” Tsukishima thinks you are putting on an act as an obedient, benign daughter who has no flaws whatsoever. He was told that you were pretentious after all.
“You have my word, do be careful on your way back, your highness”
But in truth, he'd definitely tell your father about this. It isn't a lie he believes, it's his duty to report even trivial matters like this to his master, he's loyal to him after all. But you don't have to know that, he wouldn't say that to you outright, of course.
You bow curtly, unbefitting for a member of the royal family, but he does not tell you off, still playing out the part of a good daughter he presumes.
It was quiet, as it always has been. The princess his master warns him about, is on her way to head inside her bedroom, alone, with no guard whatsoever, at the most dangerous time of the day. Something inside his chest stirs, he can't quite decipher what it is.
Perhaps it has to do something with the chivalry code that was taught to him by his father and brother. A code that he should never let a woman walk alone, unguarded. for a knight must always think about the safety of the lady whether she is your master or not.
Tsukishima doesn't want to go against his master's warning, but he couldn't disobey his elders’ teachings as well, it's been deeply rooted in his brain, you see. So against the king's orders, he had to escort you, despised daughter or not.
You were about to round the corner when a sudden call made you halt. “For a moment, your highness!” It was the voice of the very knight who caught you crying a few minutes prior, he jogs to where you stood, standing just right in front of you.
Tsukishima is now seeing the entirety of your face; he takes note of the color of your eyes, which is similar to your father's, and your plump lips that reminds him of pomegranates but what steals his attention the most is the reddish color on your cheek, swollen. He raises his brows quizzically, pointing to your cheek, “What happened there?”
He watches as your eyes go wide, hands trying to shield your cheeks from his view. For the second time tonight, Tsukishima watches as you tremble in shock, and the corners of your eyes begin to water as if you're about to cry once more.
He wants to prod more about the red in your cheek but you have scurried away from him and run inside the palace as fast as you could, leaving the knight stunned and wondering.
Tsukishima remained there, still standing, lost in thought, dumbstruck at the way you ran away from him before he had gotten your answer.
But what really left him wondering the state you are in: a red print in your cheek as if it's been slapped, the back of your hand wounded, blood drying as if it's been hit earlier.
Surely, you'd been caught in an accident a few hours prior?
it doesn't look like an accident though.
Perhaps, this was one of your pretentious displays of being a pitiable princess, in order to steal the hearts of the people inside the palace?
It doesn't look like you did it to yourself though.
Then, if it is not. Did someone raise their hands on you?
But that's preposterous, he thinks. No one would raise their hand on you here, there wasn't anyone like that in the palace, at least that's what he likes to think.
If this isn't an accident and it wasn't an act, then who did this to you?
It wasn't the servants right? Your siblings and mother wouldn't do that either.
Even though your father dislikes you the most, surely he wouldn't do that to his daughter? Right? He isn't that kind of person, he knows it.
It isn't his master right?
As the recollection of meeting the second princess up close flashes in his mind, her actions and personality different from what other's had described—suddenly, Tsukishima isn't so sure anymore.
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tetsumie · 1 year
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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"
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read part 2 here!
pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
a/n: sorry i got carried away writing these ahh i sort of twisted the prompt of "when they call you clingy" into my own sort of thing idk how to explain but hopefully this turned out well :,) also not proofread so sorry about the mistakes! and as always feel free to send me requests and tell me ur thoughts on my writing!
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tsukishima, you, and a few of the former karsuno volleyball players decided to have a small little reunion dinner after not seeing each other for so long.
everyone's embracing each other with hugs and to be frank, it's really nice of him to invite you to meet his friends from high school! you're really looking forward to getting to know them and maybe even getting to know your boyfriend a bit more.
as all of you are sitting at the table debating what to order, there's much chit chat between everyone and you swear you haven't seen kei so carefree in a while. sure, he's still throwing his sarcastic, snarky comments but they don't hit too harshly towards his teammates.
they are most definitely used to this.
the food has arrived and way too much wine has been ordered. with their slurred words and pink cheeks, you can tell all of them are going to blackout the moment they all get home.
"kei, so how'd you pull this gorgeous girl?" tanaka asks out of nowhere "ain't no way she fell for your snarky ass personality."
you and him both let out a chuckle and he replied with, "nah, they're just clingy as fuck and i guess they were fun to keep around."
you go quiet and the laughter has sort of died out. but the drinks keep pouring and nishinoya speaks.
