no clue what that is yo!! please tell me,,,,, ill edit this to add it or maybe. delete this bit once I knowššš dont execute me plezš„š„
ā3 days after Sato-kuns death,
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I'm a minor! my page is strictly sfw, I won't write anything that goes beyond 'suggestive' āā and if I do write anything suggestive it will be light and maybe not even noticeable! + I write mostly haikyuu !! but that doesn't mean I wont write anything else in the future. it just all depends on how I'm feeling! also I write mostly with a male reader in mind before setting it as gn!reader so so idkā have that in mind (Ā“Īµļ½ ) + english isn't my first language!!!!
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IT DOESSS HOLYSHIT. okay now someone make an au where Tsukishima is in a global boy group and call him "rising global sensation, pop star, Tsukishima Kei". and I do not volunteer to write that au ok, someone else get to work
filler post mb but why are there so many artists called lace?????? and all of them make peak music I thinks.. but either way when I say I'm Lace's biggest fan, it's completely up to interpretation and I loveeee it š¤
070825 TSUKISHIMA KEI where his heart is in your hand.
an attempt at sentimentality would normally come as a surprise for anyone whoās met tsukishima kei.Ā
luckily enough, you know him in a way most people donāt.Ā
you know him by what his name brings: a song played on repeat, endless streams of laughter in each trial & error at baking, something too sweet and too messy, secrets shared under the moonās graces, a fight that left a three month bruise where your heart nearly drops to the sea bed, where if he tried to search it out of shame, breathlessly chasing, your body would never soften again from his touch.Ā
you know him by how memory paints him tender, an earthly scent wafting from an unexpected rain in the middle of summer. you know him by his wordless funk; hand on your shoulder when nothing needs saying and gladly eats the shitty stuff on your fridge together with you. a really quiet āiām sorryā pressed between hugs and fingers tracing the years youāve spent together as you memorise the shape of his broad back. and when you meet his gaze across the sidewalk a week after, you wonder if his smiles always seemed to look like thatā so inexplicably bare. forthright. easy.Ā
you find out, one spring later, that it only ever comes easy because itās you.Ā
the courtyard smells a lot like beginnings and endings.Ā
brushing against shoulders and blazers, you melt into laughter that rise and fall with the tide of goodbyes. you catch his eye, standing all tall and composed, but framed like the softness as if the world had tilted just right for warmth to cradle him. his jacket hangs just slightly open, the fabric looser now. no longer needed to be worn. you huff a chuckle at how formal he still looks, despite everything.
you pretend to shy away from him, hoping to look for someone else. but heās walking towards you. naturally. inevitably. and like all things, you canāt help but stare in awe.
without a word, he reaches for his jacket uniform. plucking out with careful hands on his second button. he lifts your own hand and gently spread your palm, pressing it gently until he lets you curl your fingers around it.Ā feel the weight of everything he has offered.
ādonāt lose it, okay?āĀ
itās stupidly small, but heavy and warm from being next to his heart all day. āyou know i wonāt.ā and when you look up, you think he already knows. like this has been a long time coming.Ā
you finally understandāat what he is, what he always will beā that this is where you know him best:Ā
an attempt at sentimentality, a surprise to everyone.
ā Tsukishima x Reader drabble??! || tags: fluff, comfort(??), crack kinda, banter, gn!reader, timeskip, established relationship + gentle-ish kei. | A/N: ok there was a SLIGHT pause in uploads!! I had quite a rough few days. this is purely self indulgent, i desperately needed any gentle Kei content (ā„ļ¹ā„") pls cut me some slack if ts is bad/messy cuz it's 1 am as I'm done with this, and I'm very much sleep deprived with a fever. šš || WC: 1k+ (longest one I've done yet wowow)
you never imagined that you'd get married to Tsukishima, not because he wasn't your type or anything, quite the opposite- it was just hard to believe? (no it wasn't, and you knew that it's just sometimes you don't) waking up in bed with him always feels like a dream, and going in bed with him to sleep for the night? you can't dream because you fail to sleep. your thoughts would battle with your heavy eyelids for the whole night, leaving you restless.
or at least- that's how you would be if it weren't for his arms wrapped around your waist, grounding you there, and his soft breathing against ur neck, chest pressed against your back. you fall asleep instantly when he holds you. your thoughts coming to a momentary pause, leaving room for a blissful sleep. your breathing in sync, melting into e/o in a way no less than perfect. fated.
in the morning you'd gaze at his back as he'd get up to go to the restroom and start his day. you just lay there, completely still, as if you were still registering that he's your lover, and has been for years. it still comes as a surprise to you that he was the one with an active crush on you during high school. on the other hand you thought he was just a nerd in your class, a conventionally attractive one, sure. but a nerd nonetheless. a rude, snarky, smartass, dinosaur maniac nerd. and it kinda made you smitten by the time you were third years.
you liked to think you were a rather sharp tool in the shed, during your high school years, you always called out guys and told them to back off when you would notice that they liked you. but despite that, it took you embarrassingly long to realize he was trying to pursue you, you only realized he loved you when he once let you borrow his headphones. your mind was like "wait- holy shit!@;&$# oh my god he's giving me his HEADPHONES!!!?? ..he loves me ohmygod?? this is probably peak romance in his mind... mine too actually. UUUGGHHHH!!!???? WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?! such horrible taste wth?? concerned." you glared at him intensely as your internal shock continued on in ur mind. Tsukishima was about to take back his offer of letting you borrow his headphones- until you accidentally blurted out 'you love me.'
it was more of a confirmation than a question. so on second thought, maybe you uhm weren't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. he stood there frozen, and so did you, but you didn't bother to take back your words. thinking about how that was the start of your relationship really is funny to you now. maybe if you told yourself than that you would end up married to Tsukishima, you wouldn't be shocked. maybe a little surprised that he didn't get sick of you after one year.
you failed to come up with a reason as to why he loved you, but it felt like you knew the reason. truth be told when you agreed to date him you weren't even sure if you liked him in that light. which later on you admitted, and of course you clarified to yourself early on that, yes, you do love him like that. when you admitted it tho, he asked, 'well why do you love me anyway?' and you weren't sure how to answer, so you decided not to think it through and let the words come to you as you went on. which present you definitely wouldn't have done that- not because it ended badly but because you were just 'wiser' now. though your answer did change something in your relationship- for the better of course!!!
currently you waited for him to finish up brushing his teeth in the bathroom, you idly scrolled through reels on Instagram, sending some to Tsukishima just because. once you heard him turn off the bathroom light switch as he stepped out, you placed your phone down on the nightstand beside your bed. he quickly climbed into bed, kicking off his flipflops as he laid on his side. you moved closer to him, resting your head on his arm now.
