SYNOPSIS kei wants you with him even when he’s in brazil, so naturally he makes sure you catch the next flight out.
apart of my 𝒪𝒞𝐸𝒜𝒩 𝐵𝐿𝒰𝐸𝒮 & 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𓇼event
tsukishima left for brazil two days ago, along with his former highschool teammates hinata and kageyama.
they’d been planning the trip for a few weeks prior, what places to visit, where they’d stay, and all that stuff.
and being the most thoughtful girlfriend ever, you helped them with all of it. the two that aren’t tsukishima knowing very little about itineraries and how to book flights.
even if you aren’t coming along, tsukishima was brooding with irritation at how clueless they were with everything. so it couldn’t hurt to help.
anyhow, everything went smoothly, no issues with their flight or their hotel booking, thankfully.
it’s a twelve hour time difference with japan, so when you’ve just woken up, he’s already sitting somewhere for dinner.
there’s around a three hour window when you’re both awake, and the time isn’t too weird. so those are the hours you two text or call.
but he’s not always available, since he gets dragged everywhere by a certain ginger, causing him to nearly drop his phone out of his hands everytime.
it’s seven in the morning for you, which is earlier than you typically wake up, but whatever.
that means it’s the evening for him, probably getting ready to go out for dinner.
kei <3: hi, it’s early. why are you up at this hour
y/n: it’s 7 am, pretty normal time to wake up
kei <3: not for you, you’re always up later
y/n: so? first thing i do when i wake up is text you, and you give me this treatment
y/n: anyhow, how’s everything with you ☺️
kei <3: fine, we’re going out for dinner in a few
y/n: a dinner date without me huh, i see how it is
you leave him on delivered after that, ignoring the flood of messages that he’s sending you, choosing to get ready for your day.
he knows you’re joking when you sent that, but something in him takes it seriously.
you joining them wouldn’t be a bad idea at all, you’re pretty well acquainted with hinata and kageyama, so how about you also come?
he misses you, alot. not that he’ll flat out tell you, or even admit it to yourself, but he misses your presence.
even if it’s only been two days without you, he misses being able to reach for you in his sleep, he misses the pecks you’d give him on his face out of the blue, even if he claims he hates them.
he wants to walk hand in hand with you through the lively streets of rio, he wants to scurry through the markets for fresh fruit with you, he wants to take pictures of you when you’re not looking, and set them as his wallpaper.
and that’s why he’s buying you a plane ticket right this moment, for a flight that leaves tonight.
he’s calling you immediately to let you know, but it’s not like you have a choice anyway.
you’re in the middle of sipping your coffee, when your phone starts to ring.
you jolt, nearly spilling the coffee all over your lap, but you steady yourself the last second.
‘kei?’ ‘i bought you a plane ticket for tonight, i’ll send it to you.’ you nearly spit out your coffee, but you swallow it and half choke on it instead.
‘you what?!’ you practically yell at him, and he physically pulls away from his phone at the loud voice coming out of the device.
‘don’t overpack, i’ll transfer money for your train ticket.’ before you can ask again, what the hell he’s done, he hangs up on you. leaving you with too many unanswered questions.
then, you get a message with all the details.
the flight leaves at ten p.m, which means you should arrive at the airport around eight, and you’ll have to be at the train station at around three. which gives you enough time to prepare everything but your mental state.
it’s insanely spontaneous, not thinking you’d be catching a flight at the end of the day, but hey, that’s how life goes sometimes.
you’ll give him an earful about it when you’re actually there with him, but you don’t have any complaints about going to brazil, i mean who wouldn’t want to go there.
it’s sunshine, sea breeze, cheap bikini’s and everything else.
and to experience that all with your boyfriend, is just a dream in itself, except it’s become reality now.
it would’ve been even perfecter if there weren’t two additional.. guys, there. but you can’t have everything now can you.
but now, it’s time to stress yourself out to the maximum with packing.
packing your suitcase has never been, and never will be an easy task.
you have too many cute clothes to wear, and too little opportunity to wear them all.
there’s no one you could ask for advice, since all your friends are either working or at school, and kei really isn’t someone you should ask for fashion advice, not because it sucks, because he won’t indulge anyways.
which is also why you never bring him shopping, which also means he has no clue what outfits you have up your sleeve.
and boy do you have a few.
tops with an open back, even one dress with an open back, low cut tops that almost show too much, but not quite, and so many other clothes that’d make him short circuit.
you start packing the other things you need, your toothbrush, a few makeup products, skincare, travelsize shampoo and conditioner, basically all the necessities.
you hope your suitcase won’t go over the weight limit, since that has happened a few unfortunate times. but you can still carry it without breaking too much of a sweat, so you’re good.
it’s now twelve p.m, which gives you two and a half more hours before you have to leave for the train station, and yes, packing did take you several hours.
you still have to, pack your carry on, get dressed since you’re still in your pajamas, and pack snacks for the flight, cause airplane food is not always the best.
and that’s exactly what you do in two hours, still having thirty minutes to spare before you have to leave.
so you tidy your place a little bit, closing all the windows, closing all the doors and making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and off you go.
carry on bag slung over your shoulder, already anticipating the soreness there, and your suitcase that definitely won’t go over the weightlimit in your other hand, rolling it over the pavement and cringing at the loud noise.
at the station you get your ticket to narita airport, and then start your long journey to your boyfriend.
it’s quite the journey, you’ll be sitting in a plane for a whopping twenty six hours total, having to catch two flights, since there isn’t directly a way to go from narita airport to rio de janeiro.