"god, you're a fucking asshole," nishinoya chimes. "she's way too good for you.
although the conversation begins to take a turn in a different direction, you can't seem to get his words out of your mind.
clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.
a ball of insecurity starts to form in your stomach and his comment starts the train of overthinking. you keep telling yourself that he's had too many drinks.
yet a part of you is telling you that drunk thoughts are sober words.
how long has he thought of me as "clingy?"
the small chuckles and laughs that escape your lips have come to a halt and now you're feeling incredibly insecure. you begin to zone out and start chugging down a few glasses of wine to drown out your surroundings.
after a few eventful hours, you and tsukishima decide to grab a taxi and head home for the night. he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and you immediately head into the bedroom to change your clothes, not sparing him a second glance.
tsukishima enters the bed after cleaning up and his arm drapes over your chest. your body goes completely stiff and you're super uncomfortable with his touch, especially after his comment about you being clingy.
the moment you hear his light snores, you slowly remove his arm off your body and turn to face away from him. a feeling of numbness begins to overtake your body and you feel a sense of emptiness within.
the next morning, tsukishima woke up with a horrible headache and he instantly regretted drinking so much last night. he groans and pats your side of the bed and is greeted by just the bedsheets and not you.
grumbling, he got out of bed in search of you and finds you standing by the balcony with a cup of coffee in your hand. in that moment, his heart skips a beat and he's reminded of how much he loves you.
you yelp in surprise when you feel two arms slither around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. "good morning baby," he kisses your cheek.
"hi kei," you say curtly.
"what's for breakfast?"
"i just made myself toasted bread with jam. you can just make some cereal or something. i think we still have your lucky charms in the pantry," you tell him.
he pulls away from you and he feels something is off with you. you feel distant.
the feeling is confirmed when the both of you are sitting on the living room sofa while watching the new episode of your favorite reality tv show. kei expects you to come close to him and rest your head on his shoulder like you usually do yet there you are, in his vicinity, but sitting on the other end of the couch, clinging to a throw pillow.
he can't seem to concentrate on the movie when the only thing he can see is you sitting to yourself, gone completely quiet. he doesn't know what's wrong and he can't rack his mind as to what might have happened that made you so distant.
after the movie ends, he kisses your forehead and he feels your body stiffen.
what's going on? i don't know what i did?
he pulls away and looks at you. "y/n, something's wrong," he states.
you refuse to meet his gaze now and your twiddling with your fingers. he seems to have no recollection of what he's said to you last night. although, he might not recall what he said, it's the only thing you can recall in your mind. ever since this morning, whenever, you look at him, the only thing running in your mind is his words, "nah, she's just clingy as fuck and i guess she was fun to keep around."
"we're good," you reply promptly. "don't worry about it."
he grabs your hands and puts them in his which catches you off guard. you love the feeling of his hand in yours but the rational part of your brain wants to pull away, thinking about how he thought you were so clingy.
"listen, i'm not good at this. i'm not good at communicating my feelings but for you, i want to do better. so please, it would mean a lot if you could tell me what's wrong so i can help you and... us."
this is the most genuine you've seen him in a while and although to most, it may have seemed like some half-assed speech but to you, it felt raw and vulnerable.
"ok well," you began. "last night, when we were out with your friends, you were talking with your friends and well, you mentioned something about me. and it made me wonder if you think i'm clingy?"
he was confused. "no, i don't think you're clingy anymore? i don't know what you're talking about?"
the "anymore" in his response to you was something that saddened you a little. he found me clingy yet never told me?
"so you did think i was clingy, right?"
with a deep breath, he began to explain himself, "when we got together, i wasn't really used to... being so close to someone. you would always hold my hand or loop your arm in mine or something. you would always be holding me or touching me and i wasn't sure how i felt it about it at first. i was never one for physical touch so when you began to show that to me, i just... it felt... suffocating."
you're looking into his eyes, swimming with sadness and searching for answers, and he feels a mixture of sadness and guilt as he continues to explain himself.