"you smell like minty grapes and metal. and also- my deodorant..??? you have your own. what's wrong with you." he scoffs at your comments "wow so I get in bed only for my spouse to sniff me? that's the first thing you do mind you. clinging up to me and then sniffing." "well gee my bad you have a strong scent, well- more accurately you have strong scents. I can smell different things off of you at once." he grumbled and pulled you in closer, his arms now wrapped around you, your chest pressed against his. "also, fyi, I didn't use your deodorant, you're probably just smelling the.. uhm never mind." "ohmygod you used my perfume. why would you do that you monster." you huffed and he simply shrugged with a soft chuckle.
you both were now cuddling, under the warm blanket, like a summers hug. although you wouldn't say it, but you were so grateful that he fell in love with you of all people. you don't know what you'd be doing if you weren't with the love of your life.
ābut you do know what you'd be doing without the blanket- you would be shivering and crying and screaming due to the cold of the night.
"Tsukki it's so cold! don't hog the damn blanket, bro?!?" you could've sworn you were cuddling earlier, now his back is facing you. "try again." you could basically hear the raise of his eyebrow when you called him 'bro'. you rolled your eyes and tugged at the blanket "Kei, if you don't cuddle me again I will actually go sleep on the couch. right. fucking. now." Tsukishima let out an airy chuckle at your 'threats'. he found it amusing to mess with you. without any further words he adjusted the blanket and rolled to face you, his arms once again found your waist immediately, his hold on you lazy.
and heās definitely looking at you like heās trying to solve a puzzle you didnāt mean to start.
rec 00:00:01:02
i sit down in the chair and immediately regret all of my life choices.
the camera's already recording. the light is on. the room is stuffy and smells like whiteboard markers and old student council meetings. the door shuts behind me with a little click, and i stare directly into the lens like i'm about to give my final words before execution.
i don't even know why i agreed to this.
no, that's a lieāi do.
mai dared me.
"say something unhinged," she said.
"make it go viral," she said.
"it's anonymous anyway," she said, flipping her stupid pink phone case shut like she wasn't planning something.
the school's film club came up with this "year-end confession project" ā a booth where students record one short video telling a secret, a joke, a personal truth. no names, no context. the best ones will be shown at the graduation showcase. apparently it's supposed to be "authentic." or "raw." or whatever fake-deep thing the president of the film club said with a beret on.
the rest will be deleted. allegedly.
so here i am, sitting in the middle of a room with one camera, one chair, and one truly spectacular lack of shame.
i lean forward.
breathe in.
and say something dumb.
"i think i have a crush on akaashi keiji."
i pause.
"not in, like, a cute way."
the air feels heavy.
not because it's true. but because i said it like it was.
"more like... he feels like a cursed forest spirit who'd judge you for your taste in literature."
i lean back, deadpan.
"like, he blinks and i feel like i've done something wrong. but it's kind of hot?"
"he moves like he's always mentally sighing. i want to fight him. in a parking lot. while holding his hand."
another pause.
i blink at the camera.
the little red "REC" in the corner keeps blinking back.
"obviously that's a joke. don't use this. delete it. thanks."
i hit stop.
stand up.
walk out of the room without a second thought, because it wasn't serious. not even close.
mai's waiting in the hallway with a smug little smirk.
"what'd you say?" she asks.
"you'll see if they play it," i shrug, brushing past her.
"so you said something unhinged."
i shrug again, because she's not wrong.
truth is, i barely even know akaashi. he's in the year below us. quiet. pale. vice captain of the volleyball team, which is weird because he looks like he spends more time in libraries judging fonts than spiking balls. i've seen him around maybe twice. we've never spoken.
he has this... presence.
not in a romantic way. more in a "guy who would haunt a mossy victorian mansion" way.
so i said what i said. for the bit. for the chaos. for the fleeting satisfaction of making mai laugh when she watches it later.
but a few days pass.
then a week.
and people start looking at me weird.
it starts small. harmless. someone giggles behind me in line at the vending machine. someone in chemistry class leans over and says "hey... do you like guys who play volleyball?" with a snort. bokuto from the volleyball team literally points at me one morning and yells, "PARKING LOT GIRL," like that means anything to anyone.
and that's when i start to realize:
they didn't delete it.
i replay the moment over and over in my head.
my voice. the tone. the exact wording.
i'm not even embarrassed. i just... didn't expect it to be used.
especially not with my voice.
my phrasing.
my entire sense of humor now broadcast like a crime scene.
what makes it worse is that akaashi doesn't say anything.
at all.
he walks by me in the hallway one dayācalm, unreadable, slightly dead-eyed as usualāand glances at me. just for a second. but it's enough.
our eyes meet.
he doesn't flinch.
he doesn't smile.
he just looks. holds it. then walks away.
and it's awful.
because now i flinch.
now i can't walk past him without wondering if he's thinking about it.
about me.
about the words i said, wrapped in jokes, framed in sarcasm, that are now playing rent-free in his apparently cryptid-ass brain.
i try not to spiral.
but it's hard when bokuto keeps making weird noises every time he sees me.
and when mai keeps looking too pleased with herself.
and when the film club president stops me in the hallway and says "you're welcome."
eventually, i corner mai after lunch.
"did you know they were gonna use it?" i demand, dragging her behind the school building where the smokers go even though no one actually smokes.
she raises an eyebrow. "define 'know.'"
"mai."
"i maybe... encouraged it."
i stare.
she shrugs.
"it was good content."
"mai."
"you said it was a joke!"
"it was!"
