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white-poppie · 2 months

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Tsukishima Kei believes subtle actions speak louder than words ⎯ especially in relationships.

To anyone Kei would seem aloof and cold, but you know that he cares from his little gestures. The way he gently squeezes your hand to reassure you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, that little relieved smile that makes way on his face when you drop by during his practice sometimes. Him mindlessly massaging your calves ⎯ your legs sprawled over his as he lets you watch whatever sappy romance you want watch when you whine about your day being so bad.

Tsukishima who freezes when you move closer on the couch and peck his cheek during the movie. His surprise slowly dissolves on his face, making way for a soft smirk as he turns his head and looks at you.

"Was that necessary?" he asks, his words almost accusatory, but his tone and expression is relaxed.

"Nope, but I'm trying to get you used to affection." you say softly.

He snorts at your words, “So, you’re planning to slowly brainwash me to become the ideal boyfriend? Or what?"

"I am trying to brainwash you into being utterly in love with me, the ideal girlfriend." you chuckle, rotating your pointer finger in front of his face. "Wish Woosh, Hocus Pocus. Tsukishima Kei will love me forever."

Although he tries keeps up his serious expression, but it turns more into a smile as a wide grin spreads across his face at your silly action.

"You actually want me to say it? That I love you?" He asks, "Is that what the game is?" he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in amusement.

"Maybe?" you whisper out softly and look at him with those hopeful eyes of yours that make him melt.

Tsukishima is silent, just looking at you calmly in a way that makes your heart raise with excitement and trepidation togther.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you ask softly and he sighs, shaking his head, his eyes softening.

"Of course not, its just...I am not used to it?" He says and you listen to him intently, nodding, urging him to continue. "I just...I don't know, it makes me feel so vulnerable saying it." He utters.

"I just feel like what the point of saying it, when I already express it through other ways, you know?" he says, running his fingers through your hair, calmly. Thats how he loves you.

"I know. you murmur, "I just like hearing you say it." You hum with a pause, looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, its just that it makes it feel so much real when I hear it..."

Tsukishima smiles, lightly. Thats what he loves about you. You have these ways of making him feel utterly speechless and you do this so effortlessly.

"Okay." he says, his ears getting a tiny bit red. You want to point it out, but you bite your tongue to not ruin the moment.

"I love you." he says, his hand resting over your head and a you can't help the bright smile that makes its way on your face. Hearing it out of his mouth almost makes you flustered. You can't help but giggle and bury your face in his chest.

"I love you too."

- FANFICTIONS —HAIKYU!!

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yenqa · 13 days

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20191009 I LIKE HER | timeskip!tsukkishima as your boyfriend

♫ – currently playing… mac demarco

warnings – tsukishima is kind of mean, periods, food, mentions of drinking, throwing up/vomiting, jokes of being stabbed in the stomach, profanities

pairing – tsukishima x fem!reader ☆

a/n – hi guys… hope u enjoy !!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

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starjaeyun · 1 month

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gatekeeper — tsukishima kei !

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

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

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

“just give up already”

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

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

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

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

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

“so you’re implying it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“of course not!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re overreacting” tsukishima simply says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not talking about platonic love”

“WHY YOU—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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omiomi-kyun · 4 months

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01:54 a.m. — night walk

“i'm sorry?”

tsukishima fiddled with his fingers while avoiding your gaze. he rubbed the back of his neck while looking at the lamp post few feet away from you.

“are you really inviting me over at your place?”

he pursed his lips as he nodded his head.

after almost six months of dating while taking everything slow, he's finally ready to share his safe space with you. both of you are finally starting to lower your guard around each other; ready to take your relationship to a-whole-nother level.

“um... so, uh... should i bring something over? i mean, should we pick up something to eat before...” you let out a nervous laugh before looking at him. “i've never done this before.”

tsukishima looked into your eyes with a smile. He grabbed your hand before pressing his lips againdt your knuckles.

“we could grab something to eat or we could just order later.” he held your hand closer to his chest. “we could also eat first then head straight to my place.”

“that sounds awesome!” you said before looking at the well-lit street you're taking. “we could do the former if you're not that hungry yet, the latter if you are.”

“you're not hungry yet?”

you shook your head. “after hearing your invitation, i feel like i'm all full.”

you wouldn't trade the moment you were sharing with tsukishima at the moment for anything else.

GRUMBLE

or maybe you'd trade your stomach for a full one.

“let's eat first, then!” he said after chuckling. “we could grab some snacks afterwards.”

“sorry 'bout that...” you murmured while nuzzling your face against his arm.

you felt his warm hand against your cheek before he tilted your head up. he pressed a warm kiss against your forehead with a smile.

“don't worry about it,” he reassured.

“thank you, kei-kun.”

“you're always welcome, love.”

you continued to walk towards the bustling street where several restaurants are lined up on both sides.

“so, where shall we eat?”

