untitled (will be titled later)
high school au, gn!reader, reader has a boyfriend, kageyama x reader, tsukishima x reader, not proofread, self-indulgent, no smut | 969 words
“hey, tsukishima,” you wave at him, hanging your schoolbag on your chair next to him as you start to unpack for the school day at karasuno. he mutters a “hey” back, taking off his headphones right as the first morning bell rings. you receive a notification buzz from your phone, so you quietly try to check it before the teacher finds out.
it's not anything really, just your boyfriend.
“i hate to say this but i might need to cancel our date tonight. my sensei just told me i had a test tomorrow and i need to cram.”
you know you can't do much about it. to you, it's an obvious lie from him. your boyfriend doesn't study. he's pulled this excuse multiple times before, but you really can't do anything except sigh and try to reschedule, only for the next to get cancelled again. when will he ever just come clean?
closing your phone and putting back in your bag, you slump onto your desk, resting your chin on your arms as you mindlessly read the agenda on the chalkboard. next to you, you hear tsukishima scoff under his breath.
“he ditched you again? which excuse was it this time?” he says, propping his elbow up. you turn your head to look at him and sigh.
“exam.” quoting with your fingers, rolling your eyes. “there’s literally no exams after midterms. i don’t know what he’s talking about.”
tsukishima laughs. “seriously?”
“right? like, you can just say you want to hang out with your friends, there’s no reason to-”
“tsukishima? [name]? anything you’d like to share with the class?” your teacher announces. both of you look up at her, while the rest of the class are staring at the two of you. tsukishima coughs, looking away.
“um, no,” you apologize, bowing your head. “i’m sorry kanedo-sensei.” your teacher replies, then faces back to the board. you look at tsukishima, who’s back to looking at the board as well. sighing, you go back to paying attention to the class.
“you should just break up.”
“huh?” you hear tsukishima mutter something, turning your head to face him. “what did you say?”
“…nothing. focus before he calls us out again.” tsukishima eyes you, still facing the board. you roll your eyes again, mumbling about how he never tells you anything.
you fidget in your seat, eyeing the clock as if it’ll run away if you don’t. the last bell was seconds away, but your teacher just had to keep you guys until the bell.
“kanedo-sensei is pissing me off,” you grumble to tsukishima, who’s already packing up his books. “there’s no point in keeping us here.” he mutters an approval.
as soon as the bell rang, you sprang out of your seat, cleaning up your books and stationery at quite the speed of light. tsukishima stares.
“why are you so quick today,” he asks. you look up at him, who’s already done. you scoff.
“i’m the one that’s too quick?” you motion between the difference between the two. “anyways, i have a classmate that needs tutoring. yachi transferred him over to me. and i supposedly had a date tonight, so i made the session earlier. and now i have to run to this guy’s house.” you stuff everything into your bag before running out the classroom door. “cya tomorrow, tsukishima!”
tsukishima slowly pushed in his chair, not even looking at where you left. who does yachi even tutor?
yamaguchi met him in the hallways.
“what’s up? you look a bit more annoyed than normal,” he asks tsukishima.
“it’s nothing.” tsukishima grits out, rubbing his temples.
“i could obviously do better than that guy.”
after running like a maniac, reaching the house that your student was in, you paused outside the front door. you put your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. the front door peers open, and you look up.
it’s a guy you’ve seen around in the hallways. what was his name? tsukishima had mentioned him before. black hair, dark blue eyes… was he also on the volleyball team?
after a long pause of eye contact between you two, he coughs, and you immediately straighten up.
“i-i’m sorry for being a bit late, my class was let out late,” you apologize. the guy blinks.
“huh?” he cocks his head to the side. “you said 4:30 PM. it’s only 3:30.” now it’s you blinking. (guys pls pretend he didn’t go to practice today)
“oh.” you cough. “i’m terribly sorry, i can leave now if you want, i’ll just come back later…” you back up, bowing.
he opens the door. “no, i mean, it’s fine, you can come in,” he sputters. “i have nothing to do before. we can start earlier. i just need to shower.”
“oh, um,” you say. a bit frozen, you gain your consciousness back, walking slowly towards the door. “thank you.” you enter his house.
it’s a nice home, to be honest. everything’s clean, but somehow feels a bit empty.
“you can come in my room, i don’t really have a lot of places outside of that for studying,” he mutters, walking to his room. you follow him, looking around as he leads to his room.
you enter his bedroom. it’s extremely clean. except for his books. his bed is cleanly put together, but on his desk, it’s a horrible mess. books upon books, but not a single thing actually open. you sigh. clean but can’t study. the best pairing ever.
“well, i, uh,” he clears his throat. “i’m gonna go and, um, shower, if that’s like, okay with you,” he says, looking away.
you blink. “oh, yeah, sure, go ahead.” the awkward silence between you two only made it worse to be here. he starts walking out. you catch him right before he leaves. “oh, wait, what was your name again?”
he turns around, looking back from the door.
ive been needing this in my veins for a while im so glad it’s out now
ANYWAYS what should i name this !! comment down below
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origamiaround
gummygunk
dededos
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