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the shy glances across the room that he chases from you during the first few weeks of dating, soft and hesitant pinky reaching out from under the table while he acts unbothered, the poorly managed grin he masks when you pout at his teases, the warmth pulsing from his arm as he hovers over your back, the private acts of affection that you swallow into the belly as it flutters, certain and riveting.
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— “do i really need to be shirtless for this?” hajime asks gruffly, sitting neatly on your dorm floor as you write on a piece of tape, godzilla t-shirt tossed unceremoniously on your bed.
your anatomy exam is coming up, and you’ve been studying like your career depends on it (spoiler alert: it does), but you’ve been going batshit crazy just staring at your notes. so what better way to get off the books than to hang out with your boyfriend?
“yes,” you reply, placing ‘pectoralis major’ on his chest. “it wouldn’t work the same if you had a shirt on. active recall, visual learning, and such.” “right,” he mutters, brow furrowed as he watches you. “so…?” “so, flex your deltoid,” you demand. “c’mon, haji. this is important.” he flexes his shoulder obediently, looking away as you stick another label on his body.
you’re kind of surprised hajime agreed to this in the first place; though honestly, you really didn’t give him much of an explanation, simply texting him, “come to my dorm @ 10pm,” with no further instructions. you laughed when he called at 9:42 saying he was at the building, having to hold it in as you led your bright-eyed boyfriend into your room.
“you will be to blame if i don’t pass this,” you tell him, revelling in the slight twitch of his body as you slide a finger over his skin to pat down the adhesive. “right. can’t have that,” he says under his breath. you snicker. despite his reluctance, he’s not angry. maybe just disappointed. you’re not worried, though. he’d get what he came for soon enough.
sneaking a glance at him, you quickly scribble ‘teres minor’ on another scrap of tape. hajime’s ears are bright red, but his bottom lip is pursed up and his jaw is tight. tell-tale signs of his enjoyment.
“i know you’re a little embarrassed, but i need you to lift your arm up for me,” you tell him sweetly, tape hanging from your fingertips. hajime lets out a flustered grumble in reply, dim light highlighting hard planes of muscle as he accedes.
“it’s kind of itchy,” he says, after a moment. “well, it’s tape,” you answer matter-of-factly, pasting ‘frontalis’ on his forehead, then look at him doubtfully. “also, you need to stop scowling. you look cute when you’re not scowling.” “‘m not scowling,” hajime says under his breath, but his eyebrows relax immediately. you bite the inside of your cheek. cute.
another couple minutes pass by as you continue to stick labels on him, humming a tune while you treat your poor boyfriend like a whiteboard.
“...how long will this take?” hajime asks, stiffly, two pieces of tape hanging off the hollows of his cheekbones. you stretch out, making a big show of checking the clock on the wall. it’s almost midnight. “i’m basically done,” you reply. “i’m not going over the accessory muscles.”
hajime tilts his head, narrowing his eyes knowingly at you. “yeah, just wanna know, so i’m not peeling gemellus inferior out of my butt tomorrow,” he remarks wryly. you mirror his expression, enthused. “hah. i forgot you know this already.”
hajime pinches your inner thigh playfully. it doesn’t hurt—he could never hurt you—but you yelp anyway, more tickled than anything. “hey, i’m pretty smart, you know,” he reminds you, smoothing over the subtle sting with a callused thumb.
you scoot over towards him, running your hand down the label reading ‘rectus femoris.’ “i know you’re pretty smart,” you say, gaze locked on his, “otherwise i wouldn’t allow you to be sitting shirtless on my floor.” you pull, and the screech of tape being taken off skin is the only sound in the room for a second.
the sudden dilation of his pupils makes you laugh through your nose. “oh, that’s all,” hajime says lightly, body hot under your touch. “because i’m smart.” “and muscular,” you add, leaning over him as he sits back on his forearms, watching you intently. “mm, that’s part of it?” he asks, voice just breathless enough to make your stomach tighten.
“yeah,” you murmur, hooking a fingernail under ‘external oblique.’ your eyes drop to his bare chest, then drag back up to his face as you smile. “do you take a makeout session as gratuity for your model work?”
hajime swallows, his jaw fluttering. a blush blooms over his cheeks and he rolls his eyes. “that’s what i thought you called me here for,” he mumbles, warm hand coming up to rest on the curve of your lower back as you giggle. “c’mere.”
he peppers your face with soft kisses, leaving wet marks. your laughter fills the small room when you feel something sticky on your cheek.
