tsukishima pauses, his heart coming to a full stop.
a gust of wind rushes by, picking up the autumn leaves beneath your feet. they spin—twirl around your body in a flurry, as if responding to the three words rolling off your tongue. the three words that he’s never heard anyone say to him with such pure unwavering sincerity.
you stand before him, eyes hardset and resolute. your hair dances with the wind—with the leaves, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more magical sight.
“kei,” you call out to him, your voice carrying with the breeze as you repeat, “i love you.”
his mind races and stops all at the same time, trying to register your words—trying to ingrain them in his heart. all of a sudden, any snarky comment prepared on the tip of his tongue leaves. any semblance of a joke or a sneer drifts away, gone with the gusts of the crisp autumn air.
“me? you love me? you mean it?” he asks. a genuine question. not a mocking one. not a taunting one. a soft question. a hopelessly desperate question that tastes unfamiliar coming from his lips.
you smile, and it’s as if the sun beaming in the sky struggles to keep up, left in the shadows behind your figure. your voice heightens his senses, tickles his skin, rings in his ears as you affirm,
warnings: language, kissing, reader cries, taki almost cries, yuma's teasing takes a wrong turn :( , harua's and taki's is like a reverse of this whole plot lmfaoo,
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⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ KOGA YUDAI
kei hadn't seen you in what felt like days.
the last time he spoke with you, you were venting about the amount of upcomings exams and assignments you had. and so, he tried his best to be there for you.
but...he didn't want to be too overbearing. so he also tried his best to give you space.
and with him, himself, getting caught up with work he wasn't able to speak to you.
a few short messages being sent here and there, a small phone call too. but that was it.
so when kei pulled up to your front door, your favorite snacks were in a bag.
he didn't expect for you to open the door and look so...
miserable.
"baby?" was the first word he spoke to you.
and just the sight of him was enough to make your eyes well up with tears.
you pulled him into your house, he kicked the door closed behind him and felt your arms warp around him.
he dropped the bag of snacks, wrapping his own arms around you.
he swayed the two of you for a bit, one hand placed on the top of your head.
"come on, you wanna go relax? watch a movie or take a nap." he spoke to you so softly, your eyes unmoving from his own.
"yeah." you sniffled, holding now one of his hands as you two went to your couch.
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ MURATA FUMA
you think you might just have the most understanding boyfriend ever.
but you also think you might just be the worst girlfriend ever.
you've been canceling a lot on fuma lately, but it isn't your fault entirely. finals season is in action and your teachers have been throwing tests and assignments and essays at you left and right.
the second you finish one, you have another to do. and so you've been postponing and cancling a lot of data plans you two came up with.
today was too much. you took a huge test at school and couldn't even breathe when you got home. your apartment was a mess, your work unfinished and on top of all this. you just got a text from your boyfriend.
poké nerd 🫶: hey baby, the screening for the movie's gonna start soon, are you ready?
fuck.
you completely forgot. again.
you were about to shoot him a text when you heard some knocks on your door. walking over to open it, you already knew who it was.
"ready?" he asked as he stepped in, standing by the front door.
your heart burned. you wanted to throw all your responsibilities out the window just for one day with your boyfriend.
you shook your head. "im sorry, baby, i completely forgot. and i'm really busy. but my semesters almost over, i promise."
you heard a sigh from him. "no." you stepped back in shock. literally.
"what?" he walked over, closer to you now. "you're gonna come out with me, okay? you're gonna come out and we'll have fun and when we get back," he placed a kiss on your forehead. "we can have a study date. I'll help you with your work. guaranteed 100%."
"I-I don't know..." he rolled his eyes playfully, "i do know. and plus, i was a straight A student." he held your face in his hands. "you need a break, y/n. i hate seeing you like this and feeling useless. you can cancel a million times on me and i won't be upset."
he pressed his forehead against yours. "so please. just relax. just for today. you won't regret it, i promise." he smiled, looking into your eyes.
"i love you, honey. so come on, go get dressed." you nodded your head. "i love you too."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ WANG YIXIANG
you were locked in your room all day.
you weren't even eating well or anything, in your mind you didn't have that kind of time to sacrifice.
and your boyfriend was on the other side of your wall, debating with himself on whether he should give you space or go to you.
and just when he was about to knock on your door, see if you were hungry or wanted a break, he heard you shakily sigh. a curse following right after.
he finally went in, seeing you with your back hunched over your desk and your palms pressing into your eyes.