"then it shouldn't matter."
and technically she's right.
but it's not about what i meantāit's about how it looks.
because now the entire school thinks i've got a raging crush on akaashi, and akaashi hasn't said a single word to me in his life. and worse than that?
i'm starting to think about it.
like... really think about it.
what if i did like him? i don't even know him.
what if saying it out loud made it real?
what if my brain is now self-sabotaging through attraction just to punish me for being annoying?
and then i get even more annoyed, because that would be exactly the kind of thing i'd do.
a few days later, i see him again.
after school. near the gym. volleyball practice is ending, and the sun's going down, casting long shadows across the court. bokuto's doing jumping squats and yelling about some energy drink. akaashi is tying his shoes on the bench like he's preparing for war.
and then he looks up.
straight at me.
i freeze.
we lock eyes.
he doesn't smile.
instead, he lifts one eyebrowābarely. subtle. barely perceptible to anyone else but meāand then says something to bokuto. bokuto looks over his shoulder at me, absolutely lights up like a christmas tree, and waves.
akaashi doesn't look back.
and that's when i realize:
he definitely knows.
and he's not forgetting it.
i go home and tell myself to move on.
to ignore it. to forget it. to just outlive the shame.
but late at night, lying in bed, i remember the way he looked at me.
not judgmental. not weird.
just... curious.
like he was thinking something he didn't plan on thinking.
and that scares me a little.
because i'm not supposed to be part of this story.
and now i don't know how to get out of it.
HHUUU itās been a while since iāve wrote so it might be a little rusty. i only have two chaps out rn (the prologue and chapter 1! you can find it on my wattpad @tsunaashi :)
Read prologue - #00 from the story caught on camera! || keiji akaashi x reader by tsunaashi (mei) with 4 reads. haikyu...
yes hi I do absolutely feel the need to beg (calmly and patiently) for another chapter on here and wattpad, ok? ok. get thru life or smthn and feed me chapters.... thanks buddy. appreciate you. kinda needing to indulge myself in fics before my stupid writers block decides to disappear.
sypnosis & tag: you see tsukishima's childhood room for the first time. established relationship. it's fluff this time.
a/n: i really wanted to go back to my roots because i refuse to show that i've been overtaken by horniness. i blame it on the depression. i had this fic rotting in the drafts since last year, and i'm so happy to finally be done with it and share it with you guys.
āšāĖā¹ā”
you step into the small world that was kei's encompassed by four walls, gaping at everything around you.
"it's just my room, don't make it such a big deal." tsukishima remarks, his ears red.
"hush, let me admire in peace."
the first thing you notice is the number of dinosaur figures neatly displayed on the shelf on the wall. you know a few facts about each type now, thanks to tsukishima's rants. like how the stegosaurus actually had a tiny brain, and that the parasaurolophus used its crest to help with communication.
although you never did have an interest in the extinct reptiles, you can listen to him go on about them for hours. how could you not, with that glint in his eyes and the slight upward curve of his mouth? you giggle, thinking of how the cool and 'indifferent' tsukishima kei is secretly a nerd at heart. a nerd who you ultimately fall for.
you shifted your attention to his organised desk, with books propped up on the table supported by a book stand holder. you run your fingers through the spines. natsume soseki, osamu dazai, murasaki shikibu...
"you really liked the classics, huh?"
there are a few books on paleontology and dinosaurs, too. expected.
"they were alright. some of them were for literature class in school." tsukishima answers, resting his weight on the table. you take one of the books out from the stand and flip through its yellowing pages. words are highlighted and underlined, and notes written in what you recognise as his ever-so-neat handwriting on sticky notes pasted onto the pages. you're about to close the book until something catches your eye.
"did you just call the character a loser?" you laugh, bringing the book closer to your eyes to properly examine it. tsukishima tips the book down to see it for himself.
"oh, right. and i still stand by my case."
you shake your head before putting the book back to where it was.
his older pictures are framed on the wall, like the many others hung around the house. the oldest photograph in the room, you assume, shows akiteru teaching a much smaller kei volleyball. he has that same focused and determined eyes during a match now, just that with childlike wonder. the photo instantly becomes one of your favourites of him. you immediately unlock your phone to access the camera.
"i didn't say pictures were allowed." your boyfriend plucks the device out of your hands. you groan.
"please? just one? i already missed out on the small and innocent version of you."
"it's a no." tsukishima pockets your phone in his jeans pocket. "if it's with you, it's bound to be exposed to the public."
"whatever, i can ask akiteru to send a picture to me." you huff.
"i'll kill him if he does so."
you eventually reach to the last framed photograph, with tsukishima in his karasuno jersey, gathering around with his teammates for the shot. first year tsukishima is lankier with thicker framed glasses, and without the bangs. he still has that resting bitch face though, another thing that has never seemed to change. tsukishima gave you a death look when you pointed that out to him.
your imagination starts to run, picturing a younger kei with his shorter haircut, how he's studying at his desk, or reading one of those books you saw. you think of your counterpart, maybe pouring over homework beside him, or more likely, pestering him as he does so. you smile to yourself at the thought of it.
"do you think we would still end up together if we met in high school?" you wonder aloud.
"who knows?" tsukishima shrugs as he sits on his old bed. he takes your hand and pulls you into him, away from the photos. "it doesn't matter anyways."
you meet his soft gaze, the kind he only gives to you. you hope that among all the things about him that stays the same, the way he looks at you will be one of them. he really is yours, you think, all of him. the boy who is fascinated by dinosaurs, the boy who disses on people (both real and fictional), the boy who will never stop loving volleyball... he glances at your lips, subconsciously licking his own, and you don't hesitate to close the gap between you two.
kei is right. it doesn't matter if you'd ended up together earlier, because you get to have him for yourself in the end.
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the both of you continue lounging on his bed until his mother calls.
"lunch is ready! come eat while it's still hot!"
"coming, ma'am!" you answer. you instantly got up and tug on his arm to follow suit.
"what, are you that hungry?" he says but complies.
"no, i just don't want to keep your parents waiting." he can tell by the look on your face that you're still nervous about having them like you. it's kinda nice, that you genuinely want to be close to his family. he sighs and flicks your forehead.
"you'll be fine." in any case, his parents were excited to meet you before you came, constantly on his back about bringing you over. they'll no doubt accept you with open arms.
tsukishima shuts the door to his old room as you pull him along out to join his family; he steps out of the past, and follows his future.
There was a time in your life when you were truly alive. When waking up was exciting, and each day passed a little too quickly. A time when going to bed at 8 p.m. felt like a waste. What would happen to all those hours you couldāve spent reading under the covers or doodling your school crush?
While your parents slept deeply and desperately, little you was filled with joy. Because you believedāhonestlyāthat youād get to live like this forever.
You pushed through the glass door of your office floor with your second cup of coffee that morning. It was cheap, it was nasty, and it came from a suspicious vendor on the corner of the street.
Usually by the time you stepped off the train, youād regained enough of your soul to face the day head-onātrembling knees from low blood pressure, but upright nonetheless. In this life, you werenāt born an heiress. You had to rawdog it like the rest of the rats.
