Oct 11, 2025
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Daichis type is literally just brats, good for him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
“Aren’t they with you?”
Glancing down to his side he was met with an annoyed looking middle-aged woman. His eyes swept over her for a moment, taking in her tapping foot and the hands on her hips before he looked back in the direction of the idiots she was no doubt referring to. Lifting his cup to his lips he hid his smile by tasking a long sip.
“Nope.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
End of the Year Rare Pair Challenge: DaiTsukki + There was only one bed & Big damn kiss
Rating: Teen WC: 3,761 Warnings: alcohol, sexual tension, manga spoilers
Excerpt:
“Daichi-san, please walk on your own two feet.”
Despite the torture of having to deal with his inebriated senpai hanging off of him, Tsukishima cracked a smile as Daichi snorted and descended into a mess of giggles.
“Why should I use my own feet when you got those stilts over there? Should be plenty to support us both.”
Tucked under Tsukishima’s arm, Daichi raised his head to gaze at him. His grin was wide and teasing, waiting for him to shoot back with one of his curt replies. For once, Tsukishima couldn’t find anything to say though, not when Daichi’s dark eyes were shining up at him and his cheeks were bright from the alcohol. He wanted to pinch them, but he knew that would be a step too far. He was just his senpai, that’s it.
“Are we close to your apartment, Daichi-san? I don’t want to leave you on a park bench, but…”
Daichi gasped but his smile never left his face. “You’d leave me on a bench?! I thought you cared about me more than that.”
“Well, it’s late and I’m tired and if I can’t find your apartment, there really isn’t anything left for me to do.”
Daichi stopped suddenly, gripping the front of Tsukishima’s jacket to hold him back. Even as he pulled Tsukishima to face him, he still didn’t let go. A streetlamp nearby softly illuminated his face, highlighting the strange seriousness of his expression. Tsukishima was thankful he was so much taller than him, otherwise, the proximity of their faces to each other would have made his heart stop completely.
Daichi didn’t say anything as he studied him carefully. For a moment, Tsukishima wondered if he was even drunk with how focused he was but then it passed and Daichi’s lips were slipping into a smirk.
“It’s right there,” he said, nodding his head to the very next apartment building. “Will you help me up?”
Tsukishima cocked his eyebrow at him and Daichi’s smile widened, resembling something innocent but he knew better. But of all the senpais he’d ever had, he could never refuse Daichi anything. Especially if it meant spending a few more minutes in his company.
Sighing, he wrapped his arm tighter around Daichi’s waist and gave him a nudge toward his apartment, hoping that his face wasn’t as red as it felt. He refused to meet Daichi’s gaze, but he could feel his deep chuckles reverberate against his side. The light scent of his cologne was still apparent and filled Tsukishima’s senses, even with the mask of stale beer over top of it.
Unfortunately, the apartment building didn’t have an elevator, so the pair stumbled up the stairs to the next floor up. Tsukishima bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter as Daichi giggled the whole way up. The more he struggled, the tighter he held onto Tsukishima and pressed their bodies together.
Just a bit further and then I’ll leave. I’ll make sure he’s safe and then I can escape…
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Daichi x Tsukishima Rating: General WC: 2462
Tsukishima didn’t need to glance at his phone for the directions, he had memorized them easily before he had even left Miyagi. Though he’d never spent much time wandering different sections of Tokyo, he allowed his instincts and memory to work in tandem as he focused on other things. Things such as glancing in the shop windows to check his reflection and taking deep breaths to calm his nerves.
This was nothing, just visiting an old senpai who was already living here to get some good advice. He had already put in extensive research on apartments surrounding his university, so he already had a good understanding of where he’d like to live. Unfortunately, Sugawara had paid a visit to his kohai and dragged them to a coffee shop after classes to hear their plans. He was the one with the idea of him meeting up with the one person Tsukishima knew he shouldn’t. It’s been years and he’s moved forward from his ridiculous crush on his old captain. What was he afraid of?
He lifted his chin and continued down the sidewalk, enjoying the vast height difference between him and the pedestrians giving him a wide berth. He paused when he caught sight of the right apartment building, the familiar numbers causing his pulse to race and a sickening feeling to grip into his stomach. Perhaps he was more nervous than he thought, but no one needed to know. Especially not Yamaguchi with the odd look he gave them when he decided to go through with it. What did he know?
Tsukishima subtly checked his breath against his palm as he entered the building. There was nothing wrong with that, why would he greet a senpai with bad breath? It seemed fine but he fished a breath mint out for good measure and popped it into his mouth. He had crunched it into oblivion by the time he reached the second flight of stairs and wished his sweaty palms would feel as cool as his mouth suddenly did.
No big deal… no big deal… no big deal...
His mantra repeated in his head at the speed of his heartbeat, which was fluttering so erratically he was worried he was having an arrhythmia. He was Tsukishima Kei, he didn’t get flustered over anything. People cowered from his stern gaze and sharp words, a reaction that was incredibly satisfying to himself. This was different, though. He was different.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Tsukishima Kei Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yachi Hitoka Additional Tags: Love talk, Drunk Character, Aged-Up Character(s), Post-Canon, Drabble Summary: Tsukishima would have never thought that it would be Yachi of all people to confront him about his feelings.
Something cute, like crushes and confessions, she said. Tsukishima shrugged it off – cute, crushes and confessions were not things he did. He preferred other c-letter words, like cool, calm and collected, and they didn’t go well with the first three. “Really? Never? Not even a crush?” Yachi pressed on, cheeks rosy from tipsiness.
daichi smacking tsukishima’s butt in the stageplay tho
Dadchi and his rebellious child Tsukki
Daichi and Tsukki have such a strange relationship in RoM because they like each other enough to be friends but Tsukki has seen daichi barely enough time to count on his hands. So when they start having regularly scheduled dance lesson in preparation for the Rite, it’s awkward and tense because Tsukki wants to hate him for being the son of the king but Daichi wants nothing more than to help him.
Not to mention that when Tsukki first arrived at the palace Daichi made him a promise to rescue him. So he’s a little bit bitter about how kind Daichi can be when his father is abusive/possessive of his entire being behind closed doors
Very tense relationship indeed