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hyeque · 2 years

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“my arm is going to lose circulation if you keep doing that.”

tsukishima glares—or attempts to—at you and scoffs. of course you won’t budge. “it’s not going anywhere, can you let go please?”

you pout, displeased with your boyfriend’s comment. you haven’t seen him all day and only 30 minutes ago had you entered his apartment. needless to say, you currently cling to him like a koala.

he wrangles himself free of your grasp, relieved for his lungs and limbs. walking over to your shared closet—really just his clothes you steal—he rummages before finding something and tossing it your way. “here’s a sweatshirt. that make you feel better?”

you feel your frustration spill over and look at him with a frown. “that’s not the same thing!” you cry, tossing the clothing aside, “why would i want that when you’re right here?”

he blinks, glaring at the sight of your small tantrum. “hey, chill out.” he flicks your forehead before kissing the very spot.

he becomes silent, knowing he can’t argue with your logic. for once, you actually have a very valid point. and maybe, just maybe tsukishima likes when you’re clingy.

you sniffle, watching him settle back at his desk. you’re prepared to go and slip the sweatshirt on but you’re stopped when he softly calls your name.

“come here.” he scoots his chair back and pats his lap.

you stare at him with wide eyes, and wait for someone to pinch you. to wake you up from your dream.

tsukishima blushes a light red, the color spreading through his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “i’m going to retract my offer in a minute if you don’t hurry up.” he threatens, and you can tell he’s flustered by the way he awkwardly has his arms open.

you practically leap into his lap, and he grunts softly at the impact. another blush creeps up his neck and you plant several kisses on his skin. he adjusts you so your legs wrap around his waist as he sits in the chair.

“is that better now?” he asks, his voice rumbling against you at a frequency you know and love.

you curl impossibly further into him. “much better now.” a pleased hum leaves you and you smile.

you hear kei humming a song you recognize as one from your shared playlist and you become elated. he’s not the best singer, but he only really ever hums or sings when he’s around you, and nothing can beat the feeling of being special.

one of kei’s hand slip up your lower back and he rubs small circles up your spine. the gesture makes you drowsy, and you feel yourself begin to fall asleep.

when kei feels the weight of your head on his chest, he almost says your name before he looks down. his heart swells when he sees you fast asleep, hands gripping onto his t-shirt. you look so…peaceful in his hold and he’s glad that no one else but him can hold you like this. see you like this. never in a million years would he want to see you in someone else’s arms.

he smiles, carefully shifting you in his hold so that he can still work. his large hand cradles the back of your head before he presses several kisses to your forehead, his silent way of showing how grateful he is for you. of being able to have you and cherish you and love you like he should.

after awhile he decides to take a break. he picks you in his arms before he moves to your shared bed. he hears you call his name, your voice small and confused.

kei carefully slides in next to you, hushing you quietly. “it’s okay. you’re okay, sweet girl. just go back to sleep. i’m right here.” he says softly, pulling you on top of his chest.

“m‘kay.” you mumble, closing your eyes again.

and you’re sure you’re not hallucinating but if you weren’t so drowsy, you could clearly hear kei mumble ‘love you’ before you fall back asleep.

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obliteration-onearth · 8 months

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[ not a romantic; tsukishima kei ]

he most definitely is not a romantic so.. whoever does these sweet little gestures for you is most certainly not your boyfriend.

ANTI ROMANTIC KEI WHO:

- scrolls on pinterest sometimes and suddenly finds something he thinks you'll like

- sends dumb messages with mean petnames like, "hurry up squirt. i'm outside your house"

- bought matching dinosaur onesies because you thought the two of you would look cute wearing it

- doesn't like double texting and needs reassurance that it's cute for him to do it

- eventually learns about all your quirks and grows fond of them despite displaying a mischievous demeanor by teasing you for them

- thinks you're cute when you hug him

- doesn't get flustered easily but bullies you when he does to make it less obvious

- may think some of your favorite foods are gross but buys them regardless when he's picking out snacks to bring to your house

- says that he's busy but helps you study and revise for your exams anyways

- says that he's the reason you passed even though he's mighty proud of you

- doesn't let you win any games at first but when he sees you sad, let's you win at least one to lift your spirits

- sends you the middle finger emoji after saying something so sickening sweet to even out the balance and to keep that reputation he has ( wouldn't wanna go to soft, he thinks )

- gets annoyed and then just turns away while being crimson in the face when you tease him for being soft

- finds it cute when you do romantic gestures for him but sometimes tell yamaguchi like "yeah, i got a cool girlfriend" or some shit

- says you're being weird for toying with/wearing his glasses and finds it hilarious when you say you feel dizzy ( catches you and tells you to be careful if you fall though )

- apologizes when you say you feel offended by something he says, thus making him write a mental note not to do it again in the future

- loves when you lay atop him whilst hugging him, your head nestled into his neck as you scroll on your phone

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kitashousewife · 10 months

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this is the first little drabble of be writing about things my ex said and how im healing from them! i'll make sure to label everything appropriately. and i just want to say: please don't think i'm looking for pitty! i have healed from a lot of things, these are just my way to help the healing process.

warnings: some angst, mentions of poor treatment and neglect from an ex

tsukishima laughs out loud from your shared bathroom at an off comment you made. the two of you are talking about the family dinner you just went to. you comment again on something his cousin said, and he snickers once more.