You never even liked coffee. But damn if it wasnāt the closest thing to crack youād ever tried. One sip and your brain lit up like in a tunnel vission of KPIs and deadlines. Even when it made your hands shake from too many espresso shots.
Today, you needed it. You were still recovering from a cold youād tried stuffing back into your body all weekend, dragging yourself off the train like Hades had his grip around your ankles. Not even your Manifesting Punching People playlist could claw his fingers off.
You sat at your desk. Nothing like a bit of caffeine and microplastic to fast-track your death. Preferably today, because another day under your managerāDemon Lord Tsukishima Keiāwas draining the last of your life force.
You jabbed at the monitor button like you wanted to kill it. The Apple chime chimed back at you, soft and depressing, as more coworkers filed in one by one. A few gulps in, and you slipped into the usual rhythm. Dull. Mechanical. You were sorting through archival paper filesāa job so soulless, it was singlehandedly making you lose all faith in humanityās preservation of history.
Let people remember what they want. Let chaos win.
Your first year working with Tsukishima had taught you one thing: he hated assumptions. Heād chewed you out once just for guessing on a document detail instead of asking him directly. That night right after you dropped your bag on the floor of your bedroom and slumped onto your bed you screamed into your pillow afterward. Literally. Because how was anyone supposed to approach a man who looked, moved, and talked like the Devil?
Youād crushed multiple beer cans cussing him out to your few trusted coworkersāeach one harboring their own personal grudge against him.
This morning he was manageable.
Even when his attitude dripped through the screen and you felt like punching the screen. Maybe, more than coffee you needed a boxing class. That way when the day comes, you could land a solid one on him. Crack his perfect glasses into two and throw your resignation letter in his face.
After lunch, you finally escaped to the archival room. You liked the smell. You liked how cool it was. Calm, dim, quiet. Too eager, you carried two boxes of files up the stairs, fueled by rage and spite. You didnāt expect to see him today. Sometimes, he just didnāt show up.
You finished filing before curling up in a dark corner of the room. The one spot you knew the AC hit just right.
And thenābliss.
You let yourself drift. Limbs loose, breath slow. Your head tilted back against the wall, hair shifting gently from the cool air blowing above.
Nothingness.
Until a spreading chill touched your cheek. Slow. Steady. Cold.
You stirred.
A water bottle was being pressed to your face.
You followed the hand holding itāand flinched.
Tsukishima Kei. Towering over you with a subtle sneer. One hand braced on his knee, watching you like some pitiful stray. He pulled the bottle back with a sigh and straightened.
āIs this what you do when Iām gone?ā
You scrambled upright, tugging your long skirt into place. āIā¦ I was just really tiredā¦ā
āThen use the staff room.ā His face was firm. āThatās what itās for.ā
You didnāt respond. Just moved toward the boxes, avoiding his eyes.
āNo way,ā you muttered. āItās too crowded in there.ā
He scoffed. Then bent over, grabbed the boxes before you could, and started walking ahead. āSo whatānow you want your own bedroom?ā He turned at the door, holding it open.
You inhaled, smoothed your hair, and walked past him.
Why, every time he saw you, did he seem to think: Let me make this girl miserable.
The walk back was silent. You didnāt want to know more about him. If you started understanding him, you might feel sorry for him. Or worseāempathize.
āStill sick?ā he asked suddenly.
You blinked. You hadnāt told him. It had been manageable, mostly gone by Sunday.
āLaura told me,ā he added.
Ah. Laura. His assistant and emotional translator. Saint Laura, whose mental fortitude had kept her in his orbit for three years. Thereād been rumors they were datingāunderstandable. She was beautiful. Smart. The whole influencer thing on the side. When youād asked her why she stuck around, she dropped the bomb.
She was married.
To Keiās older brother.
Your jaw hit the floor.
Sheād laughed, explaining that Kei was actually a big softie at home- four assistants had quit before her. But she? She kept him in check.
She claimed it was her husbandās influence. You disagreed. Laura was just built different. You wouldāve loved working under someone like her. She was direct, compassionate, grounded.
āBut youāve got him under control, too,ā she once told you, tilting her head.
āHuh??ā youād replied, feeling that Laura was talking about another person entirely.
Back in the present, you were remembering that conversation for some reason. You still didnāt get it. If it were true, wouldnāt he let you nap until 4:40 p.m and then clock out early. Without consequence?
āWhat if I do want a bedroom?ā you asked, lifting your chin as you neared the office door.
He paused, hand on the handle. āAre you serious?ā
You nodded. Your face determined.
To your absolute horror, Tsukishima chuckledāan actual, audible laugh. āIf you want to keep sleeping that badly, just take the couch in my office.ā He opened the door and tossed the empty boxes to the side like it was no big deal.
You stared at his back.
āIām heading out again,ā he added, walking toward the pantry. He pointed lazily at the door to his private office. āKnock yourself out.ā
In the endā¦ you didnāt literally sleep in his private office. Obviously. What the hell.
Sometimes, he said things that made you want to open your resignation draft and add a few new bullet points.
Like that time everyone had to stay late prepping for the Tibetan exhibition. At 1 a.m., the museum was still full of movementāeveryone scrambling to make things perfect for the next day.
You dragged yourself to your desk, desperate to rest your head.
When you woke, groggy and stiff, there was a jacket draped over your shoulders. The office was quiet. Only one light was on.
Your manager stood by the pantry, stirring his tenth cup of coffee.
He looked over when he saw you walk up.
āYou can go home.ā He pulled out his phone. Opened Uber. Held it out to you. āCharge it to the company.ā
You stared.
Did he expect you to let him know your address?
Uh. No??
You shook your head, grabbed your bag, and left quickly before he changed his mind.
You shook the memory away, unclenching your shoulders. Whenever Kei was away, the office resumed their chatters and deadlines and expectations reasonable.
You stopped by a coworkerās desk to do your rounds as a certified Personality Hireā¢. That role alone was why you hadnāt submitted your resignation yet. The general workload was doable. Grind came only during big events, and when it did, everyone suffered equally.
You popped a piece of chocolate in your mouth, ready to chatā
But your coworker was actually working.
Like, genuinely working. They couldn't even look at you for longer than 5 seconds, with fingers hammering away at a proposal that had been revised to hell and back.
All because of one person.
Kei.
