- note: this is based off of those tik toks where one character tweets that “this edible ain’t shit” and then proceeds to confess something in their next tweet! im thinking of making a jjk version or an aot one, but we’ll see lol
tsukishima remarks, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head at an angle to get a better glance at you. his lips twitch up the slightest bit when you loudly huff and lift your head up to glare at him.
“fuck off, kei.” you’d sound a little more threatening if you weren’t struggling so much to catch your breath. “i’m not slow, you’re just a fucking pro-athlete.”
ok, well maybe that’s a lie. you’re not the fastest walker, but you’re definitely not the slowest there is. also, it’s not like you’re racing each other, you’re on a walk for fuck’s sake.
all you wanted to do was go on a nice walk around the lake with your stupid boyfriend. you had checked the weather that morning - clear skies, for the most part, was in the forecast - and thought that spending some time outdoors would do you well. tsukishima had a day free of classes and practice while you only had one lecture to sit through. once you were done sitting through your brain-numbing lecture, you bounded over to the couch where tsukishima was sitting, and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind as you suggested that the two of you go out. he pretended to contemplate the idea before agreeing and with that the two of you were off.
“no, i’m pretty sure you’re just slow as shit.” you scowl at your bastard of a boyfriend. screw him, and his stupidly long legs, for not even being the slightest bit out of breath despite the fact you’ve been walking around the lake for well over an hour already. meanwhile, you’re trying to regulate your breathing so it doesn’t sound like you’re gasping for air.
“you’re a real bastard, you know that?” you drawl, pushing your hands up off of your knees as you stand up straight. tsukishima just grins at you.
“yeah, i know.” you groan as you fall into step with him, shoving your shoulder against his body. tsukishima just chuckles at your distress. you resume your walk once more, but luckily tsukishima shortens his stride this time, making sure that he never strays too far from your side. you don’t comment on it because you know if you tease him about how he’s being considerate, he’ll leave you in the dust.
it really is a beautiful day. the idle chatter of others enjoying their day out and the rustle of the leaves in the wind can be heard as you stroll around. the sun shines from up above in the clear sky, reflecting off of the rippling surface of the nearby body of water.
you sneak a glance at tsukishima who’s looking straight ahead and further down the gravel path you’re on. his blond hair is messier than usual due to the wind and his glasses rest low on the slope of his nose. although he was rather quick to get dressed earlier, his outfit suits him nicely.
“enjoying the view?” the question knocks you straight out of your thoughts and into the present. you roll your eyes when you see the cocky smile on tsukishima’s face.
“what view?”
an exaggerated gasp slips past tsukishima’s lips. you dig your fists into the pockets of your zip-up and try to suppress a smile at your boyfriend’s theatrics.
“you wound me. i’m hurt now, babe.”
his hand is cold to the touch when you slip your hand out of the warmth of your pocket and into his. he's quick to interlock your fingers together and give your hand a squeeze, which you return.
“i hate you.” tsukishima chuckles underneath his breath before looking your way.
it’s not my fault, he’s one of my comf*rt characters.
.5k.
tsukishima kei x gn!reader.
fluff.
navi.
the train is quieter than it usually is. the chattering of other passengers sounds far off, but the subdued thrum of the train against the rails is as persistent at ever. chancing a glance out the window, you’re pleased with how pretty the scenery is. you’re far from the city now, passing by blurs of green that go on and on for as far as you can see.
your eyes float from the scenery outside the train car and fall onto your companion for the trip. tsukishima’s slouched over with his head propped up by his hand, looking out the window as well. he’s squinting slightly, the sunlight reflecting too brightly against the lenses of his glasses, which rest on the bridge of his nose. he’s a sight to behold — bathed in the intense glow of the sun, he somehow looks softer than he normally does.
you gently nudge tsukishima with your shoulder, prompting him to pull an earbud out from his ear. holding it up in between his fingers, he raises an eyebrow, silently questioning what the action was for.
“give me one.” your palm faces up as you wait for him to drop it into your hand. he rolls his eyes at your demand, but tugs both ear buds out to give you the proper one.
“ask nicely,” he snarks as he carefully slides it into your ear until he’s sure it won’t slip out. no music plays as you wait for tsukishima to unlock his phone and scroll through his handful of playlists. your lips curl up into a knowing smile when the opening of your favorite song blares through the earbud: one you’ve listened to so often lately that tsukishima knows all the lyrics by now. not by choice, he’d complain, but you’ve caught him mouthing the words when he thinks you’re not looking.
you let your head fall against his shoulder, lifting it slightly when he shifts underneath you. you lower your head once more when tsukishima settles down. the position is much more comfortable than the previous one, which you quietly thank tsukishima for. if you thank him out loud for his consideration, he’ll probably just flick you on the forehead for it.
you snake a hand in between the two of you as the song transitions to one that you know tsukki greatly enjoys. with your eyes closed, you blindly search, patting around the seat until tsukishima takes pity on you, or more accurately grows tired of your fruitless efforts, and places his palm over the back of your hand to still your movements. a content smile crosses your face as you flip your palm up and tangle your fingers together.