"you're funny, y'know that?" the toothbrush hangs from his lips as he smirks at you from the doorway.

you smile, looking down at the comforter that covers your lap. you huff, but your boyfriend's not entirely convinced.

tsukishima's always found you funny. the day you met, you made him choke on his water from something you said under your breath. and now, seven months later, he's still laughing. while it's nice and you definitely appreciate the validation, it's a little foreign.

"i'm not that funny," you mumble, picking your nails in hopes of changing the subject. tsukishima flicks off the bathroom light and heads to join you in bed.

"well if it means anything, i think you are," he sighs as he gets comfortable at your side, placing his glasses on his nightstand. you snuggle into his side, hoping the conversation can fade into the darkness of the room. "has someone told you otherwise?"

many times, yes. muttered into your ear at a dinner, said in the privacy of the car, sent through text after you sent something you found funny.

"maybe once or twice," you pick at the thread of the comforter over your boyfriend's chest. even though it's dark, you can feel him roll his eyes.

"his opinion doesn't matter."

you laugh, finally. "how did you know who i was talking to?"

"he is the only person in the world who doesn't find you funny. remember tonight at dinner? akiteru snorted," he pokes your side. "i mean it though. i think you're hilarious."

you nuzzle into his chest, feeling much more comfortable.

"i love you, kei."

he chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

"what, was that funny too?"

tsukishima is glad that you can't see his toothy grin. he pokes your side and pulls you closer.

"it was in fact. now go to sleep, i need your charm for tomorrow when i take you to my work dinner.

#tsukishima x reader fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei fluff #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff

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nimbus2k2 · 5 months

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Morning

She opened her eyes to the pale morning light flooding in the small room.

It took her some seconds for her brain to register where she was. Not her bedroom in her childhood home in Miyagi. Also not her dorm room on campus in Tokyo, which she shared with two others from her faculty. It was her boyfriend’s small apartment in a less rowdy quarter of Sendai. On his cozy bed.

Normally she wouldn’t sleep too well in an estranged place, but perhaps the late night exhaustion and the comfort of her lover had lured her into a good night's sleep.

The day before, taking advantage of some days off, she headed home from Tokyo for a visit, then hopped on the train to Sendai to see Kei. Their distance relationship meant a lot of trips back and forth between Tokyo and Sendai for a day, or just several hours with each other.

Kei and she both liked making the most out of the time they could physically spend together by doing something chill. This time it was strolling around the neighborhood and talking. Their didn’t return to his place until the moon and stars had come out, until no public transportation was operating. It was too late for her to travel back home, nor for them both to keep their heavy eyes open. They just collapsed on the bed, haphazardly pulled the blinds, not even bothering to check if they had been down all the way. They were too exhausted to even put themselves in proper postures, just crashed in whatever position that felt comfortable enough.

Now in the morning, coming back to her senses, she became aware of Kei’s presence on her left. She woke up to find them facing each other, her hand in his, like how otters snuggle together on the waters.

A relaxed, peaceful expression adorned his face. His illuminated blond hair shined like a halo under the light flowing through the half-down curtains. His slightly parted lips carried the ghost of a contented smile. The sunrays softened his features, his cheeks, his jawline, his nose.

Kei was beautiful. Almost ethereal.

Oh what a view to wake up to.

She wanted to twirl his strands between her fingers, poke his cheeks with the rough pad of her index, but decided against it to admire him in his sleep a bit more.

Several minutes went by, he stirred from his slumber. His fingers curled around hers, his lips quirked up into a small smile, his lashes fluttered open letting the tender morning sun flow into the golden brown eyes. Sleep was still embedded in those gems, even more so mesmerizing without his glasses on, and also in his raspy voice.

“Hey, [Name].”

Oh this man was gonna be the death of her.

“Hey, Kei.”

“Slept well?” Asked him, still in that weirdly attractive groggy morning voice.

“Yeah. Really well actually.”

“Is it thanks to me being here?” He chuckled softly.

She shuffled closer to him. “Maybe.”

His fingers rubbed soothing circles into her knuckles. His sleepy eyes looking at her were so loving, so tender. In all these years, those eyes had always given her butterflies.

“I love you, Kei.” The fuzzy warmth inside her turned into words.

His beautiful smile grew all the wider.

“I love you too, [Name].”

The next few minutes passed in the comfortable and peaceful silence of the early morning. How she wanted to just halt the moment.

Kei slowly pushed himself up from the mattress, and stretched his arms. A sliver of his abs peeked from under the white fabric of his shirt. She had to resist the urge to place her fingertips on the exposed skin.

As if sensing her intention, his gaze fleeted to hers and the corner of his lips curled into a smirk.

“Enjoying the view?”

She gave him a kick to the leg underneath the blanket. Now that the sleep had gone from his being, his sass had come back to take its place.

“You are much cuter when you’re sleeping.” She glared at him.

“And you think I’m hot when I’m awake.”

She opened her mouth to retort, then closed it again, because he was right. Asleep or awake, she loved him anyway.

“Okay, yes.” She pressed the pillow to her face to hide the blush surely forming on her heated cheeks. “Unfortunately.”

He just gave a hearty laugh, then offered his hand. “So, up? I’ll make you some toast.”

Which she happily took, “Let's make some coffee too.”