"y/n?" your throat felt so dry at the sound of his voice, "y/n, babe, are you okay..?" you turned around in your chair, your eyes red. and if that was from the tears gathering in them or the lack of sleep, you didn't know.
you shook your head, "god, nico, I just have so much. and I feel like I'm not even close to finishing." you said, your voice cracked at the last word.
wordlessly, he walked over to you, grabbing you by your forearm to stand up in front of him. and he wrapped his arms around you, placing one on the back of your head as he felt your arms go around him.
he could feel the wet tears hitting his shoulder, his heart breaking at it. your occasional shaky breaths did nothing but hurt him more.
"I know, baby. but I want you to know I'm right here, I'm always gonna be right here if you ever wanna talk or take a break." he pulls away from you for a second, looking into your eyes as he places one of his hands on your cheek, cradling your face. "don't let your work kill you. it's not worth ruining yourself over. and we can find you a tutor if you want, hm?"
you wiped your eyes, sniffling. "okay."
he smiles at you, not one of joy or sadness. just one full of love.
"I love you, y/n. you're the strongest person I know." he pressed a kiss to your nose, teasing you.
you laughed softly. "thank you, nicho." you leaned in to press your own lips against his. "I love you too."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ BYUN EUIJOO
euijoo had offered to help you study with a class that you were struggling with. and so, in desperation, you agreed.
the two of you were sitting doing the same kind of problems for the past forty minutes. every single time you thought you finally understood, ej would point out something that you missed.
you were getting sick of it all. you felt so stupid in front of him. getting it wrong every time while he just breezed through it.
and now, once again, you got another practice problem wrong.
you huffed out, dropping your pencil on the table.
"I can't keep doing this, euijoo. this is ridiculous." he shook his head at your words.
"you're getting better, sweetheart. really. you just need a bit more practice." you rolled your eyes. "no, euijoo. i'm just gonna take the F at this point."
he reached a hand over to the table, grabbing yours. "one more. please? and if you still don't get it we'll take a break and get back to it another day." you sighed, nodding your head.
and so after he pointed out your last mistake, and you corrected it he gave you the last question.
you slid your paper over to him, waiting to hear a so close, you just missed one thing. but instead, you heard something different.
"you got it!" your eyes widened, "what?" he smiled at you as he nodded his head. "see I told you, I knew you could do it." he pulled your chair closer to his, pulling you for a hug.
you smiled back, still in disbelief.
"thank you, baby. thank you so much." he blushed at your words, shrugging his shoulders, "it was all you, honey."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ NAKAKITA YUMA
you were cooped up in your room all day. yuma felt like he hadn't seen you in ages, and so of course he wanted to go and bother you.
yuma thought you were probably just tired. he had no idea that you were doing piles of homework and studying. especially considering how, as soon as he arrived at the apartment, you simply greeted him and said, "I'll be out soon, don't come in."
it's only been two hours since then.
without even knocking, he walks into the room, finding you on your bed sat against the headboard with your laptop in your lap.
"wow, y/n. ditching me for some youtube?" he teased, walking over to where you were and pushed your laptop screen shut.
"yuma!" you yelled out, swatting his hand away. "yuma, I swear to god if my work wasn't saved I'm gonna kill you." yuma furrowed his eyebrows. "you were doing homework?"
you opened your laptop, seeing that it did an automatic restart.
"yuma, what the hell is wrong with you? I've been working on that all day!" yuma's hand goes to scratch the back of his neck. "m-maybe it's not gone!"
you breathed out heavily through your nose. "Yuma, just go outside. I told you I'll be out when I'm done." he nodded his head, avoiding your eyes. "I'm sorry.." he whispered, quiet enough that had missed it.
it was an hour and a half later when you came out of your room, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
you were just about to tell your boyfriend that you finished when you saw him asleep on the couch with a bakery box of sweets from your favorite bakery.
now you feel like shit. you yelled at him, kicked him out and never apologized even when he's been waiting for you all day.
you quietly walked over to where yuma was lying asleep on the couch.
"yuma..." you tapped his shoulder. "yuma," you brought a hand up to brush the hairs away from his face.
"mmm." he groaned, opening his eyes to see you.
you swallowed. "yuma, I'm so sorry." you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you. I was just stressed out with school work and-" he brought his bigger hand over to lay on yours. "'s okay," he said, voice a bit heavy. "It's my fault, really."
