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121924. ❀ ₊˚⊹ HERSHEY’S KISSES

haikyuu 𝜗𝜚 tsukishima kei x fem!reader

you’ve had your fair share of experiences when it comes to relationships. yet for some reason, the one you have now, with a certain blonde who gives you love that’s tangible enough to feel its warmth flowing your skin— makes all your hair from your nape rise in an indescribable feeling. it’s a mix of apprehension, excitement, and an overwhelming desire to do something you have never done before.

or: 4 times you felt the urge to kiss him, and 1 time he acted upon it.

❀ MASTERLIST. PREV. IV. U CAN'T. NEXT

content 𝜗𝜚 2.7k wc. museum date. h*nd h*ld*ng. gut wrenching tension. tsukki is disgustingly and effortlessly handsome.

the date almost seems too good to be true.

you start your morning relatively productive, perhaps because you slept early, tucked yourself into bed, and let yourself grab a well-deserved rest from all the overthinking you’ve been doing. perhaps because of tsukishima kei, who’s always subtly punctual with you, or when he looks good in everything he wears, like he’s not even trying.

he’s leaning casually against a column, earbuds hanging loosely around his neck, posture as clean as ever. there’s not a bone of nervousness in him, a picture-perfect example of calm in any circumstance he’s in.

but up close, it’s different.

there’s a rosiness colouring his cheeks that almost looks natural. he twists and flexes his wrists when he’s trying to distract himself—from what, exactly? a knowing smirk curls up on your lips.

“stop staring,” he says dryly, which translates to, ‘i know what you’re thinking.’ but the way his gaze flicks to the ground betrays him.

“who’s staring?” you tease, feeling coy.

he doesn’t push you away when you edge into his space, though he does roll his eyes when you make a show of squinting dramatically at him. “what are you doing now?”

“just trying to figure out if you’re actually excited,” you reply with a bubbling laugh, poking his arm. “you’ve got this adorable pink thing going on—”

“would you stop that already?” he mutters, ducking his head as if that’ll save him from your relentless teasing. a payback of sorts. and you relish every twitch in the expression he makes.

the sound spills into the cool, crisp air around you. the faint scent of blooming flowers from the museum gardens mixes with the earthy tang of autumn, and you feel the moment settle in your chest like a warm ember.

you don’t miss the slight curve of his lips, though, or the way he subtly adjusts his glasses, buying himself a moment to retain his composure.

“ready?” he asks, shifting gears as you rummage through your bag, double-checking for your stuff.

when you nod, it takes you a second to register that as he lifts his hand, he’s actually offering it to you. your eyes flicking between his face and his hand, before he sighs dramatically, intertwining his hand with yours without a word and begins to walk.

there’s a shy smile slowly forming at the corner of your mouth, “you’re… unusually affectionate.”

he scoffs, a soft, dismissive sound, and holds on tighter. “we’re just going inside, not a battlefield.”

the words are typical tsukishima—and you can’t help but chuckle. can’t help but bask in the gust of wind brushing past, tousling your hair. the slight pressure he puts as he holds your hand, slowly filling the spaces between your fingers so casually.

you don’t do this on the daily—then again, today isn’t just any other day.

it’s special. in his own quiet way, your boyfriend’s been making that point all along.

inside the museum, the air is cooler; faint hums and murmurs of conversation amble within the space. you glance around at the towering exhibits, and though you try to be subtle about it, your focus keeps drifting back to him on your side.

you see his top swallowing his figure snugly, baggy in a way that’s comfortable. he wears a buttercream knitted sweater vest layered over a mustard yellow long-sleeve shirt, and the sleeves are neatly rolled up at the cuffs. with dark blue slim-fit jeans, slightly cuffed at the ankles, paired with brown leather loafers.

you’ve fully mastered the art of self-restraint; nobody can suspect from your relaxed expression that your insides are crying out to just nuzzle your face against his clothes and inhale every bit of his floral cologne. the thought could make you wheeze, though you’d look insane if you did.

you’re also unsure why the warmth that radiates off of him whenever he moves, like fixing his glasses, is directed to you. maybe because you’re close; even if divided by the clothing material, your skin still meets his. and most of his energy just simply lands on you, like a weighted blanket on a cozy evening.

you pause in front of a massive dinosaur skeleton, craning your neck to take in the sheer size of it. its towering frame almost scrapes the museum ceiling, sharp teeth glinting under the overhead lights. “imagine living in a world where this thing just… roams around,” you muse aloud.