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applejuic33 · 5 months

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Tsukishima Kei headcanons

It's basically canon that he loves reptiles so I think he'd have smthg like a bearded dragon as a pet in the future

I think he prob has a collection of dinosaur plushies lmao and he's been collecting them since he was a kid (and he'd love it if you gifted him one)

He's in college preparatory classes and I feel like he prob was like the highest ranking student at least before he got really passionate about volleyball

If you guys were dating then I think he'd take you to the concert of his faves

I also believe that he prob uses his headphones so that people won't talk to him which is basically their second purpose lmao

I think he'd take you to a museum and tell you random facts about dinosaurs but then he'd also call you a loser for not knowing them

His favourite food is strawberry shortcake right so like imagine if you made one for him SKSKSKSJKSKS

When you guys are on a date and you try to talk to him, he'd say smthg like 'Do I know you??' to annoy tf out of you 💀

He def tries arguing with the teacher and asks argumentative questions, now the teachers prob ignore him even when they see him with a raised hand

I don't think he's scared of bugs, he just thinks they're disgusting

If you're shorter than him, then occasionally he'll act like he can't see you cause you're not in his line of vision

Makes some elaborate lies about the most random thing and then convinces Hinata (maybe even Kageyama) that it is true

I don't think he'd be affectionate when you're out but when you guys are alone together, he just asks for kisses or smthg randomly

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jinwoosungs · 3 months

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{ 117 }

shut up and dance with me.

tsukishima kei x fem.reader x oikawa tooru

college au

banner credit to @luneariaa ( and @madeimoisellesoleil for helping! )

dedicated to @svrakas for showing me the specific tiktok by @/5yaff that inspired this fic ♡

tsukishima kei was not a person who enjoyed going out to clubs-

yet the same couldn't be said about you, his girlfriend of 3 years.

he honestly felt so tired after coming home from a long day of classes. all he wanted to do was cuddle up next to you on your couch, put on some cheesy rom-com he knew would make you laugh and smile while indulging on your favorite takeout order.

yet the moment he entered your shared apartment and was greeted by your saccharine smile and melodious laughter, kei knew he was screwed.

because this- this was a telltale sign that you wanted something from him.

"alright spill, just what the hell do you want?"

you sputter a bit, appearing flustered while stomping your feet a bit (okay, he'll admit it, you were too fucking cute for your own good.)

"there's no need to be so rude, kei! i-i just thought, well... aren't you feeling a bit of cabin fever here? we haven't left our apartment in months."

kei scoffs while pushing up his glasses. "we've left the apartment plenty of times. or have you forgotten that we need groceries every month?"

"that's what i'm saying kei, i don't wanna leave our home just to do mundane things! i wanna go out to bars, i want to dance and just have a great time with my boyfriend!" as kei watches you go on and on about your supposed cabin fever, he notices how you kept pacing back and forth, sending him cute little pouty glances his way, your expression reminding him of a puppy desperate for attention.

"please can we go out and do something fun, kei, pleeeeaaase?"

he could feel the impending headache that was close to settling near his temple, yet something about disappointing you left a bad taste in his mouth.

with a sigh, he clenches his eyes shut while massaging the bridge of his nose. "alright fine, we can go out, but only for a few hours! when 11pm hits, we're out of there, got it?"

an excited squeal was heard coming from your parted lips, and kei relishes in the way you jump up against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to place a kiss against his lips before hurriedly bouncing away from him.

"i'll be out in 30 minutes, babe!"

he listens as you slam the door shut, running a hand through his blond hair while his golden irises narrow in annoyance, knowing he had to take some tylenol before heading out, just as a precaution to prevent any migraines from rearing its ugly head.

{ ... }

to say kei felt pissed the moment he stepped into the club would be a complete understatement.

he allows the heavy fumes to surround you and him, buying you one of your favorite drinks as he stands off to the side. his glare was obvious, and he kept you by his side throughout it all.

this was the worst idea ever, since kei did not feel like dancing. he refuses to remove himself from his spot on the wall, taking sips of his strawberry daiquiri that was way too sweet. from his periphery, he sees your jittery movements and asks what was wrong.

"uhm, well, this is my favorite song that's playing, and i'd really love it if you could dance with me, kei."

by now, the tylenol clearly was not working, for he could feel the pinpricks of a migraine beginning to break through, the dull pain coursing through him as he places the rest of the drink off to the side. your name comes out of his lips in an exasperated sigh. "if you want to dance, just dance by yourself. i have a headache and don't feel like doing anything."

kei refuses to allow your hurt expression to sway him, ignoring the painful lump in his throat at the sensation. he hated being the cause of your pain so much, even though he knows he can be a complete asshole at times.

he was about to say something, ready to change his mind and dance with you after all when the sight of someone with cinnamon brown hair and a wide grin stops him in his tracks.

"what's a pretty girl like you standing here all alone?" like a bucket filled with ice was just thrown at him, kei watches as your attention was stolen by that perfect stranger.

"oh, i-it's nothing. it's just, my favorite song is playing..."

"what?! then why are you waiting here?! let's go dance!"

not even looking back at him, kei watches as another man takes you in his arms and leads you to the dance floor, feeling the sharpest pain he had ever felt while watching you smiling and dancing with someone that wasn't him.