"I should've known you were doing homework and not have messed with you." his cheeks were dusted a pretty shade of pink.
before you could speak another word, he sat up. "I was waiting for you to finish so we can chill out. y'know get your mind off the work."
you nodded your head, "I'd love that."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ASAKURA JO
you were taking night classes, your least favorite.
you got home late, didn't have much time to clean up or eat or even do your work. and you just wanted the ground to swallow you up as your professor went on and on about the subject.
now, technically, you can just get up and leave. but, you didn't pay for this semester for nothing.
you were dozing off a bit in class when you got a text from your boyfriend.
white rice 😋🤍: I'm gonna pick you up after class today, so see you soon! love you.
you couldn't help but smile at your phone, glad that after a two hour lecture, the first thing you'd see was jo.
you: okayy, love you too!! <33
and now finally, you were done.
you walked outside and saw your boyfriend sitting on a bench.
you walked up to behind him, placing your arms around his shoulders as you press a kiss right on his head.
"honey?" he asked, confusion in his voice. "mm, no. I'm a random woman kissing another girls boyfriend." you teased.
even under the campus lights, you could see your boyfriend's ears turn a light shade of pink.
he cleared his throat, "so, i-i know how you're probably tired right now and stuff...but um, I thought it'd be nice to go on a night walk together. clear our minds, you know?" your heart literally melted on the spot.
your knees? jelly.
all because of your adorable boyfriend.
you nodded your head, giving a kiss on the lips this time.
"of course, I'd love that, baby." you linked your hand with his. "thank you, for always thinking of me."
he tried his best to hide his smile. "its natural for me, y/n. almost like breathing."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ SHIGETA HARUA
what are the odds that you missed your boyfriend's arrival back in japan.
you had promised to meet him at their dorm, you planned a huge surprise and everything.
only for it all to go down the drain.
you forgot.
you were so caught up with your own work and constant studying that you didn't even realize the date came closer than expected.
you were stuck in your room after school. doing your best to finish up as much as you can.
so when you suddenly got a text from taki, you were confused.
taki 🐣: yo, are you gonna be here soon? your bfs acting weird.
you: ??? i cant just spawn in korea
taki 🐣: we landed back here like four hours ago...
with wide eyes, you quickly pulled up the date on your phone.
fuck.
harua did just land.
you rushed out of your room, making sure you look at least put together and threw your shoes on.
you rushed to a nearby cafe that you and harua loved, getting his favorite.
knock knock.
you'd made it over to their dorm about twenty minutes after taki texted you.
nicholas was the one that opened the door for you, offering you a small smile and stepped to the side for you to walk in.
you didn't even need to ask, you knew where harua would be.
you knocked on the door gently before entering his room, pushing the door to see him lying down. back facing you.
you walked over to him, kneeling on the floor beside the bed as you put a hand in his hair. "rua...?" you called out for him hesitantly.
you heard him let out a breath through his nose, turning over as he faced you.
with a strained smile, you grabbed his hand. "harua, I'm so sorry, honey." you brought his hand up to your lips, "I lost track of time, I didn't mean to." he shakes his head, sitting up now. "i-i get it, but I still wish you were the first face I saw.."
that just made you feel like the biggest jerk in the whole world.
you couldn't hold it anymore, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.
"never again. okay?" he nods his head, "never again." he mirrors your words.
"what do you say, you wanna go to my place and relax?" finally, he smiled. "I'd love that."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ TAKAYAMA RIKI
you had put your phone on silent.
telling yourself you were going to completely put your focus on studying.
you went into your room and left your phone in the kitchen.
now, your boyfriend didn't know this.
he didn't know you had lots of work and he didn't know you put your phone on do not disturb.
for past few days, you and taki had exchanged small texts and check-ins with each other. phone calls barely go on for more than twenty minutes.
the last time he saw you was when you two went on a date. and he thought it went well.
so to not hear from you properly was worrying him.
were you mad at him? did he do something? did you hear something about him?
everything bad was going through his mind.
he decided today he was going to make it up to you. he couldn't take not seeing you anymore.
you were his person. his love.
he bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers and made his way to your house.
it took a few knocks from him for you to finally open the door.
he was freaking out on the inside, his entire plan going out the window as soon as he saw your face.
"taki?" he cleared his throat, swallowing a lump he didn't even know was there.
"y/n, I'm really sorry." he extended his hands out, giving you the flowers. "I d-don't really know what happened but i'll make it up to you. I really hate it when we don't talk."
his voice got quieter at the end as he blinked rapidly.
he didn't even know why he started tearing up, he just did.
your heart ached for him. did you make him think he did something wrong?
you took the flowers from him, placing them down on the cabinet you had near the front door.
you shook your head, "no, baby." you pulled him into your arms, "you didn't do anything, I know you wouldn't even do anything to me." he tucked his head into your shoulder as he sniffled, nodding his head.