you’ll have to make do with it. you’ve downloaded a few movies you can watch on the flight, even brought a book with you, and you can always sleep. time’ll fly by like that.
and time does fly by just like that, because before you know it, you’ve landed in the warm and sunny rio. four p.m local time, the next day.
a wave of warm air hits you as soon as you step out of the plane, finally being able to stretch your legs after sitting down for so long, your muscles crying out for help for how much they ache.
but god, you are so relieved to have finally arrived. and over the top excited to see tsukishima again, even if it’s only been three days since you saw him last.
and the long haul flight has made you even more tsukishima deprived, all you want to do is throw yourself in his embrace and never move an inch again.
you send him a text as soon as you’ve arrived at the baggage claim, and he texts you right back, telling you he’s waiting near the exit of the airport.
you get your suitcase from the designated carousel, and make a beeline for the exit, trying your best not to bump into anyone on your way there, since the airport is packed.
and through the crowd, you find one specific blonde sticking out.
and the blonde also notices you through the mount of people, his face brightening up the tiniest bit when he sees you.
you make your way through the crowd relatively fast, nearly tripping a child on the way.
tsukishima’s arms are already open as you jump in his embrace, nuzzling your face in his chest, suitcase left a little behind you.
you exhale loudly, melting in his warm embrace. ‘i’m here,’ you sigh, your knees nearly buckling under you from sheer exhaustion.
he hums, code for i missed you, and i’m glad you’re here with me again. well not really, that’s what you made up on the spot.
‘kei? i missed you y’know.’ you murmur, looking up at him with exhausted eyes, you’re one second away from falling asleep on the spot.
‘i missed you too, now let’s go. they’re waiting for us.’ you nod, and hesitantly pull away from his embrace, your hand back on your suitcase handle.
before you can so much as even blink, he’s got your bag slung over his shoulder like it weighs nothing. holding his other hand out to you.
you take it, and finally exit the airport. unbeknownst to you that you’re about to suffer from heatstroke in a few minutes.
because the uber you enter is hot. and there’s no air conditioning available other than opening the windows.
it’s a five seater, three seats already occupied by the obvious driver, hinata and kageyama.
hinata sits in the front, very engaged in conversation with the driver, although there’s a huge language barrier, the amount of hand gestures hinata does makes up for it.
‘hey, y/n!’ hinata greets you with the same excitement he’s had since forever, his brightness having never faded over the few years. kageyama just gives you a nod, then staring back outside the window.
the driver just smiles, angling his rear view mirror for no reason.
he gives everyone a thumbs up as if to say, ‘ready to go?’ and you all nod, some a bit more ferocious than the others.
and only ten minutes into the forty five minute drive, you’re already sweating in places you didn’t know you could.
your choice of clothing isn’t helping, a pair of fold over pants and a black tee being way too hot for the weather.
but you’ll have to endure it, focusing on the voices on the radio whilst trying not to faint from the heat.
and time passes by fast enough, you scramble out of your seat as fast as you possibly can, although outside isn’t much better than inside the uber, the breeze makes up for it.
the first thing you do when you enter the hotel room, is flop yourself on the neatly made bed, not planning to get up for the next five business days.
‘we’re going to the beach, change your clothes.’ tsukishima says blankly, laying your suitcase on the spare bed and zipping it open, like he’s planning your outfit.
‘already?! i just got here!’ you groan, begrudgingly lifiting yourself off the mattress.
the beach would do you good though, taking a dip in the sea water sounds really pleasant right now.
he’s rummaging through your suitcase like it’s his own, ruining the way you perfectly packed it. ‘here,’ he hands you a short dress and a bikini, looking for your beach towel next.
‘what are you, my mom? telling me what to wear.’ you chuckle, but still taking the clothes from him.
he definitely picked the first thing he could grab, the bikini top and bottom don’t even match, a beige top with pink bottoms isn’t exactly a set.
‘atleast give me a matching set, unless you want me to look like an idiot.’ you go for the beige set, reaching in your suitcase for the matching bottoms.
‘i’d rather you look like an idiot than everyone ogling at you with those bottoms.’ he says without even glancing your way, slinging your beach towel over his shoulder.
you roll your eyes at him, reaching for the hem of your shirt to take off your shirt. ‘hey, no looking.’ you throw your shirt directly at him, and he catches it with ease.
‘like i haven’t seen everything already.’ he teases, but still turning around anyway.
you change out of your nasty airport clothes, and tug the bikini on, and the dress over that, throwing your dirty clothes on your bed, that’s a worry for later.
‘i’m done, you can turn around now.’ you tell him whilst straightening your dress a little, trying to flatten the creases in it, courtesy of your rapid folding skills.
he turns back to you, his breath hitching at the sight of you.
you’re wearing a completely different dress than he handed you, but boy does it look so good on you.
‘you’re staring,’ you state, somehow catching him off guard in the way his eyes snap to your face, previously lingering on your body.
‘i’m not,’ he scoffs lightly, although it’s not as snarky as usual.
you chuckle, finishing up packing your bag for the beach. ‘i’m done, or do you need more time ogling me?’ you’re the one teasing him now, tilting your head.
‘tch, let’s just go.’ he rolls his eyes at you, brushing past you to leave the hotel room.
you laugh at his uncharacteristic shyness, normally he’d give you a response with more fire in it, so such a lame one doesn’t suit him one bit.
and again, not that he’ll ever say or show it, but he’s really glad you’re with him again, he almost died without you, yes it’s that bad.
a/n: this took me so long and i rushed the ending 😔
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