{ ... }

you decided to ignore kei the moment this handsome stranger whisks you away from him, giggling while having a great time dancing to your favorite song.

the man's rich laughter fills your ears, and you found your heart unexpectedly skipping its beats at the sound of it. "so... was that pissant your boyfriend?"

you roll your eyes while turning around to face him, still dancing with him while talking to him through the music, "yeah, he's an asshole, but... he's my asshole."

now that you could see him up close, you realized that this guy was utterly gorgeous. with gentle brown locks of hair cascading over his forehead and coffee brown eyes, you felt as though you could drown in his gaze. his full lips were upturned in a gentle smile when he suddenly leans in to whisper to you.

"don't look now, but i think your man is getting jealous."

"hmph, serves him right for not dancing with me."

you could feel the stranger's smile against the shell of your ear, "well, maybe this will get him to react like the way you want him to."

the fast-paced song suddenly turns into something slower and more intimate, making you gasp when your dance partner takes you in his arms while looking behind him. you couldn't tell what he was doing, but from the way he held up his hand while lifting up a finger aimed directly at your boyfriend, you could feel the heat rising up against your cheeks.

"you- why did you do that for?!"

the handsome stranger lets out another laugh before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "i can tell how much you love him, but just between you and me, if you ever want a real man in your life, come find me. my name's oikawa tooru..."

before you could even deny the need to ever find him, tsukishima was immediately standing in front of you, shoving oikawa away with his chest puffing out in response. "i think that's enough of you grinding on some other man's woman. know your place, asshole."

his voice was filled with venom as oikawa takes a step backwards, hands held up in feign defeat as amusement was seen shining in his chocolate brown gaze. "hey hey, no need to get so upset, i was just helping her have a good time, that's all."

"we're leaving."

unable to say anything else, you look back at oikawa and give him an apologetic expression, only to be met with his wide smile as he mouths something at you.

take care and be happy.

{ ... }

"yo, jackass, your blind date just saw that stunt that you pulled and left the bar."

oikawa was forced to look away from the retreating couple, meeting his best friend's angry gaze with a sheepish expression on his face. "ah, damn iwa, did izumi leave after all?"

"that's what i just told you." iwaizumi's scowl was enough to make oikawa laugh as he walks away from the dance floor and back to his table. "was this why you invited me? so i could keep the girls you reject company while you fuck around?"

"ah come on, don't be that harsh iwa-chan! because when you put it that way, it makes me sound like a bastard."

"that's because you are a bastard." iwaizumi lets out a huff while downing the rest of his drink. "that tall blond looked like he was ready to kick your ass."

"heh, i highly doubt that." oikawa takes his glass and takes a swig out of it. "i was just playing cupid, you know? his girl was way too cute for a tightass like him, so i just did something to make him take action."

oikawa has to bite back his laughter, making a tremendous effort to keep it from bubbling out of him. "you? playing cupid? don't make me sick, assikawa."

"alright alright, i'll shut up." he sighs while leaning back on his seat, thinking back to that super cute girl with that beanpole boyfriend. "she was really cute though, so i'm hopeful that she'll take me up on my offer..."

{ ... }

"kei, s-stop, you're going too fast- k-kei, you're hurting me!"

with a gasp, kei finally stops walking, looking behind him to see you holding back your tears. he looks down and finally realizes that he has been holding your hand in a vicegrip while dragging you along, further fueling his guilt.

letting you go, he turns away from you while letting out a string of curses.

"i know you want to do it, so just fucking do it." kei was glaring at you, and he knew that he was just jealous and upset, but he couldn't stop himself.

"d-do what, kei?"

he takes your hand and leads you towards an alleyway, somewhere private and away from any prying eyes. "i know you want to break up with me and go back into that bastard's arms, that's what you want, right? a fun and energetic guy that shares all of your interests and will dance with you on a whim?"

"if that's what you want, then go, go and just-" before kei could continue with his rant, he was suddenly stopped by you. he sees the way you stand on the tip of your toes, placing your hand against his jawline before kissing him. you perfectly place your lips against his in a gentle kiss, and he, being too enamored with how sweet you tasted, basks in it.

the moment your lips met with his, he forgot all about the anger and annoyance he felt. the jealousy was whisked away, forgotten like a puff of smoke escaping into the cold night air. not wanting to let you go, kei wraps his arms around you, allowing his fingertips to play with the soft strands of your hair.

he could feel his heart pounding from out of his chest when you pull away from the kiss first. your eyes were filled with adoration and kindness, and he felt like such a bastard all over again upon realizing that you still loved him, even now.

with a grunt of your name, kei wraps his arms around you, burying his face within your hair while murmuring an apology.

"'m sorry."

"i'm sorry, too." was your reply. you silently beckon him to face you, framing his handsome face with your two hands.

"i know you were probably tired from your classes and wanted to just stay in. i'm sorry for making you go out when you probably felt tired. how about we order some ramen and we can stop by that bakery and get you the strawberry shortcake that you love so much?"

kei was absolutely astounded by how sweet you were, making him give you a tiny frown, "you're not mad at me?"

"of course not, silly."

"you don't want to leave me?"

"nope!"

"even when i'm a bastard?"

"you're my bastard."

"and you still love me?"