"I thought you were upset with me." you softly laughed at his statement. not to make fun of him, but out of his adorableness.
"never. I just had so much to do." he lifted his head, "why weren't you answering my texts and calls?"
okay, now it all made sense.
"I'm so sorry. I should've told you. I just left my phone on silent so I didn't get distracted."
he nodded his head, his expression suddenly becoming shy.
"I just feel like a kid now." he laughs at himself. "can't believe I got upset over that." you cooed at him, he was just too cute.
"no! noo, it's fine. I would've done the same. if anything I would've been more dramatic."
he grabs your hands in his, playing with your fingers.
"do you still have more work?" biting your lip, you nodded your head. "but you could stay with me. as long as you promise to not mess around."
he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head so fast. "and after, we could take a walk? if it's not too late.." he offered.
you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "that's sounds perfect. I'd love to clear my head after it all."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ HIROTA RIKI
maki knew how stressed you'd been this past week.
and so, with his only free day he decided to do something for you.
you and maki are both big foodies, you guys are down to try any kind of food. to an extent, of course though.
he made sure you never left your room for the afternoon, getting started on the surprise lunch.
it was a bit tough, but he was determined to do it.
probably about an hour later, maki managed to drag you out of your room.
he sat you down at the dinner table and told you to close your eyes.
confused, you hesitantly lifted your hands up to cover your eyes.
you smelled the food before you saw it, your mouth watering at it all.
"okay! open."
you gasped when you saw the plate in front of you. "maki, you actually made this?" he nodded his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"I know how stressed out you've been...so I wanted to take a few minutes to just sit down with you." you couldn't help the big smile that came onto your face.
you leaned over the table, giving maki a quick kiss on his lips.
you pick up your spoon and dig into the food, tasting it.
your eyes practically sparkled. "maki this is amazing!" he had a shy smile on his face, scratching the back of his neck.
Kei isn't the type to shower you with physical affection. He would kiss and hug you occasionally or when you'd meet. So, when he randomly kissed you, without warning or reason, you got caught off guard and maybe your heart stopped for a few seconds.
you were in his house chilling, casually. you both were on your phones. you accidentally caught a glimpse of his lock screen. it was a picture of you and him, eating ice cream on Valentines day.
"aww that's us" you say rolling beside him. "yeah how cute" he replied sarcastically pretending not to care but, the blush on his cheeks said otherwise.
"never knew Tsukki could be such a simp" you teased. "truly loving someone doesn't make me a simp, no?" he replied.
you suddenly felt yourself falling deeper, your heart rate increasing.
he turns towards you, smirking, knowing well of the effect he had on you. "shut up" you huffed. "it's usually me saying that" he replied, smirking bigger.
"so how was practice today?" you tried to change the topic. "ehh alright. I hurt my fingers again" he complained holding up his hand, inspecting them. you took his palm and placed a small kiss on the back.
out of the blue, he looks straight into you, a few seconds feel like minutes, he leans in. lips together as if they were conjoint. you were startled. Kei Tsukishima kissed you, without warning. was this even him?
after what felt like you were on Cloud 9, your lips parted. "I just realized I should kiss you more often." he admitted.
your mind replayed the same scene for the rest of the day and in the dark of the night, all in the back of your mind.
I loved the recent one you made with the Hinata's foreigner cousin thing! Honestly, it made me think about something. Tsukishima's first name is Kei right? And I'm bengali and in the Bangla language, the word 'kei' LITERALLY means 'who?'. So Tsukki's entire name is a QUESTION. It would be so funny to see Tsukishima get to know about this like Yes Tsukki, your entire identity is a question. I loved all of Hinata's interventions btw it was so funny oml I was laughing so hard my dad thought I was crying. I talk too much. Anyways, hope you have a great day ahead of you!
i’m glad you enjoyed it! you gave me such a great idea, i hope it's good enough (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹
synopsis: tsukishima kei finds out that in bangla, his name literally means who? — and unfortunately for him, the entire team refuses to let it go.
tsukishima kei x f!reader
category: fluff fluff fluff!!
okay, the jokes might be lame. pls forgive me.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you hadn’t even meant to cause chaos.
it was just one of those lazy afternoons after practice, everyone sprawled out across the gym floor in varying states of exhaustion. hinata was dramatically claiming his arms were “actually broken,” kageyama was yelling at him to stop being so dramatic, daichi and sugawara were trying to negotiate whether to order ramen or karaage, and yamaguchi was lying face-down on the floor like he’d just accepted death.
you, being the new manager-slash-exchange student, who had traveled a lot because of your family, were just kind of vibing. you liked moments like these, quiet and chaotic at the same time, where you felt like you fit right in.
so, naturally, your brain decided it was the perfect time to share a random fun fact.