you gently crack an eye open when you feel a sudden weight fall against your head, shutting your eye once more when you realize it’s just tsukki. the heat of the sun feels pleasant against your skin and a warmth spreads across your body when you feel tsukishima place a quick kiss to the top of your head.
you squeeze tsukishima’s hand, smiling when he returns the sentiment, before drifting off to sleep as the playlist that you curated together softly plays in the background of your dreams.
tsukishima sits on a wobbly plastic chair that’s much too small for someone of his size. it’s comical how he dwarfs the chair, lanky limbs spread out with nowhere to go. he’s slick in sweat, chest visibly heaving from the exertion that comes with playing volleyball.
his knees brush against the side of your legs as you stand above him, his palm firmly grasped in your hands. his sport goggles rest on the bridge of his nose, slightly foggy from his breath, but he can clearly make out the scrunch of your nose, which is infuriatingly cute, he thinks. you’re scolding him for being too careless and allowing himself to get needlessly injured while you slowly unwrap the dirtied athletic tape from around his thin fingers. a grimace crosses your face when you see the reddened splotches staining his hand.
“dumbass,” you mutter, a deep furrow forming in between your brows as you examine his injury. no matter how minor it may be, you don’t necessarily enjoy seeing tsukishima in pain, even if the bastard won’t admit it. you raise his palm closer to your face and tilt your head downward to press a featherlight kiss to the worst of the bruising. when you open your eyes to glare at your idiot of a boyfriend, you’re taken aback by the unmistakeable look of fondness in his eyes, which is only thinly veiled by his usual feigned annoyance.
“you’re such a sap,” he scoffs, most likely meant as an insult, but the quiet tenderness in tsukishima’s tone betrays the true meaning of his words. you hum, opting to unwrap the tape from his opposite hand instead of responding to him.
maybe you are a sap, but there’s no one to blame except for the man whose legs you stand between.
note: i wanna beat this man up and then kiss his wounds, i hate his dumbass.
tsukishima hates crying. it’s not something that happens too often, but nonetheless he despises it. he’s able to avoid it for the most part; he is of the belief that repressing his worries is a perfectly adequate solution to addressing his problems. it’s not. tsukishima’s not an idiot, he knows it’s not necessarily healthy, but it works well enough for him and there’s no way he’s actually going to confide in anybody about what troubles him even if yamaguchi does pry sometimes. yamaguchi’s learned not to push tsukishima, it never ends well for anybody.
when he does happen to cry, he ensures that he’s alone so no one can witness him in such a vulnerable position. but even if his blanket over his head stifles the sounds of his soft crying in the dead of night, he still finds it humiliating.
tsukishima would rather die than cry in front of another person.
too bad, good things never come his way.
here you are, standing frozen in front of him like a deer in headlights, as he roughly wipes at his eyes, attempting to erase the evidence while cursing under his breath. this is exactly what tsukishima did not need on a day where everything already felt like too much for him. he’s not even sure why he’s crying, which is frustrating enough. things that wouldn’t normally bother him or would mildly annoy him seemed to only worsen his mood for no apparent reason. sure, hinata and kageyama bickering pissed him off, but it never made tears pinprick at the corner of his eyes before. he quickly blinked them back before anybody could see them and scowled, resuming his blocking position.
once practice had ended, tsukishima opted to walk home alone, despite the protests of some of his teammates. eventually, they had let it go, after he had snapped, saying that he had spent enough time with them that day. a brief flicker of hurt had passed through some of their eyes before daichi clapped them on the shoulders and told them to leave tsukishima be. tsukki felt too bare when daichi had directed a look of understanding his way before he turned towards home.
he was grateful that nobody was home when he trudged through the front door, beelining for his bedroom. he didn’t bother to change out of his clothes as he crawled under the covers, pulling his duvet over his head.
it hit him all at once.
the tears trickled down tsukishima’s face slowly as he laid under the covers, fists gripping at the edges of the blanket. fuck, he hated this. but there was no use in trying to stop his crying when more tears would replace any that he would wipe away.
he was so lost in thought that tsukishima didn’t hear the buzz of his phone, a text message notification from you indicating that you were outside his house and you were going to let yourself inside. neither did he hear the creak of his bedroom door as you cracked it open. however, he did hear the soft call of his name, prompting him to stiffen and lift the covers off from over his head to see why the hell you were here.
your breath hitches when you see the still wet tracks of tears on tsukishima’s cheeks and the redness of his eyes underneath his glasses. you freeze for a moment. although you had been dating for a while, tsukishima had never once cried in front of you. you were a bit out of your element to say the least, but you’d be damned if you didn’t comfort your boyfriend when he needed you even if he claimed otherwise.
“kei?” the call of his name causes tsukki’s head to perk up before he lets it hang low once more, refusing to meet your eyes. tentatively, you slowly cross the room until you’re sitting on the edge of his bed, legs hanging off of the side. you scooch closer to him, until you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder. tsukki’s quiet besides the small sniffles and the rustle of his sleeves as he harshly wipes at his eyes. you contemplate for a moment, what the best way to approach the situation is, before mentally saying screw it.
you swing your legs onto the mattress and shift until your body is facing tsukishima, who’s still determined to not meet your eyes. if he doesn’t look at you, he can just pretend that this is a nightmare. either that or a figment of his imagination.