"i'll always love you!" you answer him with the widest and most beautiful smile that kei felt his heart ache and turn soft in response.

he remains silent, simply embracing you once more while pressing a kiss against your hair.

"next time we go out, i promise i'll shut up and dance with you when you ask."

and truly, you wouldn't want him any other way ♡

a.n. - it's been so long since i've written anything for my haikyuu!! boys; this is currently unedited, but i hope you readers enjoy this story! 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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jomteaaa · 29 days

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when it comes to you, tsukishima finds himself being protective of you without even trying.

he hears your worries about the same friend for maybe the hundredth time, about how they got mad at you for something incredibly harmless and for you being you. he rolls his eyes at your friend's overbearing insecurity and their lack of taste in people as he seemingly reads his book. he had suggested you find a better friend, but you insist they make you happy. he scoffs at that. he himself already makes you happy, why would you need someone else who can't even give you half the joy he does? he doesn't say that though, instead he insists in turn that he comes along with you the next time you two meet. he can already imagine yamaguchi surprised at him for volunteering to go to a social gathering.

"you won't scare them off?" you make him promise and as much as he wants to make them feel sorry for ever hurting you, he sighs and promises. on that day, he stands right behind you, keeping an eye out for every single interaction you have with your friend. you introduce kei, and his looming expression doesn't change. he sees their uncomfortable smile and avoiding of his gaze, and couldn't help but smirk. you nudge him with your elbow, and tsukishima ruffles your hair. "don't worry, pipsqueak." he says, keeping his voice low.

tsukishima isn't a fan of any sort of pda, but throughout the entire time, he makes sure to have some sort of physical contact with you. it could be an arm around your shoulders, or just rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. the last thing he wants is you feeling anxious about your friend, despite you assuring him you were perfectly ok. you know his well intentions, and at the end of the day when your friend has left, you treat him to strawberry shortcake.

"what's this?" he asks as he digs his fork into the cake. you intertwined your fingers with his free hand.

"just for you being, well, you." you grin and he melts like he always do when you smile at him. he gives you the first bite.

"you're gonna be the death of me, love."

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tokeio · 2 years

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9:36pm tsukishima kei

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“Uno.”

Your gaze shifts from kei then down to the deck of cards, your jaw dropped in disbelief. “How the fuck?” you can see the smirk on the blonde's face in your peripheral view. Cocky bastard.

“There’s no way you just won for the 5th time!”

“I'm just that good…and you're a loser.” he boasts as he throws his last card onto the deck, stretching his arms to rest behind his back as they hold up his weight. He slightly tilts his head to the left as you stare at him with a scowl on your face, his smirk only widening.

You roll your eyes at his smug expression while mentally cursing yourself for the butterflies that swarm in your stomach at the sight of it. “Whatever I give up.” you let your body fall to the cold wooden floors of your bedroom, your knees pointing to the ceiling.

“Like losers do.” Tsukishima lets out a soft laugh as you raise a middle finger to his view from your resting position. It's a laugh that brings stars to your eyes. stars you hope he can’t see.

But he does. Because as you lie idly on the ground, Kei is sitting up enjoying the neutral expression on your face and the comforting sounds of your small breaths. He takes the chance to take you in while you daze off. The tiny white tank top you're wearing that's risen just enough to reveal your waist. The pink Sanrio pajama shorts that fit loosely around your thighs but so snug around your hips. He silently scolds himself for how his eyes linger at your curves for a while longer before shifting his gaze back to your face. Your position only allowed him to see from a certain angle, one you'd say was unflattering. But he can't help how his heartbeat races when your nose flares so gently as you as you breathe, when he can see just how plump your lips are while imagining how soft they’d feel against his own. Or even how the frames of your questionably large glasses sit on the bridge of your nose. He adores all of it.

And maybe it's the realization that he adores you that has his breath caught in the back of his throat. One that's suffocating and fighting to be released as Kei advises his body against it. And maybe if you hadn't distracted him from his mental battle with your pretty soft hums, of a song you’d had stuck in your head for a week now, Kei would have won that fight. He would’ve kept that breath in the back of his throat and managed to deal with the dread that came from doing so. But he lost.

So he falls back to the floor in defeat, mirroring your same position before he lets out a frustrated sigh and calls out your name.

“Hm?”

“Would you hate me if I told you I have feelings for you?”

His question has you quickly up on your elbows, mouth slightly parted as you stare at your best friend. “What?”

He can feel regret start to fill his body, so he shifts his arms behind his head as if to make the feeling more bearable. “I have feelings for you” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “And i think i can tell you only now” pause. “c-cause you look so damn pretty with those glasses that are way too big for you and your obnoxiously cute hello kitty pajama shorts.”

You find yourself slowly sitting up as he continues to speak. “And I don't want anyone else to swoop in and make excuses just so they can stare at you like I do.”

“Kei-”

“I'm just telling you cause I hate keeping secrets, you know that.” the words rush out of his mouth, saving him from whatever you were going to say to kindly reject him. “You don't have to respond. In fact, we don't have to ever talk about this again, we can forget about it and-” he’s interrupted by your sudden grab of his shirt, pulling him up and very close to your face.

“Why don't you ever let me talk?” your voice comes out as a whisper.