“oh,” you said casually, stretching your arms over your head, “by the way, did you guys know that in bangla, ‘kei’ literally means who?”
you meant it in the oh haha language is funny kind of way. the “haha cool coincidence” kind of way.
but the reaction was instant and catastrophic.
hinata froze mid-whine, staring at you like you’d just announced the discovery of fire. then, very slowly, his face crumpled.
and he exploded.
a wheeze so loud it echoed off the gym walls tore out of him. he bent double, slapping his knee, tears immediately streaming down his face. “TSUKISHIMA—” he shrieked between gasps, “YOUR NAME IS— IS JUST— WHO???”
“what—” tsukishima blinked, deadpan but with the faintest twitch in his jaw.
“kei means who,” hinata managed to get out, collapsing onto the floor. “so if someone’s like, ‘who are you?’ they’re literally saying your NAME—WHO ARE YOU??? WHO!!!”
“shut. up.” tsukishima’s voice was tight, his ears already going red.
but it was too late.
yamaguchi’s head shot up from the floor, eyes wide, and then he burst out laughing so hard he had to roll onto his side. “tsukki—tsukki you’re literally a walking question mark—oh my god—”
sugawara clapped his hands together like christmas had come early. “so technically,” he said, grinning, “his parents named him an existential crisis.”
daichi covered his mouth, failing to hide his chuckle. “who am i?” he mused out loud. “kei.”
kageyama tilted his head, still processing. “…so if i ask, ‘who are you?’ in bangla, am i just saying… tumi. . . kei?”
“YES,” you said, laughing so hard you could barely breathe.
“oh this is amazing,” hinata wailed, rolling back and forth on the floor like a child. “kei-tsukishima! who-tsukishima!”
“STOP—” tsukishima finally snapped, his face scarlet now, glaring at you like this was personally your fault. “why would you even—”
“i was just sharing a fun fact!” you said, hands raised in surrender, but you couldn’t help the giggles bubbling up. “i didn’t know it would destroy you.”
“destroy me—” tsukishima scoffed, standing up and stalking toward his water bottle like he wasn’t two seconds from combusting. “you’re all idiots.”
but the damage was done.
from that moment on, it became a running gag.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
practice the next day:
“who’s serving next?” daichi asked.
“kei,” sugawara answered innocently, before smirking. “haha. get it?”
hinata nearly fell over laughing again.
tsukishima nearly murdered him with a volleyball.
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two days later, kageyama accidentally shouted across the court, “WHO’S GOT BALL??”
and before anyone else could respond, hinata yelled, “KEI!!!”
tsukishima physically lunged at him.
rest in piss, hinata shōyō.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
but the real problem was you.
because tsukishima couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed when it came from you.
you’d say things like, “who’s carrying the water bottles today? oh right, kei,” with that little mischievous smile, and his stomach would do that awful annoying flip thing.
you’d lean over during breaks and whisper, “who?” just to see the vein in his forehead twitch, and it would make him want to bury himself six feet under.
and he hated it. he hated how much he didn’t hate it. in fact, he loved it since your attention is on him.
the truth was, tsukishima had been fighting a crush on you since the day you’d joined the team. you were too bright, too funny, too good at weaving yourself into their chaos without even trying. and the way you laughed? god, it made his chest ache.
he thought he was subtle about it. he wasn’t—yamaguchi definitely knew.
but now? now he had to sit through you, of all people, weaponizing linguistics against him.
unfair. completely unfair.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
one afternoon, after yet another round of hinata screeching “WHO?? KEI!!” across the gym, you found tsukishima sulking on the bench, arms crossed, glaring at the floor like it had personally wronged him.
you plopped down beside him, swinging your legs. “you okay, mystery boy?”
he groaned. “don’t.”
“c’mon, it’s funny.” you nudged his shoulder gently. “i mean… your name is literally a question. how many people can say that?”
“it’s not funny.”