“kei, baby i need you to look at me.” your tone is firm, leaving no room for him to protest. reluctantly, he lifts his head, but his eyes remain trained on the wall behind you. you softly sigh before asking, “baby could you please look at me?”
tsukishima can’t refuse you now and lets his eyes drop to meet yours. he hates the way your eyes are swimming with concern and worry for him. neither of which are things that he wants nor needs from anyone. “i’m fine,” he mutters, shifting underneath the intensity of your gaze, “why are you here anyways?”
you chuckle causing tsukki’s eyebrows to knit together in confusion. “we had a date planned today, dummy.” dread pools in his stomach as he realizes that he had forgotten all about your prior plans. before he can mutter a gruff apology, you’ve already brushed entirely past it to get straight to the point. “i know you’re not fine.” his chest tightens at your bluntness. “and that’s okay.”
he meets your gaze once more. the fondness in your eyes is almost too overwhelming for tsukishima to handle. you lean in closer to him and place your hands on his cheeks, cradling his face.
“it’s okay to cry, kei,” you murmur, wiping at the tears underneath his glasses that he didn’t realize were still flowing. you gently remove his glasses from his face, folding them and placing them on the nightstand by his bed before cradling his face once more. your thumbs gingerly swipe at the tears that continue to fall as tsukishima wraps his arms around your torso, balling your shirt tightly in his fists. you let him get all of it out, praises quietly spill from your lips as you pepper gentle kisses across his cheeks.
tsukishima hates crying. it’s humiliating to him, and he despises how he’s forced to let down his walls. he especially hates crying in front of others.
but, maybe it’s not as terrible as he makes it out to be. with his arms tight around your waist, and your hands on his face, tsukishima doesn’t feel shame or humiliation. all he feels is your love for him as you press a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth, eyes softening when his lips quirk up the tiniest bit. yeah, maybe this isn’t the worst thing in the world.
his whole demeanor shifts in front of your eyes. his hair deflates and the brightness in his eyes visibly dims as he attempts to understand what you just told him. he asks you “what?” because he truly cannot comprehend what you just said. there’s simply no way that either of you would do that to him. but here you are, in front of him with tears in your eyes, begging for his forgiveness. bokuto wants to reach out and comfort you because he hates seeing you sad, but how could you hurt him? when you leave later and he goes through an “emo mode,” he thinks about how he’s lost the only two people who could cheer him up.
— KOZUME KENMA
he’s detached and aloof when you confess that you cheated on him with kuroo. he’s always had an inkling in the back of his mind that it could happen. kuroo’s the better of the two of them, more extroverted, more easy to get along with, more charming. it’s a wonder that you chose to be with kenma instead of kuroo in the first place. you’re droning on and on about how you’re sorry, why are you still here? why haven’t you left yet? he wants to be alone now. he wants to get the sound of your voice out of his head. perhaps he can drown it with the noise of video games.
— MIYA OSAMU
shocked. he’s completely blindsided when you confess. didn’t even know you and suna were close. he listens to you ramble excuses before he’s out the door. goes to atsumu’s apartment, who’s surprised to see him, but lets him in when he sees the look on osamu’s face. he situates himself in the kitchen, pulling ingredients out of atsumu’s bare fridge to make him some onigiri because he needs something to cling onto. wants the normalcy of making his shitty brother something to eat before it all comes spilling out.
— NISHINOYA YUU
he laughs. tells you that you got him good with this prank of yours. his laughter dies down when you don’t respond and he sees the solemn expression on your face. asks where your phone is since you’re recording this, right? this isn’t very funny now, babe. once he realizes you’re being serious, he’s asking a flurry of questions. when? why? for how long? did it mean anything? he wants, no needs, to know. when he’s done, he walks out the door. nishinoya can’t stand staying still, can’t stand being in the same room as you.
— SAWAMURA DAICHI
daichi’s expression hardens the moment that the words leave your lips. he listens to your explanation and he can tell that you’re sincerely apologetic for what you’ve done. once you’re done speaking, he thanks you for telling him, but asks for you to leave now so he can think. daichi doesn’t cry. instead, he sits down at the table in his apartment with his head in his hands and thinks. he thinks about where he went wrong for this to have occurred. did he neglect you? was he too overbearing? what did he do?
— TSUKISHIMA KEI
he doesn’t allow you to explain yourself. he’ll cut you off as soon as you attempt to and tell you to shut up. the more you try, the more he gets annoyed and the louder his voice gets. why can’t you just shut up? god, why did he ever fucking waste his time on you? sneers and tells you to get the fuck out of his home and to never come back. when you finally slam the door shut behind you, angry tears bead at the corner of his eyes. his glasses fall to the ground and shatter. this is why tsukishima doesn’t let others into his heart.