“humans wouldn’t last a week,” he says flatly.

“speak for yourself,” you retort. “i’d probably tame it and ride it to work.”

amusement dances across his features, as he raises a brow, “you? tame a dinosaur?”

“don’t underestimate me,” you say, squinting at him dramatically. “i have hidden talents, you know.”

“like burning your leftovers?”

you feign offense, “hey. that never happened! only once.”

the exchange dissolves into quiet laughter as you both move on, his hand never leaving yours. weaving through the museum’s curated halls, one exhibit catches his eye—a sleek glass case displaying an ancient clay tablet.

he lingers, adjusting his glasses as he leans in to read the plaque.

“look at this,” he says, pointing to the intricate carvings etched into the clay. “it’s from mesopotamia. early cuneiform script.”

you capture each moment with your digital camera, taking candid pictures of your boyfriend who keeps his gaze forward, reading the plaques with a quiet intensity. always soaking in every detail without a word.

“what’s that look for?” he asks suddenly, catching you watching him.

“hm?” you tilt your head at him. “oh. nothing, you’re just...kind of a nerd.”

his voice drips with sarcasm, unimpressed. “you’re just figuring this out now?”

“no, of course not,” you chuckle. “…okay, maybe i’m finding it only adorable now.”

he acts exasperated as he heaves a sigh through his nose, but ultimately relents. “you just can’t stop saying weird shit, huh?”

“you love it though.”

he doesn’t answer, a smile dancing around his pretty lips.

there it is again.

‘not now’ you think to yourself, pausing to readjust your tight shoes. ‘it’s too early for this.’

you clear your throat. “what does it- what does it say?”

“it’s probably a receipt or something.”

“aw, and here i was hoping it was a love letter,” you grin as you nudge his side.

the faintest smirk tugs at his lips. “if you wanted one, you could’ve just asked.”

your laughter echoes softly through the exhibit, blending with the muted chatter of other visitors. as he steps back to give you space, your camera clicks again, capturing him mid-thought, his gaze focused and serene.

“…you look good,” you murmur suddenly, lowering your camera.

his head snaps toward you, startled. “what?”

“i said you look good,” you repeat, and this time, you can see the way his ears turn pink.

“...thank you,” he mutters, glancing down at his outfit, having the audacity to feel conscious and forget what he’s wearing. the audacity to look so pleasantly surprised.

the audacity to look so cute for you to soak and commit to memory.

when his gaze returns to you, though, it’s different—slightly softer, slightly bolder. his hand shifts to fix a stray strand of your hair, and he lets it linger for just a moment too long. eyes smoothly tracing you from top to bottom, feeling your palm sweat under his honed stare.

(you know what, this should be the one captured by every angle with a click. this should be sheltered in your camera that could last for eternity, immortalised. his eyes on you, engulfing you with a stare that makes you feel so wanted, even without saying it outright.)

he pinches your cheek and you hear the hushed way he says, “you’re going to kill me at some point.” he resumes his walk without a hitch, rendering you speechless.

(you want to kiss him so bad.)

the shokudo feels worlds apart from the quiet sophistication of the museum. it’s smaller, cozier, with soft yellow lighting that casts a warm glow across the wooden tables. the faint sound of clinking dishes and murmured conversations fill the space, merging seamlessly with the hum of the air conditioner.

the museum date stretches to lunch like clockwork. you manage to convince your boyfriend to take a stroll towards the bookshop you frequently visit later, despite the pile of books on your shelf that you haven’t finished yet. you might have to sort that out soon.

a server places steaming bowls of udon on your table, the savory aroma wafting through the air. the broth glistens, rich and golden, while thinly sliced scallions float on the surface like tiny green rafts.

tsukishima picks up his chopsticks with practiced ease, twirling the noodles once before taking a bite. you, on the other hand, pause to inhale the scent, your stomach growling in appreciation.