“it’s so funny.” you grinned, leaning closer. “and kinda cute.”
his head whipped toward you so fast you thought he’d give himself whiplash. “what—”
you shrugged, looking all nonchalant even though your heart was hammering. “just saying. i like questions. makes people interesting.”
tsukishima froze, ears going bright red. his brain short-circuited so violently he could barely muster a “shut up.”
but you only giggled, poking his arm. “don’t worry, mystery boy. you’ll always be my favorite question.”
and that’s when yamaguchi, who had been passing by, loudly whispered, “OH MY GOD,” before sprinting away to tell the others.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
by the end of the week, the team had fully embraced the bit.
sugawara had started calling roll during stretches: “hinata!”
“here!”
“kageyama!”
“here!”
“who?”
“…kei,” tsukishima growled.
hinata snorted so hard he fell over.
but despite the relentless teasing, tsukishima caught himself almost… not minding. not when it made you laugh so hard your eyes crinkled. not when you leaned against him during breaks, whispering “who?” in his ear just to see him flinch.
he hated that he liked it. he hated that he liked you this much.
and when you smiled at him, soft and genuine, after practice one day, saying, “thanks for letting me make fun of you. you’re a good sport, kei,” his chest felt too tight, his hands too clammy, and all he could manage was a muttered, “whatever.”
but later, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, all he could think was:
she called me kei. not tsukishima. not who. just… kei. ohhh oh, i’m gonna go insane.
and for the first time, the question didn’t feel so bad.
and maybe it didn’t matter that his name meant who, because to you, he’d make sure the answer would only ever be him.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a/n: aren't i just the coolest? anyway, there's another tsukipoo fic later, i haven't finished it.
summary: headcannons of kage and tsuki developing a crush on u! Except they’re princes may be a part 2 later LOL I spent too much time on writing their character instead of the actual crush
tags: gender neutral reader, royalty!au, she falls first and he falls even harder trope & enemies to lovers trope
—KEI TSUKISHIMA
Tsukishima is a prince who likes to show off and one-up everyone, whether it’s materialistic possessions, his acclaimed achievements or his line of available suitors. For his habit of showing off, most other princes of other kingdoms are not very fond of him, so most of the time, he’s left to his own thoughts. Though, despite all this, all he really wants is for his people to truly see him for who he is, not what he can do, or what he is.
During a stroll through the market, Kei’s ears perked of the vibrations of such an enchanting voice, reading out children’s fables and stories to the passerbys. Kei usually reprimanded the local poets and storytellers for causing a blockage in the market’s path, but this time, he sat on an empty wooden log and listened. His mind followed with the words and his head swayed to the rhymes and rhythm. Before he knew it, the moon had replaced the sun, the market shop keepers had packed up and gone home and the children went to go have supper.
“Excuse me, my prince, but I’m very much so gracious of you using your time to hear my craft!” With a grin occupying your face, you bowed before hurriedly leaving. Kei was left dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that such talent belonged to a person as divine as you. He wanted you to be by his side, and read him poems just for him. With a pleased mind, he made plans tonight to host a function at his palace and invite every poet or storyteller, just to see you again.
—KAGEYAMA TOBIO
Kageyama is a cold-hearted prince, who values power and wealth over the health and prosperity of his people. He has no regard for anyone’s feelings except his own and is willing to sacrifice anyone and anything in order to get what he wants. Some say it was because of the absence of his parents, or that no other kingdom was willing to make alliances with him. Even so, Tobio dismissed all of those rumours and continued his duties as prince.
You were just a measly maid at the palace, someone beneath him. He ordered you around to do mundane tasks or incredibly difficult tasks just to satisfy his ego. However, despite all this, you defended him against your gossiping co-workers.. Tobio can’t say for sure this made him fall in love with you, but it definitely did earn you some respect.
Although, what did make him fall head over heels for you, was when he was assigned you a task to mop and polish the ballroom floors by yourself. He was expecting an obedient nod and for you to hurry along, but you did the exact opposite. You screamed at him, something along the lines of it being unfair, being overworked and not ethnically correct. He didn’t listen to your words because he was so distracted that someone had even yelled at him. He just had to admit, your bravery made him feel weak at the knees. However, he isn’t the one to submit.
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Hinata Shoyo
Hinata is very loud and chattery especially when it comes to the topic of volleyball, But ever since the first time he met you he couldn't help but fluster every time you visibly beam at him whenever he's near. Of course because of this he is mostly near you all the time and it's for his selfish reason to stare at you as if he could see the little flowers floating around you.