Your coworker finally turned toward you. Smiling through exhaustion āLook, Y/N,ā he said, voice teasing, eyes dead. āNot all of us are Keiās favorite.ā
āE-Eh?ā
He grinned wider. āWhy do you hate him so much anyway? He clearly likes you.ā
āWhat?ā
āIf I were you, Iād jump that dick and seal the deal.ā
āWHAT??ā
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A couple of months had passed since that bizarre revelation.
You hadnāt been able to look at your manager the same way ever since. Your texts to him grew more formal and distant. And he seemed to pick up on it. Where there had once been sarcastic banter and playful digs, he was now all businessāpolite even and almost painfully neutral.
So when you received an offer as an Exhibition Designerāsomething youād been studying on the side because the administrative work had been quietly killing youāit was the obvious choice. You wanted your work to be seen, experienced. And this was your way out.
You emailed him requesting a one-on-one. He agreed. Efficient. Clinical.
Every day that passed inched closer to that meeting, and every moment he was there without saying anything clawed deeper into your nerves.
One morning just before The Day, you found yourself trapped in the elevator with him. He entered first, standing toward the back while you stepped in front of him. Unspoken tension filled in at a sickening pace.
Just before the doors could seal shut, a hand shot between them.
They stuttered back open.
A guy from another division stepped in, followed by what felt like his entire office. A small crowd funneled into the elevator in a flurry of chatter and catch-ups.
You blinked rapidly, pressed into the corner, trying not to get stepped on. But there was no room to move. A second later, you felt itāhis chest brushing against your back.
You closed your eyes. Jaw clenched. Lips pursed.
āDid you hear about Makoto?ā one of them said in barely a whisper. You couldnāt even tell who it wasāfaces blended into necks and blazers in front of you.
āThey finally started dating!ā
āEeeh!ā The group erupted in giddy excitement like high schoolers.
āI called it. She made it so obviousāhaha! It was adorable, though.ā
Someone sighed dreamily. āI want an office romance tooā¦ā
Your grip on your bag tightened. White-knuckled.
āI know, right? They're so cute itās disgusting.ā
They exited one floor before yours. As soon as the space cleared, you scrambled away from Tsukishima, practically slamming yourself against the elevator buttons to distance yourself. You held your breath, refusing to even glance in his direction. You swore you could feel his gaze anyway.
The elevator dinged again.
He walked past you first, calm and unbothered.
You exhaled like you'd been underwater. How were you supposed to face him tomorrow? Tomorrow, when you were supposed to have that meeting.
When you passed through the glass office doors, you caught a glimpse of him settling into his desk. The blinds were only half-closed. You gaspedāstartledāyour coworker had slapped your lower back.
āDid you guys fight?ā he asked, slinging an arm over your shoulder and dragging you to your desk. āSpill.ā
āWho? What? HAHA! What?ā
He rolled his eyes, pulling your chair out from under the desk and plopping into it himself. His formal attire made him look like a boring straight man, despite the glittering sass in his eyes. Dark circles shadowed under them as he typed random characters on your keyboard, jerking your monitor awake.
āItās obvious,ā he said, spinning lazily in your chair as you pulled another one over for yourself. āAnd itās hurting us.ā
āUs? Who is āusā?!ā
āOh please, bitch,ā he deadpanned. āWe all know.ā
āYouāre insane. Thereās nothingāā
āQuin.ā The voice came from your managerās office door. Tsukishima stood there, gaze laser-focused on your coworker. āIf youāre not busy, I need you in the meeting now.ā
Quin turned to you slowly, his look screaming, I told you so, before standing up and dragging himself to his desk to retrieve his laptop and notes.
Kei held the door open. And then, he turned to you.
āY/N?ā
You jumped to your feet, still wearing your bag.
āO-Okay.ā
The meeting felt especially heavy that morning. You sat directly across from Tsukishima at the long center table. Quin was presenting his updated proposalāthe one heād been working on for weeks. The one that was finally approved.
When Quin returned to his seat beside you, you reached out and gave his arm a firm squeeze. He grinned. Kei had watched. His eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second before he looked back at the screen and took over the presentation.
Once the meeting ended, people slowly filtered out. Keiās voice stopped them briefly.
āI wonāt be able to attend tomorrowās one-on-one,ā he said casually. āA curator rescheduled last minute.ā He then directed his eyes toward you, signaling that he meant to talk to only you. āSo stay here Y/N.ā
Your heart sank. So did your stomach. Youād needed today to prepare. Rehearse what to say. How to say it. Quin was the last to leave. He gave you a gentle pat on the back before slipping out and shutting the door behind him.
Kei removed his glasses, pulled a cloth from its case, and began cleaning the lenses slowly, methodically.
āSo?ā he asked, not even glancing up. āWhat did you want to talk about?ā
Your throat tightened.
āUhā¦ uhā¦ā
He slid his glasses back on. His eyes found you easily as he readjusted his sight. You were still wearing your bag. He noticed. It irritated him.
āUmā¦ Iā¦ā
He raised a brow. āWanna resign?ā he asked dryly, clearly trying to lighten the tension. āWhy are you so nervous?ā
He walked over and switched off the projector, maybe the idle animation was distracting you. He'd learned that you had a maximum of 1 minute attention span, he had started using that to gauge information design for shorter exhibitions.
It felt like, deep down, he did already know.
You had changed these past few months. You were sharper. Bolder. You pushed back now. Less apologetic. Like you had nothing to lose.
Still, when you looked up at him and softly said āā¦Yes.āāhis chest tightened. The sinking came quick and quiet. Like a floor giving way beneath him.
Disappointment?
Maybe.
Youād been one of the few employees who could keep up with himāfiery enough to challenge him, smart enough to get things done. Were you finally tired of him? Did he say something that was out of line?
āOh,ā he said. Calmly. He returned to his chair, sitting heavily. Watching you stare at the snake plant in the corner instead of meeting his eyes.
āI got an offer,ā you said, slowly breaking into a relaxed smile. āFrom The National Art Center.ā
His mouth went dry. āTokyo?ā
You nodded. Watching your eyes filled with sparks left him with a pang. You were leaving, leaving. He had thought that he had time, even after Laura reminded him that life moved fast in unexpected ways.
āYeah! As a junior Exhibition Designer.ā You sat up straighter, more sure of yourself now. āIād like to formally submit my resignation tomorrow.ā You scratched at your elbow, shy and beaming.
āExhibitionā¦ designer?ā he repeated blankly.
You nodded again, proud.
āYou were into designā¦?ā He spoke slowly, as if he was saying this to himself. In wonder that he had missed that about you.
