Can I req my super glorious, handsome, ineffable, pretty, lovely, sweet, baby, boyfriend, husband, soulmate TSUKISHIMA being such a loser? I want em successfully ragebaiting his s/o and then loose his mind if they start to be mad fr
That description of him is so real😚 so sorry this took so long, here is your request of tsukishima ragebaiting his s/o then going crazy when s/o does actually get mad👀
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tsukki being a loser and down bad for reader deep down, gender neutral reader
There’s something fundamentally wrong with the smug way Tsukishima grins when he knows he’s gotten under your skin.
It starts innocently. A throwaway comment over breakfast while you scroll on your phone and he rifles through the fridge like it’s personally insulted him.
“You know, I don’t think you could beat me in a game of anything,” he says casually, grabbing the milk like this isn’t the start of war.
You glance up. “What, like volleyball?”
“No. That’s unfair. I mean like mental games. You’re too emotionally driven. Predictable.”
You blink slowly at him. “Predictable?”
He takes a sip of his coffee, then looks at you with a dangerous little smirk. “I bet I could make you mad in two minutes. One, if I didn’t care about consequences.”
You set your phone down.
“What consequences?” you ask coolly.
“You giving me the silent treatment. Maybe pouting. You know, baby tantrums.”
Your eye twitches. He’s lucky you don’t throw the toast at his head.
Still, you decide not to let it get to you. Because that’s exactly what he wants. He thrives off reactions, off watching you squirm and snap. So instead, you look him dead in the eyes and smile sweetly.
“Cute,” you hum. “You think being a walking trivia bot makes you clever.”
His brow twitches.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You’re the type of guy who reads one Wikipedia article and thinks he’s the second coming of Einstein.”
“You asked me if penguins have knees.”
“It was a joke.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
You throw a napkin at his face. He flicks it off, smirking wider.
This goes on all morning. His favorite hobby—ragebaiting you. Testing your limits. Poking the bear and acting shocked when it growls.
Later, you’re stretched out on the couch, and he’s lounging at the other end, lazy and smug, fingers tapping idly on your leg as you try to focus on Mario Kart.
“You always pout when you’re losing,” he mutters.
“I’m not losing.”
“You are. It’s kind of endearing.”
“Tsukki…”
“Like a baby learning how to walk. So determined. So unaware of how tragic it looks.”
You pause the game. You don’t even look at him.
Then, slowly, you place the controller down and stand up.
He blinks. “What, seriously? Come on. Don’t tell me you’re mad.”
You don’t answer. You walk straight to the bedroom, shut the door quietly, and say nothing.
For a moment, there’s silence.
Then he calls out.
“Babe?”
You say nothing.
“Hey. Don’t be like that.”
Still nothing.
He comes to the door. Knocks once.
“Alright, I’ll admit, I pushed it. But you’ve got to admit I was kinda funny.”
You pull out your phone and scroll.
Ten minutes pass.
Fifteen.
The knock comes again, a little more hesitant this time.
“Are you giving me the silent treatment? Seriously?”
You continue to say nothing. You know him. Tsukishima Kei thinks he’s untouchable. Thinks he can get away with anything as long as he throws in a lazy smirk and an “I love you” when things get dicey.
So this time, you decide to play the long game.
You ice him out. Properly.
No reactions. No biting back. No glares, no playful shoves. Just cool, distant civility.
He’s confused at first. You still sit beside him at dinner, still respond when he asks a direct question, but the warmth is gone.
He tries teasing you again. Pokes at your cheek. Makes a snide little comment about your taste in TV shows.
You hum noncommittally and go back to your food.
No smile. No sass. Just ice.
He stares at you, completely thrown.
The next day, he asks if you want to go out for lunch.
“I’m busy,” you say, without looking up.
“Too busy for me?” he tries, like it’s a joke.
“Too busy for games.”
His smile slips.
On day three, he comes home with your favorite snacks and places them silently in front of you.
You glance at them. Say nothing. Pick up one, eat it without reaction.
“I got the chocolate kind,” he says, sounding hopeful.
“Cool.”
He’s unraveling. You can feel it.
By day five, he’s lost it entirely.
“Okay,” he snaps, finally, “this is ridiculous.”
You look up from your book.
“What is?”
“This. You pretending not to be mad while giving me the cold shoulder like I kicked your puppy.”
You tilt your head. “You wanted to get a reaction. Now you’re not getting one, and you’re upset?”
He clenches his jaw. “I was messing around. You always bite back.”
“Maybe I got tired.”
He steps closer. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like I’m not standing here trying to fix it. You’re being unfair.”
You close your book.
“You called me emotionally predictable. You made fun of me. And then when I walked away, you treated it like a joke. So yeah, I decided to stop reacting. That’s what you wanted, right?”
Tsukishima’s face falls completely.
His hands twitch at his sides, unsure whether to reach for you.
“I didn’t mean to actually hurt you.”
“I know,” you say. “But that doesn’t mean you didn’t.”
The silence that follows is heavy.
Then, he exhales. Steps forward.
His voice is lower, quiet now.
“I was being a loser,” he says. “A smug, insufferable, annoying loser.”
You stare.
“I miss you,” he adds, more softly. “Even when you’re three feet away, it feels like you’re gone. I hate it.”
That earns a twitch in your expression. Just barely.
He sees it.
“I’ll stop,” he says quickly. “Seriously. The teasing, the comments—whatever you want. I’ll stop being a smartass.”
You finally look up at him fully.
“I don’t want you to stop being you,” you say. “I just want you to respect that I’m not always in the mood to be your chew toy.”
His expression softens. He nods.
Then, in a small voice: “So… you’re not leaving me forever?”
You blink. “You really thought I was breaking up with you?”
“You wouldn’t even touch the gummy bears. That’s how I knew it was bad.”
You try not to smile. You really try.
But it cracks. Just a little.
He sees it, and relief floods his entire body.
You roll your eyes and hold out your arms.
He practically falls into them.
“Still a loser,” you murmur against his chest.
“The biggest,” he mumbles. “But I’m your loser.”
Tyy for the req! Should I make a part 2 where reader ragebaits him back as revenge and he loses it in a different kind of way?