Kageyama Tobio
I totally think this guy has acts of service for his love language. Anyways, imagine his reaction when you start doing things for him like wiping his sweat off, buying some milk from the vending machine, etc. He was very flustered from the feeling of being taken care of by someone/doing things for him. After that he got used to you just doing things for him which he deeply appreciates.
Tsukishima Kei
He really likes to rile you up, like hiding your things or annoying you just to see the cute expressions your face makes never fails to make him blush. He is also a very selfish person if he says so himself, so do expect him to be a bit possessive over you
Yamaguchi Tadashi
He definitely has a physical touch as his love language, Every time you do physical touch things like hugging him from behind or holding his hands and softly tracing the small veins on his hand makes him blush tons but the one thing that makes him go full on red like Kirishima's hair is when you touch his face and kiss his freckles. Since he got bullied because of his freckles, he just feels loved when you do it.
Yachi Hitoka
I'll be straight forward for this, She absolutely likes it when you call her nicknames that make her feel confident and pretty. She gets super shy and stutters sometimes and would mostly likely scold you to not call her that in public but would respond to it unconsciously every time. It makes her feel special when you call her those.
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Fluffy, 58/71 & 66, with tsukki! In the bedroom for longing
Prompts: Nervous kiss, sudden kiss, and desperate kiss
A/N: You're my first event ask anon! And I love the way your brain works. I'm just now realizing that this sounds kind of like the game Clue. Also, no pronouns were mentioned, so it's gender neutral!
Sorry for any errors, it's late where I am and this kind of got away from me, but I hope you like it!
"Are you almost done?" Kei asked, turning in his chair to look at you.
"Yeah, I just have one more quote and a paragraph to write," you replied, typing furiously on your laptop, glancing back at the book for the correct wording.
He hummed his acknowledgement, watching you work quietly.
You were sprawled across his bed, papers and your textbook spread out around you haphazardly, your hair in your face, and your lip between your teeth as you worked your way through a discussion question for one of your history classes.
The rush of fondness for the scene wasn't new, but it wasn't something Kei had noticed until recently.
He had been realizing a lot of things recently, with the end of his high school years coming up quickly and life decisions that he needed to make.
And, he had realized this stupidly late, that you were making the same decisions, and that they might take you far away from him.
You had never been far from him. You, Tadashi, and Kei had all gone to middle school together, you had gone to high school together, but now you were parting ways.
Kei wasn't worried about the distance, they had train systems for a reason, but he was worried about the work load. You had a tendency to work yourself into a panic, and you procrastinated for as long as possible if he let you.
He was worried that you would get buried and forget about him.
It had been a strange thing to realize; that he didn't want you to forget about him. He had always counted you among the people he could tolerate for more than two hours at a time, but he had never thought of anything past that.
He regretted that now.
Because he couldn't place the feeling in his chest every time he thought about you not calling him every night when you should've been sleeping.
He couldn't place the feeling of knowing that you would be on another campus dealing with university by yourself. Sure, he and Tadashi were only one phone call away, but life happened sometimes.
He wasn't worried about you making friends, some poor extrovert would adopt you, or you would end up adopting some introvert you found in one of your classes, but that didn't mean that he wasn't worried about you in general.
"Kei?" you asked, drawing him out of his thoughts. "What's with the face? You're making the face you made when Noya pulled those moldy pea pods out of his locker at school."
Kei's face twisted at the memory and he shuddered unconsciously.
You laughed as you cleaned up his bed, smoothing out the covers and putting your stuff back in your bag.
"Okay, well, I finished what I needed to, so I'll be headed out."
"But-"
Kei clamped his mouth shut, wondering where the protest had come from. He had been doing that a lot lately, blurting out random things that had you giving him a concerned look.
"Unless you want me to stay a little while longer," you said, sinking back down onto his bed. "Kei, what's that matter? You've been acting weird lately and you're kind of scaring me."
"We're graduating this year," he muttered, moving to sit next to you.
"Yeah, it makes me nauseous just thinking about it," you agreed, turning to get a better look at his face. "Are you just now realizing this?"
"No, but I think it's just starting to sink in. We won't be together anymore."
"Come on Kei, you know you can't get rid of me and Tadashi that easily."
"I know that," he assured you. "But . . . I won't be there to make sure you aren't wrecking yourself. I won't be a physical presence making sure that you're eating and doing your fucking homework."
Kei winced at how cheesy he sounded, but he had been trying to get better at showing his actual emotions around his friends.