“haji, i can’t take you serious with that stuff on your face!” “take it off, then!”
hello. folks. birfday post 4 me and him cuz we junebugs like dat
˚✶ * returns and future pick ups
or someone comes to return some books before you close for the night
tsukishima k. x gn!reader
m.list / wc: 1k
the lights on the far end of the library automatically shut off, leaving only half an hour of work left until you could head back to your dorm. there’s only a couple students left, all studying at their respective tables. tapping the eraser end of your pencil against the check-out counter, you bite the inside of your cheek, counting down the time until you can leave.
slowly, a couple of them make their departure, the next set of lights shutting off for the evening. closing your eyes, you smile knowing that you only have fifteen minutes left. opening your eyes, you glance at the last person in the library, his back turned to you. turning away from him and looking back down at your homework, the numbers start to jumble, a wave of tiredness taking over.
“okay.. that’s enough,” you whisper to yourself, setting down your pencil before standing up to sweep the nearby area.
it isn’t necessarily your job to be cleaning up the library, however, it gives you something to do in between the slow periods. the individual’s typing echoes in the library, the sound bouncing off of the bookcases and into your free ear. the only thing breaking it is the door to the library opening, a stressed student standing with books piled in his arms.
your eyes widen at the sight, hand aimlessly resting the broom’s handle against a table. walking across the room, you can feel your confidence growing, “is there anything i can help you with?”
a head tilts to the side of the books, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. “i found these books and i believe they were meant to be returned here,” he starts carrying them over to the check-out table, the weight of the textbooks seemingly not too heavy for him.
“you found them?” you question, raising your eyebrow as he sets them down on the counter, hands resting on your hips.
“yeah.. my roommate moved out unexpectedly and i think he left these behind on accident,” the mystery student pushes his glasses back up his nose. his short blonde hair spikes at the top, slender fingers pulling his backpack straps closer to him.
nodding, you walk around to the other side of the counter, pulling out your chair so you can check the status of the books. “well, sorry this return fell on you then. if you wouldn’t mind staying here while i scan these in..” you look up from the computer, meeting his gaze, “just in case some of them aren’t our books.”
“right. yeah, as long as you’re open,” he shrugs his shoulders, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“we’re open. i’m just hoping i can get these all scanned through before we close. not the most exciting when you work the library’s closing shift,” you admit, grabbing a scanner and scanning in the first one, an older textbook with the barcode starting to peel off.
the air feels tense as you continue to scan the books in, your eyes constantly glancing up to look at him. he stands there with his arms crossed, gaze flickering back to you every few seconds. “do you come to the library very often?” you break the silence, scanning another book.
“i don’t have a lot of time to,” he shrugs, leaning against the counter, his knuckle pressed against the top.
“well.. it’s a great place to study, and i’m usually here if- you know if you ever needed someone who knows their way around,” you grab the final book, scanning it back in, all of the books seemingly originally coming from the library.
he nods, looking away for a second. glancing back, the mystery man gives a small smile, “yeah, yeah that would be great. i’m sure you have great books on paleontology.”
“paleontology? yeah, actually. i know a lot of the students in that program and there’s usually a few that are in rotation. my next shift is tomorrow if you want to come check it out,” you push the books off to the side, signing off of the computer so you can start closing the library down for the evening.
piling your stuff up, you shove it into your backpack, looking around to see the last patron had left during your conversation. “so, do you go to school here, then?” he questions, standing by the check out counter as you peer down the many walkways, making sure no one was left in the building. taking a few steps between each bookcase, you glance around for fallen books as well.
“yeah, library science actually. so if you have any dewey decimal questions then i’m the person to ask,” you smile, walking back up to the counter, throwing your backpack over your shoulder.
“neat,” he whispers, just barely loud enough that you heard it, the quietness of it all bringing a smile to your face. the two of you slowly make your way to the library doors, not quite wanting to end the evening yet, a spark lighting between the two of you. he reaches past you to open the door, following you out of the building.
“well, i guess i’ll see you around then…”
“it’s tsukishima, my friends just call me tsuki though,” he—tsukishima—shrugs again, hands shoved back into his pockets.
“well then i will see you around tsuki, thanks for returning those again, i’m- we’re all really grateful to have them back,” you lock the door behind you, rain lightly hitting the concrete walkways.
the two of you start in opposite directions, your dorms seemingly on other sides of the campus. just as you’re about to turn the corner around the building, you hear him shout to you from across the way. his hair is matted down from the rain, glasses covered in droplets. “i didn’t catch your name!”
“it’s l/n! just ask for me at the desk!” you wave to him, reaching your hand back down to hover over your eyes, protecting your face from the rain.
“will do!” tsukishima turns back around, smiling to himself. the smile quickly falls as he thinks back to every embarrassing thing he muttered out during the interaction, eyes rolling at his own behavior.