“i swear, this place gets better every time,” you say, breaking apart your chopsticks. “the broth smells amazing.”

he hums in agreement, swallowing before replying. “it’s the same as always. you’re just hungry.”

“rude,” you say, pouting as you take your first sip of the broth. the warmth spreads through your chest instantly, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips. “see? perfect.”

he rolls his eyes, half-smiling. for a moment, you’re knocked over by a sense of deja vu. his lips glinting against the light, tantalizing in a way that pulls your stare more strongly than ever. you gulp,. nervous.

his jaw relaxes as he slightly opens his mouth to slurp the noodles effortlessly, the steam curling up and casting a soft halo around his face. when he swallows, his adam’s apple bobs up against his throat. you forget your own food for a while.

you cringe at your behaviour. the realisation kicks you in the gut as the ache slowly creeps in, your nails digging crescent moons against your fingers.

you’ve never been this obsessed with any other person at all. there’s so much to learn about tsukishima kei still, so many things to trek through this relationship that was initially built upon unspoken affections; many sweet nothings that never seemed to sit right when uttered, too awkward for your liking. but you’re not sure if you can show it well, either. you’re not sure if he understands this growing part of you that longs to be closer to him. closer than anything you’ve had.

your eyes can only show it as he notices the way you stare at his lips, unflinching, even when his brows draw back in a silent question. waiting for you to say something.

you blink and look up, heart stuck to your throat.

“you have uh… a little under your lips.”

“what?”

tentatively, you snatch your handkerchief and swipe it against the lower half of his face, careful in the way you gently swipe your thumb across his chin, feeling the soft plush of his lips against the fabric. maybe it’s the steam of mist from the udon wafting, but you feel your cheeks heat up.

and if he sees it, this fear of being misjudged for how you’ve tipped into unfamiliar territory, that even as you’re together, or if you’ve been with other people before him, you still feel like this is a first. if he sees it, that you’re able to show how you can be so affectionate in many different ways, in many forms of sentiment, he doesn’t say anything.

“there.” you breathe out, pulling your hand back and redirecting your focus towards your food as you munch far more eager than intended. and if you think about the ghost of that simple touch for too long, it burns your skin and leaves you breathless and shivering, like a finger tracing the length of your spine.

he’s stunned for a minute before he scoffs to the side, and when you take a peek at his ears, you see them flushed pink. he mumbles faintly, something about how you should hurry up eating, before resuming his meal.

something bubbly forms in your throat, a quiet giggle, a soft sigh in having achieved such a minuscule thing.

that warm look of love stretches onwards; when you leave the shokudo, when you waste half the time on recounting the lore from your favorite book instead of buying the sequel, when you decide to spend the rest of the evening walking around the park with him, when silence hums in your chest and you’re holding hands and you feel like he’s your hallway crush all over again.

“can we uh, sit down for a sec?”

he grins a little, “are you sure you’re not just making excuses to not go home yet?”

you shove him with your elbow as you sit down on a nearby bench, massaging your feet, sore from all the walking—or perhaps from your shoes, which tsukishima has been eyeing for a while.

golden brown flickers to you briefly, then back at your shoes.

wordlessly, he kneels in front of you, hands reaching to take them off.

“oh-”

“you’ve been enduring this all day, you know these are too small for you already, why wear it?”

you’re going to lose it any moment now.

“it’s the only pair that matches my fit, kei,” you admit, hushed, a secret whisper of his name that he could only hear. the sky breathes in the night light without haste. his skin looks so much softer and tantalizing to caress.

he skims the edge of your knee-high sock with a featherlight touch, but you wonder why it sears. gaze sharp and almost reverent. he tugs the fabric down carefully, allowing it to unravel from your skin as if it’s something sacred.

he doesn’t look at you at first, too focused on the task at hand. then, just as the sock slips past your ankle, his gaze flickers up—golden brown catching the dim glow of the streetlights, unreadable yet steady.

you swallow.