Kei is quick to shield his coy demeanor with a playful defense, “cause who knows what your dumbass might say if i-”

This time, it's you shutting him up. Tsukishima can feel the warmth blossom in his chest as your lips capture his, the warmth of your hands on his jaw making him lose consciousness of his surroundings. The kiss is delicate, your lips tenderly lapping over his own in such a slow pace that has him fiending for more. His hand goes to rest on your hips, squeezing the plush skin that lies there as he leans into your touch, pressing your bodies as close as they can get. His eagerness brings a smile to your lips, one he devours as he seals your lips together once more before you pull away.

You're both breathless. His hands are still on your hips while your arms on his shoulder, your fingers softly rubbing against his neck. You give him a small smile. “You should kiss more and talk less.”

BONUS!

“This doesn't mean I'm your girlfriend now, just so you know.” you state. You're comfortably seated on Kei's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist as his arms hug yours. You let out a giggle at the confused look on his face. He only blinks, waiting for you to say more.

“Want you to ask me properly.” you explain as you comb your hands throughout his hair, noticing how he leans his head forward as you do. “What, you want me to do some grand gesture like laying roses on your bed that asks you to be mine?” His words are spoken with distaste. But unknowingly to you, if roses on your sheets was what you wanted, he'd do it. He'd do anything you asked.

He lets out a small ow as you flick his forehead. “I didn't say that, idiot. Grander isn't always better. The classic bouquet with a love note sounds nice.”

You assumed your words would go in one ear and straight out the other, so you didn’t expect him to actually ask you. But the next morning, when you were woken up with harsh knocks from your doorstep, you were proven wrong. Because there stood your undeniably charming blonde, with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a card with hearts on it in the other.

I think flowers are stupid and that you’re ridiculous. But you’re pretty so I'll let it slide.

- Love, kei.

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tobenasi · 7 months

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Surprise! Happy birthday Tsuki!

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revasserium · 7 months

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on the subject of birthdays - pt 1

ft. sakusa, daichi, suga, and tsukki

sakusa.

he thinks he should buy you flowers, even though he tells himself that he doesn’t know if you’ll be allergic to a specific kind of flower, so he spends too much time looking up the worlds most hypoallergenic flowers, before komori mentions that he could just buy you fake flowers, which will last longer anyway, and he entertains the idea for an entire afternoon before deciding against it because a) fake flowers will collect dust, and dust can trigger reactions too and b) what if you read too much into it and come to the conclusion that just because he bought you fake flowers, he didn’t deem you worthy of real, living flowers? no, no, no. a misunderstanding of such potentially catastrophic nature simply wouldn’t do. a stuffed animal then? no, those would collect dust too, and heaven knows you’ve already got enough. so a plant, still. but what kind? he lingers outside the local horticulture shop for so long the round-faced girl behind the counter wonders if she should call the cops before he finally goes in to inquire, “what kind of plant do you have that — that doesn’t have flowers and won’t die so easily?” to which she’d blinked and pointed, nonplussed at a group of succulents sitting on the windowsill. and this, he explains, in one long, hurried, mumbling under-breath is how he comes to be standing here, at your front door, on the morning of your birthday, sporting two pots of neatly trimmed succulents, looking vaguely abashed. “they — they’re easy to take care of, most people aren’t allergic and — and they won’t collect that much dust so…” he looks away, clearing his throat as heat crawls up his cheeks, “uhm… happy birthday. i guess.”

daichi.

he wakes up early — he cooks you breakfast; he doesn’t tell you about the hundred or so texts he’d sent the rest of his team trying to crowdsource what exactly to make you that day. there are flowers on the bedside table and a glass of your favorite juice on the breakfast tray and the apartment smells like cinnamon and waffles and the slightly burnt edge of toast. he wakes you up with a kiss, a smile, a whispered happy birthday; he doesn’t tell you about the three minutes he’d spent at the bedside, counting your even breaths like counting stars — one, two, three — twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two — he doesn’t tell you about the way he’d ghosted his finger along the bend of your cheek, bit his own lips as he bends down to kiss you, hesitating just a second to swallow back his heart, thudding at the back of his tongue, threatening to leap from his mouth to yours. your smile is radiant and sweet enough to evoke the jealousy of honey-bees as you open your eyes and see him, and he thinks that he might like to wake you up like this every day, birthday or not — because he’d never tire of kissing you awake, of beginning his day with the length of your smile.

sugawara.

he spends the whole day pretending that it’s a day just like any other, grinning over his morning coffee (thank god your birthday is on a weekend this year), nodding towards your cup, ready-made and steaming, one cream and two sugars, just like every other weekend morning you’d spent together. he hums as he flicks through his phone, asking what you’d like to do, interrupting you with a mild exclamation that “ah! we need to go grocery shopping! we’re out of onions and there’s only one sweet potato left!”, leaning down to give you a swift kiss before sweeping off to get changed, leaving you pouting at the dining table, wondering if your darling boyfriend had truly forgotten about your birthday. and so you go grocery shopping, and you’re preoccupied enough not to notice that he’s surreptitiously picking all your favorites, leading you through the ice cream aisle and making note of all the flavors you pause over. the early afternoon is spent dragging you around the farmer’s market, where you linger over the freshly picked flowers before he tugs you away without once asking if you’d like some. and by the time you both get back to your shared apartment, you’d made up your mind to at least remind him about it — it is your birthday after all. but the moment the front door opens, you’re greeted with an avalanche of glitter and confetti, a loud shout of “surprise!!!” making you nearly leap out of your skin. in the three seconds it takes you to realize what your boyfriend had done, he’d leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, tugging you into your own surprise party, decorated with all the flowers you’d lingered over, the fridge piled with all the ice cream flavors you’d just been looking at this morning. “c’mon, did you really think i’d forget your birthday? i just needed a bit of time to prepare is all! now, let’s get this party started!”