You cleared your throat. āYeah. I started learning from Quin. I donāt know, I justā¦ I really fell in love with it.ā
āā¦Why didnāt you tell me?ā
āTell youā¦ what?ā
āThat you were interested. Quin couldāve used help. Weāve been expanding quickly. You couldāveāā he caught himself. Stopped before the sentence collapsed into something else. He caught himself before his legs gave in and he dropped to his knees begging.
āQuin referred me,ā you said with a small laugh.
āI see.ā He swallowed. Hard. Everything he wanted to say tucked away beneath that sentence. After a long silence that was starting to wear down at the confidence you had slowly regained through the awkward moment, he finally stood, walked over and extended his hand.
āCongratulations, Y/N.ā His lips curled up into a small smile. It wasnāt bitter, it wasnāt angry. But you couldāve sworn his eyes looked unsettled.
You looked down at his hand for a moment before rising on your feet and taking it. Moving to press your other palm over hisāfirm, sincere, warm. He had been a Devil manager but he had also given you a chance when you knew nothing. Heād answered your dumb questions with patienceāat least at first. Then with sarcasm. Then, with irritation. But he answered.
He answered them all.
You let go. And, before you could overthink it, stepped forward and wrapped him in a casual hug.
His throat locked up.
āYou still have a month here,ā he murmured, almost losing his voice.
āThank you, Kei.ā You smiled, warm and real.
You stepped back, stretched your arms above your head, laughing lightly. āAahā¦ that felt good!ā Gathering your notebooks and pens, you turned to him with one last smile. Then you walked out of his office.
And for the second time in his life,
Tsukishima Kei felt his heart crumble.
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Quin settled in beside you at your desk during lunch, the rustling of onigiri wrappers and a yogurt bottle crackling across your scattered files. āI didnāt know you had it in you,ā he said, biting into one triangle.
āWhat now.ā You shot him a glare.
āThat was brutal, Y/N.ā
āIām telling youāweāre not like that.ā
He cackled, āYou didnāt see his face when you walked out.ā
You pouted. āThereās no way.ā Quin had to be screwing with you. The man was a pathological liar and often crafted elaborate fake scenarios for fun. Honestly, you werenāt even sure his name was Quin.
āYou should at least give him a chance,ā he said. āI nearly teared up just thinking about it.ā
āWhy are you crying for him?ā
He stared at you like you were the densest creature to ever crawl through human evolution. The kind of denial that was so deeply cemented it sealed off any possibility, any what ifsāthe type of existence determined to live without drama, or pain.
āHeās been pining over you. Itās like watching a Pride & Prejudice role-play, except nothing is progressing.ā
āNo he hasnāt.ā
āHe so has.ā
āIf he wanted to, he would.ā
āIf you donāt get off TikTok right nowāā He flicked dew from his cold yogurt bottle directly into your head as if it was going to purify any brain-rot.
āQuināā
He sighed, leaning back dramatically. āHe literally has the emotional intelligence of a junior high-school boy.ā
āThen Iām not dating a boy!ā
He slammed a palm down on your desk in dramatic disbelief. āWhy are you fighting me on this?! Fine. Iāll pay for your Shinkansen ticket if you just ask him.ā
You blinked. ā...Ask him what?ā
āIf he likes you. Just ask. And I swear, heāll confess.ā He tapped the desk with complete confidence. āOne shinkansen ticket,ā he declared.
You narrowed your eyes at him. āNozomi?ā you asked, slowly.
āAll yours.ā
The truth was: it was impossible to find the right moment. He was always just out of reach. Always with someone else. Always in motion. You nearly gave up. Shinkansen tickets werenāt that expensive. But to have it free was definitely tempting.
There were only two weeks left until your last dayāand with the academic summer break just around the corner, the museum had launched a dozen mini exhibitions at once. Everyone was going full throttle, but not quite to the point of working overnight.
Still, it meant you had to be in at 6 a.m. every day for the past week.
You hated the morning train crowd. So youād started leaving even earlier, skipping the madness altogether. When you arrived, the museum was still half-asleep. Some technicians waved groggily from their corners.
The office floor beyond the glass door was still cloaked in darkness. You didnāt bother flipping on the lightsāyou had too much to hold in your hands, and the sun was already pouring in through the curtains, soft blue and pale.
You dropped everything with a tired exhale. Sweat trickled down your neck. Dragging the curtain string, you filled the room with light.
Summer was bleeding in, white and cloudless, even this early.
And then, the thought came.
Watching the distant street below fill slowly with workers and students, the world steadily waking upā
Was it really true?
What Quin had said?
Kei? and... You?
You stared through the window. And without warning, without meaning to, the words tumbled out of your mouth.
āDo you like me, Kei?ā
The room echoed it back to you.
You heard a sharp thud behind you.
You turned.
And he was there.
Your managerāTsukishima Kei.
Frozen halfway into the room, halfway to his office.
His phone lay on the floor, still buzzing with notifications, completely forgotten.
A surge of nerves shot from your feet up to the tips of your hair. Your shoulders hunched as if trying to vanish into yourself. Your mouth opened to speak, to apologize, to lie maybeābut before you could, he beat you to it.
āI do.ā
So Quin was right. So absurdly. So heart-pounding.
Kei bent down to pick up his phone, his movements stiff, disoriented. He looked like a man who had just taken a bullet and wasnāt sure where it hit. He stood upright, not knowing if he should keep walking toward his office. Or toward you.
For fuckās sake. He was twenty-nine. This shouldnāt be so difficult.
āā¦Do you want to grab breakfast,ā he finally managed, the mix of fear and nerves making him almost explode in his head he could barely hear himself. āwith me?ā
His voice had come out quieter than the usual Kei who lead meetings with the firm confidence of a black panther and the sharpness of a hawk. He took a step toward you. His grip on his phone tightenedāto hide the trembling.
Somewhere inside your electrified brain, your head nodded. Your legs moved too. You walked toward him, careful, cautious. As if any sudden motion would make the entire office collapse in on the both of you.