“seriously, kei,” you murmur, voice barely above a whisper, “you don’t have to—”

“i know.” his voice is even, but its laced with something else, something that makes your breath hitch. his thumb brushes your ankle absentmindedly before he reaches for the other sock, starting the process all over again.

he finishes sliding off the second sock, folds it loosely with the other, and sets them gently beside your shoes.

you’re watching him, wide-eyed, heart beating somewhere between your throat and the stars above. the silence hums again, but this time it’s taut with something you can’t name. the hairs on your nape rise, buzzing in anticipation.

he stays kneeling for a moment longer, his hands resting lightly on your calves. then, his thumb brushes a slow, thoughtless circle against your skin.

“dramatic as always.”

“excuse me?”

“for your outfit,” he clarifies, gaze tilting up again, but not all the way to your face—his eyes are on… your lips? “you wore those torture devices just to match it.”

no shit. you want to swat his shoulder. to say something snarky. but all that comes out is a helpless (and hopeless) laugh.

“i wanted to look nice,” you say, and it’s softer than you mean it to be.

“for me?” he asks, and he says it like a joke, like a tease, though a tease shouldn’t sound like he’s genuinely touched. sets your heart racing.

“…you did,” he says, not a question this time.

wordlessly, you nod. that’s when you hear the quiver in his breath, like he’s been holding it the whole time.

you cup his chin and turn a little to the side.

kiss.

maybe on the cheek wouldn’t hurt. oh god.

“come on, it’s getting dark.” you finally stand up, feeling your knees wobble like ice cream ready to melt within seconds. “let’s go home.”

“yeah…” he stares up at you, awestruck, “let’s..”

when he rises to his feet, you don’t reach for his hand again, but you walk close—close enough that your shoulders graze. and neither of you says a word. the kiss, the socks, the world tilted slightly off-axis.

as you walk, he glances at you sideways. “so… what part of the outfit were you hoping i’d notice the most?”

you nearly trip over your own feet.

“i’m never dressing up again,” you mutter.

“good. your socks were offensive.”

you shove his shoulder. he doesn't stop smiling for the rest of the walk home.

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OMG IRI 😮😮

OMG I'VE MISSED U, HOW HAVE YOU BEEN????????????

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decay1ngstatic

. . . .

this is so funny because i REEK of jasmine and vanilla (<- as told by my peers). [link.]

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my real name gave me an omega but we don't count that

mayyhaps

putting my username bc both may and my real name gave me omega. and we all know that's wrong. Obviously. though my real name gave me a honey and steel scent... inch resting... vanilla and brown sugar is far too sweet a scent i think (i hate vanilla)

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ohkay…….ohkay….

npt; @3p1logu3 @kameyyy @earier @nanasrkives @vellichorira + anyone bc i can’t remember my moots rn

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oh fuck offff i am such an alpha 🙄

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BOY THE FAWK

npc @tiramizuloz @cr4yolaas and anyone else

tiramizuloz

im so alpha AWOOO🙈💔💔💔

memories

I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @tiramizuloz is a good person and deserves many good things.

siyvne

@tiramizuloz highkey agree!!!!!

tiramizuloz

I LOVE U!!

bites u in half hi moninini

BITES YOU AND EATS U WHOLE.

hello DEAR POOKIE SHOOKIE

how are you!!!!!

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heartmaddie

parfum d'étoiles | k.akaashi

chapter seventeen; jonny

shorter chapters because the next couple will be dense

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MOANA <333 happy valentine's day <33

some cakes for you <33 luv u loads, twisha <3

IM SO LATE BUT I SAW THIS JUST NOW BUT THANK YOU AND HAPPY (LATE) VALENTINE'S DAY TO YOU AS WELL🫶🫶

i love you!!! AND THE CAKES ARE SO US💗💗💗

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MONINEIENEIEYEUEUEUEUEI SWINGS U BY UR ARM

RIEEEEE OMG I MISSED YOU, HRU!!!