tsukishima.

he is caught between equal parts dread and excitement, because to be honest, he’d never quite understood the appeal of birthday parties. but then he’d seen how your cheeks glad glowed when the team had put up a party for hinata in the middle of summer, a handful of balloons and streamers in the locker rooms, and a good few pounds of well-cooked bbq meat — he’d seen the glitter in your eyes, the unabashed joy as your lips pulled up into a smile — and he’d never admit it out loud but he decided then that he’d do whatever it takes to make you smile like that for him. so when the day comes, he spends too long fretting, paces across the living room of his apartment (much to the barely disguised glee of his brother, who had thankfully offered to help drive around and gather all the things), scowling as yamaguchi shows up with the cake and the flowers, and kiyoko-senpai shows up with the balloons and the streamers and it irks him to no end to have so many people all at his house, but it was the only place he could’ve asked you to come without you questioning him about it but… the way you’d smiled when you stepped into the room to find them all there, to find the same balloons and the same streamers, to find the matcha layer cake next to a slice of strawberry short cake, to find him, standing there, twisting his fingers, his cheeks positively sizzling with heat… well. he thinks that it was worth it. but it isn’t till later, when all the guests have gone and all the cake’s been eaten, when it’s finally just you and him, curled up on his bed, you in his lap, his chin resting against the top of your head that he leans down to tug you to him, press a soft kiss to your lips, “there… been thinking about doing that all day.” but the way you blush when he pulls back has him smirking and dragging you down for another, and then another, his voice going dark as he smirks against the skin of your neck as he whispers, “so now that everyone’s gone… how about we get to your real present, hm?”

pt 2 ft. kageyama, hinata, & miya twins coming soon

hq! reqs are open :)

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junosmindpalace · 10 months

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it’s practically routine for you and tsukishima to go on errand dates, each one a little adventure for the two of you.

it’s something you’ve been doing since high school, really, when you couldn’t stand the thought of doing some boring chores your parents sent you out on, and so you begged and pleaded over the phone for tsukishima to join you. he begrudgingly caved in, and from there it became habit to constantly invite one another out on errands. he needed to run some errands for his mom, too, he used to tell you. he may as well just tag along. though it wasn’t often untrue, it was a common excuse he used to disguise just how often he accompanied you.

even as adults with an apartment you share rent for and two years of officially dating he still tended to make excuses. but you knew each other well, and tsukishima wasn’t as shy to admitting that he simply wanted to come along just because. sometimes he didn’t mind being your chauffeur, driving you and your shopping bags to each of your destinations-- with the exception that he got to choose the music in the car.

he was pretty helpful to have around, too. always helping you get the best price for the things you needed, always giving you his logical based opinion on whether or not you should get something, face scrunching up in annoyance when you’d disregard it and opt for the latter of whatever he suggested.

you took turns pushing the cart or holding the shopping crate, and he stayed close to your side unless something caught his eye. it was quite a cliché sight when tsukishima would be flipping through one of the pocket books near the stationary aisle, only to turn up at the sound of struggling and clattering and find his partner carrying whatever sort of junk (in his words) caught your eye, debating whether or not you should get it (and to your great dismay, he always said no).

he’d read off the joint shopping list the two of you wrote as you went through each aisle, leaning over your shoulder to check the quality and price of each item. he was a smart shopper, which is why it was nice to have him around while you did your errands.

he’d pass you items to bag at the checkout, and then would reach for the lighter ones, telling you that you’d have to heave the heavier ones. yet the moment you reached for them, he wordlessly handed over his own and stepped in front of you to carry the heavier ones. you’d grumble at him, saying you could’ve done so yourself, filled with a sudden determination to prove yourself even though hauling the heavier bags to the car wasn’t all that pleasant a thought, while he’d scoff with a smile. “sure you can.”

often times this also led to a ton of recreational shopping, picking through rows of vinyls in crates in an old music store, or browsing the different video games and merchandise at the nearest game store. he’d smile at your deflated expression when he’d tell you that it would be best to wait until an item you wanted went on sale, ruffling your hair and even promising that he’d be the one to pay when the time came. but really it was just an excuse for him to buy it himself and surprise you with it later.

and after your fruitful shopping trip, you treated yourselves to a fulfilling meal from a restaurant tsukishima found in the area, talking face to face either about an aspect of your trip or day under yellow-tinted table lights.

and though you used to dread running errands because of how boring they could be, having tsukishima with you made you actually look forward to the quality time and all the new stores the two of you could visit together.

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