āyou always say "I told you so" and I hated it back then.ā
Tsukishima x Reader | tags: gn!reader, established relationship, timeskip, fluff, banter | WC: 667 | a/n at the end + this is very self indulgent OKAY. ļ¹ļ½”Ā· v Ā·ļ½”)ļ¹
currently, you were waiting for Tsukishima outside of the museum since his shift was about to end soon, and while waiting you looked down at your shoes, the one's he gifted you about 4-5 months ago.
you don't know why you're only wearing them now, they're cute marry Jane shoes, and you always wanted them. but when going out you'd find yourself wearing your old ones, even if you were going out on a date with Tsukishima.
you knew it was because you liked it when your shoelaces would untie and he'd do them for you, but you didn't want to admit that since it felt childish.
you smiled a bit to yourself while recalling the plenty of times he'd tie your shoes only after you'd trip, he wouldn't look up at you, wouldn't do it out of kindness-
his words, not yours. and would say "I told you so." with a sigh every single time since he'd make a comment to tie your shoes, but you'd brush him off and say you would tie them when you sit on a bench.
you hated it back then, but something about it is so cute to you now since you've definitely got to know him better as a person and isn't just the snarky tall guy from high school anymore.
the cool air brushed against your skin, a shiver ran down your spine. you recalled the countless times Tsukishima had told you to get a jacket but you'd forget or underestimate how cold it actually would be that day.
or when you'd forget your notes or water bottle, so you would just take his. he'd grumble saying that he told you not to forget your notes when he'd leave your house after a tutoring session was over.
or how you were irresponsible to forget your water bottle frequently. but by time, you realized there was an oddly affectionate tone in the way he'd say he told you so or call you an idiot.
before you could go deeper in thought Tsukishima came out of the museum, you turned to face him with a smile "tsukki, you're done!" he nods "yeah, were you waiting for long, y/n?"
"not too long, but I'm freezing cold!" he sighed "didn't I tell you to wear a jacket?" you rolled your eyes "whateverr! I forgot, ok?" he took your hand in his without saying another word and you both started walking to your shared apartment.
"why did you come to wait for me anyway?" he asked, there was a tenderness to his voice when regarding you that made your heart feel fuzzy. "well I went to the convenience store earlier because we were low on snacks, but... I forgot my wallet so y'know, I went to wait for you." Tsukishima chuckled
"wow, and I here I thought it was gonna be because of something cute like you missed me or something." he teased, you quickly respond "well, of course I missed you, I just had my priorities OK."
and with that, you both changed routes to go to the convenience store before going home.
BONUS: "why the heck are you buying mystery flavoured chips??? last time you ate those your stomach was hurting for 3 hours." you rolled your eyes "shhh, you'll never be able to overcome your weaknesses if you don't fight them head on!"
later at the apartment: "tsukki, my tummy hurts." "I told you so." but he still went to get you a warm glass of water.
and for dinner? you drenched your plate with ketchup and ranch and. Tsukishima said you'd regret it, but you were a sauce frantic OK. (self inserting..)
in the end when you realized it didn't taste good. he ate the rest of your plate while of course calling you an idiot and complaining the whole time that you ruined the plate.
so yes, he'd call you an idiot and rub it in your face that you did the wrong thing even after being warned, his actions would be far more affectionate then his words, and that was ok.
A/N hah. I completely self inserted during the sauce bit ok. I just had to write this especially after ruining yesterdays dinner with sauceššššš
SCARY I KNOW!!!ššš I obviously regretted my poor choice of adding ketchup and ranch chat. smh don't be like me
Tsukishima x Reader mini drabble alternative to the OG slightly || tags: fluff, established relationship, slightly ooc, banter | a/n at the end + not proofread š || WC: 500+
in your relationship with tsukki, there were a lot of unspoken traditions, even if some were purely coincidental.
like how whenever one of you likes something that is genuinely absurd to the other, somehow it'll grow on the other and they'll like it begrudgingly admitting it to themselves after a few months.
and right now? you really didn't want to admit to yourself that you started liking Labubus of all things- and all because of Tsukishima!
those mini gremlins were haunting your thoughts and plagued your poor little head.
now when you see them, all you think of is Tsukishima and unconsciously that led you to liking them. and you definitely weren't going to admit that for God's sake!??!!!?!
they were hideous, utterly and truly repulsive and chaotic in the worst ways possible!! well, that's what you wanted to think. but apparently you couldn't anymore.
and worst of all? now it'll look like it's you who liked those creatures first!! because it was definitely gonna be hard for people, well maybe excluding Yamaguchi and ofc you, to imagine Tsukishima liking those things naturally.
it all started when you saw three miserable looking Labubu keychains right under his dinosaur collection shelf. you almost immediately asked about them when you had walked into Tsukishima's rooms that day.
he had shrugged and said they reminded him of dinosaurs, and you. truthfully you were quite offended but you let it slide because a part of thought it must've been peak romance in his head.
tho you did try to find the resemblance between a Labubu and a dinosaur, was it the hands? the feet? the eyes..?? the teeth? maybe it was the sharp teeth.
you really didn't want to think of those things, but when you thought of Tsukishima, they tagged along in your thoughts like a train, Tsukishima was the train driver, and the passengers were Labubus, dinosaurs, strawberries and cake and some other nonsense depending on why you even thought of him.
so currently, as Tsukishima was oh, so, comfortably nuzzled in ur neck while you played with his hair, you couldn't help but look up at where he placed the Labubu keychains. noticing there was now a 4th.
without much thought you mumbled, "hey, Tsukki, why do I remind you of a Labubu? I'm really curious." for a moment he didn't respond.
"honestly.. I don't know, they just, do. like how coffee reminds me of you, despite the fact you don't like it much. you remind me of things I like."
silence. you didn't expect his answer to make you feel so fuzzy and warm inside. you let out a giggle and kissed the top of his head. last time you asked, he ragebaited you by saying you looked like a Labubu. which was honestly funny. but you don't wanna encourage his creative insults even more.
you sighed softly "Tsuskki, that's so cute! I feel like I need to confess that whenever you like something I start to like it too, now." he lifted his head to look at you, "...really now? even the Labubu?" you rolled your eyes, "yes, even the Labubu. also can I have one..?"
he laid his head back down to your neck with a small smug smile and a nod at your request.
BONUS: "i really still don't know what's the resemblance between a dinosaur and a Labubu, Tsukki." you said softly, without missing a beat he shrugged and simply said "you." and you decided to be satisfied with that answer. even though he basically called you a dinosaur now.
A/N hhhheyey,,,, shamefully editing ts to say alternative version ok. actually love this tho, like and subscribe if I should make a version where reader is the one who makes Tsukishima like Labubu
there were quite a few unspoken traditions between you and Tsukishima one of them being that if the other views something they like or do as strange or unconventional, you'd one up them by being more odd.
and honestly? right now it was quite difficult to do said tradition.. because how the hell were you meant to like something weirder than a Labubu??
it was beyond you how Tsukishima liked- no, loved. those stupid and frankly absurd keychains.