"but being with you, i've grown to love your touch and honestly, now that i think about it, i don't know what i'd do if you just stopped being yourself and clinging on to me. i would go insane if you stopped."
kei leans in for a hug and you hug him back. you missed holding him like this and well, you just miss him. but now that kei has said all this, you're not sure about anything anymore.
you pull away and tell him, "i'm sorry you couldn't tell me that you were uncomfortable with my touches. i should have asked you how fast or slow you wanted to go and i shouldn't have forced my affection on to you."
"if you want, we can slow down. i understand," you say with a tone of finality in your voice.
"no!" he immediately replied. "it's.. it's not that. you don't force your affection on to me. you never have. i just am awkward with affection and growing up, i've never had it so i'd get super fidgety and that's why i think i felt like you were being clingy. but i love it."
"i love it when you hold my hand when we're walking to the grocery store. i love it when you doodle on my hand with your fingers when we're waiting for the food to come when we eat out. i love it when you tell me about the little stories from work while you're cooking dinner. i love it when you mumble in your sleep and snuggle close to me when it gets cold at night. i love everything about you."
kei was very much out of his comfort zone as he told you all these things and it surprised you that he noticed all these little details. you could tell he was getting embarrassed, considering how his cheeks were turning pink. you couldn't help but let a little smile seep through your facial features.
"you're so sappy," you reply.
"oh shut up."
you both laugh and then he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles. "don't ever think you force your affection on me because you never do, okay?"
"okay, kei."
the both of you spend the rest of the day with one another, making comforting memories together that the both of you will fondly remember in the future.
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suna rintaro
you're not even sure how this argument even started. all you can remember is asking suna if he could accompany you to a work party that you were invited to. it was supposed to be a relatively relaxing event with not too much worries yet suna was once again trying to bail out.
"come on rin! it's one party and we never get to go out anymore," you try again for the nth time.
"y/n, jesus, i told you this, i don't want to fucking go! practice is draining me out and the one day i get off, you want me to go to some stupid fucking work party. can't you see that i want to be home?"
"we won't even have to be there that long! i just want you to come with me so you can meet some of my friends and support me. i'm really not asking for much," you counter. "i'm always trying to go to your games to support you from the stands and i'm asking you to do this one thing for me."
"i never fucking asked you to come to my games!" suna's voice began to rise and you felt yourself shrink. you had never seen him so intensely angry before. he was always so nonchalant so seeing this side of him made you nervous. "god, you're just so suffocating with everything. you always wanna do shit together, like jeez, give me a break. you're so fucking clingy sometimes; i just want space."
your mouth snaps shut and you can't find it in yourself to even reply. suna leaves the bedroom and you can head the jangle of his keys and the front door opens and then slams shut. a tear escapes from one eye and then all of a sudden, it's a full blown mental breakdown. you're sitting on the bed, crying off all your makeup.
after your cries turn into sniffles, you call up one of your colleagues, telling them you won't be attending the party. that night, you end up crying yourself to sleep.
suna had come home quite late that night after storming out.
in his head, he admits that the argument had blown up for no reason. but he just really didn't want to see your coworkers. he was cranky, annoyed, and irritated, making him deeply irrational.
as he walks into the bedroom, he sees you fast asleep in your clothes that you were planning to go out in and your makeup smudged all over your face. he felt incredibly guilty.
he messed up big time and he had to fix this. he hoped in the morning, the both of you would wake up together so he could talk it out and apologize.
you wake up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. you turn to see suna lying in bed and a part of you just wants to run your fingers through your hair. as your fingers hover above his head, you're reminded of his words from last night.
you're so fucking clingy sometimes. i just want space.
your fingers immediately retracted and you decided to get up to start the rest of your day. you didn't want to let his words get to you. he said his opinion and there's nothing much you could do other than give him space. you'd be doing him a favor by giving him that space that he wanted, right?
suna shifts in bed, arm reaching out to your side of the bed, subconsciously. as he pats down your side of the bed, he feels the emptiness and he jolts up out of bed.
he's walking out of the bedroom and he sees you sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.
a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, thanking whatever deity out there that you hadn't left. even if you did, he couldn't blame you for it. he hurt you and there was no denying that.
"hi babe," he casually says alouds and plops on the couch next to you.
"hey."
your tone is cold and to be frank, you could care less than speak to him right now. seeing him is just a constant reminder of how clingy you are and you really don't want to be confronted with the feeling of sadness again.
in an attempt to smooth things over with you, he tries to start conversation in hopes that things will get back to normal naturally and maybe.. just maybe you'll know that he's sorry without him saying it.