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I don’t want to break up | T. Kageyama

synopsis; he didn’t mean it when he said he wanted to break up, and now he’s showing up out of nowhere to apologise

word count; 718 + 3 smau

warnings; hurt/comfort, no prns used, breaking up, apologising, first time writing kageyama so probably ooc.

The dingy clouds hovering over the crestfallen sky released threads of despondent blue that collided with the wet—almost muddy ground.

The earth was thick with the earthy scent of petrichor and damp soil. It wasn’t your lucky day, quite the opposite. The rain collides with your skin, sending a shot of shivers up your arm. Wet clothes clung to your figure like your own skin, accentuating the smallest of curves and lines, making you feel almost naked. And it clearly did nothing to shield you from the soaring wind.

You cursed your luck as you took cautious steps, not wanting to end up in a puddle filled with nature’s secrets. It was hard to see. The small droplets of rain stuck to your lashes, obscuring your vision.

It was quiet, set aside the piercing sound of the rain. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to him. How is he? Is he doing okay? Does he regret it? Did he find someone else?

What about the sweet kisses you shared? The way his calloused hand fit yours perfectly? The soft sighs he let out every time he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

Your cautious steps turned to almost enraged ones. With every step, you felt like you wanted to scream. Scream and cry and yell and beg him to come back. A life without him seemed unreal. A life without him seemed impossible.

You were so focused that you didn’t even realise you’d bumped into someone’s chest. Someone’s toned chest, sending you a step or two back, but your wrist was gripped to prevent any further stumbling with a familiar hand. An awfully familiar hand.

“Sorry I—“ You look up to apologise, but the words refused to come out after that. Your eyes dampen and a feeling of suffocation clogged your throat to the brim as you stared into his eyes.

He looked like he didn’t sleep a twink for the last 2 weeks. Ink black strands of hair fell into a cascade of disorder, laying astray in many different directions you didn’t even know exist. Eyes almost bloodshot, outlined by a red rimming that you wanted to kiss so badly. They were slightly swollen and tinged with a delicate hint of pink. You almost threw your heart up.

Your throat went dry. Your hands were trembling. Was it with need? With anger? With hurt? That you couldn’t tell. You did miss him though, there is no denying that. But like wise, you could tell his hands were trembling. And you wanted to cradle them in your own and kiss them, whispering words of comfort until the tremors cease to exist— to tell him it’s going to be okay. But you didn’t.

“I’m…I’m sorry…” his gaze shifted away, unable to meet yours. A faint hue of red painted his pale cheeks and flushed the tips of his ears.

You furrowed your brows, lips slightly parting in confusion. His long fingers—the ones that were gripping on your wrist a few moments ago covertly slid into the palm of your hand instead, seeking refuge within it

He began fidgeting with your fingers, a subtle dance of his fingers against yours, a silent conversation in touch. The tremble was as evident as ever.

“I don’t…I don’t want us to break up,” he muttered—almost whispered. His voice carried a tinge of distress from within, his gaze still not able to meet yours.

His hand switched from fidgeting with your fingers to intertwining with them, the callousness of his finger tips apparent as he traced nervous shapes on the back of your knuckles.

It was a natural reflex, the way your hand let go to cup his cheeks, caressed them slightly, tracing the delicate pink under his eyes, then pulled him into a desperate kiss.

His lips against yours—the way they tasted, salty with anxiety and sweet with desperate need—he didn’t hesitate to kiss back for a split second. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

It wasn’t the first time Kageyama did this—and it certainly won’t be the last time. It will take some time for him to reprogram himself, that you knew. But what you also knew was that you’ll always be there for him—you’ll always be the home he will find solace in, and for that, he counted his lucky stars.

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what color is your aura?

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thank you, hea & eden ! this was so cute !

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thank you for the tag ml 🤍

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thank you for the tag, lovely!! 💚💚

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thank yew cas for the tag!!!

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🤞🏽🟣 PURPLE

anyway thank u rue for the tag, today i found out we’re tje same person!

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thanks for the tag cal !! ♡

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ree we’re twinning!!

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