"y/n.. why are you silent?" while seated on his bed, you'd been staring at his Labubu collection for a hot minute now. unable to tear your eyes off of the monstrousities before your eyes.
"Tsukki, babe.. why do you have those?" you mumbled without a thought. Tsukishima turned to look at where you were looking at his Labubu collection.
"oh, those... they reminded me of dinosaurs, y'know, with their teeth and stuff.." and before you could respond in confusion at where he found the resemblance he spoke again "and, they remind me of you. especially the pink one."
you were silent for a moment, thinking he was being cute. but???? those things were hideous! you snorted "Tsukki, I'm not quite sure if I should be offended or not. but, I'm nice. so I'll take it as a... off putting compliment." you spoke bluntly, and he chuckled slightly.
"they remind me of you in a vibe type way, if that makes it any better." a moment of silence... you were utterly baffled. "WOW? so my vibe. is a spoiled brat, farting, burping, annoying and loud doll??? seriously?" now Tsukishima was straight up laughing in your face
"you said that yourself, y/n, not me." he snickered. you wanted to just!!! smack him on the face! "Tsukishima. Kei. do you wanna fight me. RIGHT NOW. because I'm READYYY to throw hands, ok!?"
okay so maybe right now you don't have to be weirder than him. just once, you'll let him be the weirder one. the main focus right now was to not beat the crap out of the beanpole in front of you.
your face was probably the most amusing and equally as endearing thing in the world to him right now. the way your face was flaring up in all sorts of expressions of annoyance and shock possible.
he giggled when you called him by his full name "oh, you're mad?? hah.. cute." he had successfully ragebaited you. he was definitely gonna sleep peacefully at night.
and it didn't take long for you to realize that this was ragebait when he called you cute. a small smile made it's way onto your face, still offended and even more so that you had fell for it. "Tsukki, either you buy me my gummy worms and make an omelette so I can eat that heavenly combo, or you're done to me."
a shiver ran down his spine at the mention of your horrid food taste, a reminder that you were equally and in his opinion, weirder than he ever was.
"... okay. but you've been shaking this entire time, so lay down." you wanted to tell him to just lower the AC but you didn't since you he wanted to cuddle.
and so you both laid down, your head falling into place on his chest, and you chose to ignore how he brought up the fact your cold just to avoid having to see you eat your favorite food combo.
and so even if you thought that he was totally the weirder one right now, to him, he thought you were worse.
BONUS SCENE: you both were laying down in comfortable silence, and somehow he was on top of you, his head comfortably in place in ur neck, inhaling your scent so easily as if it was second nature. your hand in his hair, gently massaging his head.
"hah.. ready to fight were you? are you sure you'd even be able to reach my face? you wouldn't be able to fight me." he mumbled, recalling your previous words. his voice slightly muffled against ur neck.
"shut up, beanpole.." despite your words, there wasn't anything but affection in your voice. maybe that kinda describes your relationship with Tsukishima if it were a lazy summary.
āsometimes, love is bold, yet somehow loudly quiet at the same time; and I learnt that with you. ā”ā
Tsukishima Kei x Reader mini drabble! || tags: fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, pre-timeskip, slightly ooc I think??? but I hope not.. :(( || not proofread! + a/n at the end! || WC: 645
the love between you and Tsukishima wasn't at all as quiet as people liked to assume, it was bold and undeniably obvious before you two even started dating. all your friends could tell the chemistry between the two of you before you both even realized it yourselves.
and so when you zoned out at a party while a guy was hitting on you asking where your boyfriend was after you had told him off, one particular comment stuck with you: "almost no one knows you two are in a relationship!"
it stuck with you because.. how could he say such a foolish lie? it was truly the small things that were so blatantly screaming your affection of one another.
the way he rests his head on yours or in your neck when he's tired no matter where the two of you are, the way he started to not mind pda that much without even realizing it. the way your hands always find each other under a table, how he simply lets you get on his back without even asking if you're tired or just too lazy to walk home.
the way your hands easily slip into his pockets when it's chilly and he wouldn't even be phased, and even would shove his hand in the pocket to warm yours. the way he opens all the cans for you because he's far more scared over you breaking a nail then you even are yourself. the way he mumbles that he likes when you get your nails done longer because then your head scratches are heavenly he'd say while basically half asleep and you'd tease him about it in the morning.
how he never complains when you can't walk straight for absolutely no proper reason and doesn't get bothered when you accidentally push him into something, because then you'd frantically apologize and it would be the cutest thing ever in his eyes. how he would hand you his glasses when they need to be cleaned without saying a word because he now he is quite literally unable to clean his own glasses in your presence ever since you offered to do it and he quite liked the idea.
he put up with your horrid "cute" rubbish collection because you put in effort to know the names of all the dinosaurs from his collection. how he would blow on your hot food before handing it to you if he got to hold it first.
"hey!! are you even listening?!" the guy shouts at you, you flinched, startled. before smiling gently, "sorry, but you must be blind if you think my relationship is anything other than obvious." your voice was laced with a sarcasm you had subconsciously picked up from Tsukishima over the years of knowing him.
so yes, the gestures of affection between you two weren't anything grand or ultra romantic, but to you it was just perfect, like you didn't have to scream to prove something that's already obvious. to the both of you, your love was so loud that it was deafening, turning everything around you into quiet- irrelevant nothing in the background of your bold connection.
oh! and would you look at that! Tsukishima came right in time to pick you up from the party, you both locked eyes at the same time and he walked over. you turned to face the guy with an even happier smile, "well! I gotta go now, my š£š°šŗš§š³šŖš¦šÆš„ is here to get me!!"
you declared as you quickly went over to Tsukishima, he looked at you confused that you basically ran away from the guy. but nonetheless, without a word the both of you were out of there. "why did you cling onto me suddenly?" he asked, you pouted and pretended to be offended that he even asked for a reason, "what? I can't miss my boyfriend anymore?" he rolled his eyes and chuckled.
bonus scene: "can your man fight!!" you raised your eyebrow "oh, he definitely can! but yk... I also can too." and with that you slapped him square on the face!!!
a/n: hhey.. T-T it's currently 3 am! I'm so tired eueueeueue,, but ahem, important confession.. I haven't even watched haikyuu yet! it's just I recently started getting a lot of haikyuu moots on tektook and Tsukishima in particular stands out to me ;;;;