"I think that might be a good thing," you whispered, suddenly toying with your hands in your lap.
Kei whipped his head around to look you directly in the eye.
"Don't take that the wrong way Kei," you said, fidgeting. "I just . . . I've always sort of relied on you to keep me in check. To make sure that I was taking care of myself but . . . I need to be able to do it myself. I think that not having you around is going to make me more responsible for myself. I think this is going to be a good experience for all of us."
Kei mulled over that for a moment before he sighed.
"You're right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be worried about you."
"Tadashi and I will be worried about you too, Kei, it's what friends do."
Kei winced at the word friends, but you either didn't notice or ignored it.
"Kei, short of some weird 'your partner doesn't like me and you choose them over us' thing I don't think even death could make Tadashi and I stop being friends with you. So we might not see each other as much, but we'll make it work," you promised, taking his hand in yours for a moment. "Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, okay," he said, squeezing your hand.
"Good. I'm still gonna head out though," you told him, taking your hand back and standing from the bed.
He watched as you walked towards the door, and then everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
He was leaping up from the bed and catching you by the wrist.
What am I doing? he thought vaguely to himself, especially when you turned with a baffled look on your face.
Between one blink and the next, his lips are on yours, and he's pushing you back against the wall, and arm around your waist to keep you steady and a hand braced against your head so you didn't bang it against the wall.
What am I doing? he thought harshly, tilting his head so he could kiss you better, harder.
You dropped your bag to the floor with a small thud, and he leaned back, the sound breaking him out of whatever spell he had just been put under.
His cheeks were hot, and now doubt a deep red, but he found he didn't really regret kissing you.
You were looking dazed, baffled, and a little breathless, though Kei suspected that he didn't look any better.
Kei was about to apologize, because there was some hurt emotion in your eyes, but you wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him.
Kei's had been sudden, then when he'd realized what he was doing, a little nervous.
Your kiss was just desperate, like you were trying to force your body into his through sheer willpower.
You were open to him like he had said the magic words.
There was that hurt, sad emotion left though, peeking through in your movements.
"Hey," he croaked, pulling away enough that he could talk. He spoke his next words against your lips, despite how much he feared your answer. "What's the matter?"
Instead of answering him, you pressed your lips against his, angling it differently this time, and Kei couldn't help but melt into you, arm tight around your waist, one hand in your hair.
Kei pulled away first again, leaning his forehead against yours as you both panted, trying to catch your breaths.
"I . . . I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," you whispered. "It's not fair to either of us."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, brushing his nose against yours.
"We're about to graduate, I don't have any of my shit together, and you don't even care about me like that," you said, and Kei could already tell that you were ready to give him a fifteen point presentation if he didn't stop you.
He kissed you before you could keep talking, noting that- despite what you had just said- you didn't pull away from him or push him away.
"How do you know?" he asked. "How do you know that I don't care about you like that?"
"You've never even given me a hint, Kei," you told him, looking embarrassed and ashamed. "And I overthink literally everything."
"Maybe I just figured it out," he countered.
"Or maybe you're full of shit and had small psychotic break in which you kissed me like a man about to disappear."
Kei gave you an unimpressed look and you pinched his arm lightly.
"Shut up. I just got kissed by a guy that I've had a crush on forever, my brain shut down for a second."
Your eyes widened after a moment, as your brain processed what you had said, and you groaned, attempting to slide down the wall to hide.
"Nope," he grunted, propping you completely against the wall so you couldn't hide from what you had just said. "You said it, no taking it back now babe."
"Don't make fun of me, jackass, it just slipped out. I never would've said it otherwise," you muttered, looking away from him.
"Hey," he said softly, taking your chin in his hand, trying to get you to look at him. "Hey," he repeated, a little harsher this time, taking your entire face in his hands.
He pressed his lips to yours again for a moment, before he pulled back and said, "I do care about you like that, (Y/F/N). And what we feel for each other is so much more than a crush and you know it."
You were looking confused again, and he gave you a few moments to process what he was saying.
"R-Really?" you asked hesitantly.
"Moron, of course," he mused affectionately, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks.
"You're serious? This isn't something you're going to regret in the morning?"
"I doubt I'll ever regret kissing you, (Y/F/N)," he affirmed.
You blinked, once, then broke out into a smile that could rival the sun.
You threw your arms around him, laughing.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.
"I love you," he whispered, clutching to you.
"I love you too," you told him.
Things may have been changing, and things might have been shifting, but nothing in the world could keep him away from you.