"osamu was talking about some new onigiri thing he made and he wanted to drop some off for us to try. should i say yes?" he asked.
"sure."
your responses to his efforts are completely shut down and he's just praying that things get better with time. he reassures himself that things will go back to normal, it's just a matter of time. within a few days, things will be back to normal!
that's what he thought until his first volleyball match of the season came about. as he was standing in the court, his eyes scanned the rest of the stadium for your figure in hopes of finding you wearing his jersey but to no avail, he couldn't find you.
he assumed you were running late or stuck in traffic. no matter what you would be here, right?
but the first set is already over and you're nowhere to be seen. taking a quick break, he texts you:
suna: r u here?
suna: i don't see u in the stands.
it's delivered and suna's back in the court. he's misreading all of the opponent's attacks and his blocks are all being haphazardly done. the only thing on his mind is you.
the EJP coach calls for a timeout and sits him out for the rest of the match. "i don't know what's going on with you but you need to pull it together. your slacking is messing up with the rest of the team," coach berated him and all suna could do was nod his head.
he sat on the bench and immediately grabs his phone to text you.
suna: can you please answer?
suna: or call me? please?
suna: fuck y/n
suna: r u ok?
with no response, concern is etched onto his face. he tells his coach that he has to go and although he's about to suffer hell when he goes to practice tomorrow for dipping, he needs to see you.
you're seeing all of his messages.
you've seen all of them.
and you don't want to respond to a single one of them.
you know he's coming home and he's about to bombard you with questions and you don't want to respond to him. you don't want to come off as clingy again.
you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.
he opens the door and finds you in the kitchen, making yourself some snacks.
"so where were you today?" he begins.
"at home."
his hands find their way to your waist and he slowly turns you around to look him in the eye. "why didn't you come?"
you sigh in frustration. "i don't know what you want from me. you say i'm clingy and you want some space and on top of that you mentioned how you've never asked me to go to any of your games so here i am respecting your wishes like you asked yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me where i was and why i wasn't with you?"
his hands let go of your waist and he steps back to fully look at you.
"rin, i don't know what you want from me anymore."
suna's mouth opens and then shuts, not sure as to what to say to you. you were more upset about his comment than you let on and now all your anger and frustration was coming out.
"listen, i-"
"no, you listen to me," you interrupt, immediately shutting him up. "all i wanted that night was for you to come to my work party. it's all i wanted. that party was mainly for me because i helped our company reach this new milestone! and i wanted you to come and celebrate with me and my colleagues. is it so much to ask for my boyfriend to come support me?"
"and then you go on to say i'm clingy and do you have any idea how much it hurt me when you said that? when you would talk to me about anything, the only thing going through my head would be the fact that you called me clingy and god, i just wanted to vanish in thin air because i hated knowing that you thought that of me which is why i gave you your space. i kept thinking you just didn't want my affection."
you rest your elbows on the kitchen countertop and put your face in your hands. you finally burst out with all the feelings that have been suffocating your mind. it felt good to finally relieve it all but you could only imagine what was going through his mind. was he mad or upset or did he just not care about my feelings?
all of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and kisses to the top of your head.
"love, you're not clingy. if anything, i'm the clingy one. i always want you by my side like at my games or when i go out with my friends or even if i'm just lying in bed. i want you."
he strokes your hair and now you're turning around to look at him again. his eyes are wide and a bit glassy. this is probably one of the first times you've seen emotion on his face aside from his regular snarky remarks.
"i wish i could take back what i said that night but i can't. but please know that i don't know what i'd do without you. i was really upset that night and all i wanted to was just sleep it off. but your insistence to go got me aggravated and i lashed out. you don't deserve that. you never deserve that."
"i want to be the one you wake up to in the morning. i want to be the one you take to all your work parties and events. i want to be the one you tell you gossip with. i want to be the one you have your late night talks with. i want to be the one you end your nights with. i want to be the one you spend the rest of your life with. i want to be yours."
tears started to escape your eyes and your heart was swollen. suna was never one to be so open with his emotions yet here he was opening so much to you. you hug his torso and sob into his chest.
"i love you, i'm sorry," you say.
"i love you too, and i'm sorry too," he replies, kissing the top of your forehead.
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