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i keep having brainrots so : tsukikage strangers to ? meeting at a bar and catching each other's attention and instead of having a one night stand, they free themselves from the head-throbbing music of the club and shout drunken slurs at the park near it at 1 in the morning. literally just them stumbling around the lamp post-lit pathways and almost bumping to every bench they pass while trying to help each other walk steadily even if they're both not that coherent in what they're doing and is literally just there for the vibes and giggle at their goofiness

Tobio: *hiCk* he- *hick* heyyyy... youuu, hey! HEYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Kei: urgggghhhh what the ffffuckk... stop SCREAMINGGGGGG...!! you're,,, [feeling like he's gonna throw up] sssssHhHHhsssHh, my head hurtsssss!!!! FUCK!

Tobio: [giggling like a mad man] you're- *hick* as RED as aaaaAAAAA!! tomatooooooooooaaaahhhh

#tsukikage being drunken bastards #they're responsible adults #trust #because of plot reasons they safely go home at 3 in the morning when they're done throwing up #then they proceed to daydream about each other while also being fucking embarrassed about what they did #kageyama tobio is a giggling drunk i don't make the rules #tsukishima kei is a whiny drunk who complains about everything & will say that he feels like shit while craving more shots at the same time #in conclusion : drink at your own risks everybody !!!! #haikyuu

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with tobio making taking care of himself and being healthy a habit, he probably decides one day and tries to make kei have it as a habit as well and just, take care of kei. tobio'd teach kei how he does his nails, help him eat regularly, drag him for runs or exercise.

like they're literally the definition of "woke up at 3 am" (tobio) and "is about to sleep at 3 am" (kei) and it's easy to imagine tobio waking up at dawn for his regular morning run and kissing the half-asleep, mumbling "mmh..orning..." kei before he exits their apartment.

while we're at this topic, let me introduce you to my fic with this exact plot of tobio taking care of kei because i am shameless : archiveofourown.org/works/49992340

#tsukikage domestic gays #and here i say : Kageyama Tobio is a Good Significant Other #let my mans take care of Kei fr #this dynamic is my obsession #pls let me have more of this #I BEG. #established relationship #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #kagetsuki

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i had time to think it over (and all i can say is come closer)

Exclaims of startled shouts fill the absence of the halls sectioned by second years from Karasuno as a running figure stumbles throughout and apologizes over and over. They shake their head as an attempt to remove the sweat dropping from their covered forehead as footsteps resume. Sliding doors are opened filled with confused faces who get even more baffled by the very familiar face that peeks through whilst Kei can't say anything else in the midst of the mess he's doing except whispered curses to himself.

Being a top student, it's an immediate alarm in his head to warn himself that he shouldn't be hastily running through the hallway with such nerve especially because of his tall figure giving him more space to stride than the average guy in the building, but adrenaline feels like the ocean to Kei at the moment, not knowing the difference between letting himself drown or if it's just him doing a floater with half-soaked ears down the water.

"This is driving me crazy..." A swear slips away from Kei's gritted teeth but his heart temporarily stops when he spots his homeroom teacher just about to open a classroom door in front of him and Kei's mouth quickly closes to stop himself from saying anything brash even more.

The man closes the door first before raising his head, seeming to be surprised to see Kei, then he notices the seemingly ruined façade of the blonde's along with his face that looked to be in a hurry, chest moving up and down as he catches his breath. "Tsukishima-kun."

"A-ah..." Kei gasps a little before blinking away his thirst for water at the moment, already been running around the school for 5 minutes straight. "Hello, Ta...Takeda-haah-! Sensei..." He gives a quick bow before swiftly exiting the scene, not running as to not give himself shame in front of a teacher, but with quickened steps and when he finally turns to a hall where the stairs are, Kei full-on bolts, not even looking back at the speechless Takeda-san watching a believed-to-be behaved student like him almost stumble on his steps like an underwater seaweed.

Seriously, all of this running is now making Kei hungry as well, and it's all because of a stupid reason that makes him want to hurl in embarrassment, Tadashi an always witness for his misery that gives him more shame than a 99 instead of 100 in Japanese Literature can.

A damn lost I.D.

Stupid, fucking, idiot. A headache starts swirling at his already going-on-a-tangent forehead and all Kei knows is he's going to be doing something stupid which he knows is a pretty fucking surprising thing to happen when it comes to him. But there's no time to question everything he'd done in this lifetime when he sees everyone around the entrance of the library door jump when it's opened by his heavy hands, thumping down the walls connected to it with a loud slam that gives him a glare from the librarian.

Trying not to embarrassingly facepalm himself in front of ticked-off high schoolers and a judging adult, he bows apologetically in every direction before continuing his search around ever nook and cranny of bookshelves upon bookshelf and with a deep sense of failure that pricks with disappointment inside of him, Kei slows down his walking with catching breaths as he goes up the stairs to the second floor.

Not once did Kei remember every student of the campus and what distinguishes them from one another but as he looks down at the plastic material in his clutched hand, he seems to find another surprising thing about himself once again.

He remembers that one wednesday and every frame of movement, every jolt he had felt at that one coincidental day like the back of his hand, along the exact temperature of the coffee he was drinking and how many minutes he had waited for the parfait he ordered at that specific part of the school. Tadashi had called him dramatic from his over-exaggerated groaning when he had finally spit all of it out but seriouslyㅡnot once, even just a 0.1 percent chance of it ever happening, who would ever expect one Tsukishima Kei to be attracted to someone with just one look at them?

Well, he didn't. Why would he? The topic of liking someone had never interested him as much as what dinosaurs had ever done in the middle of history class, and he didn't dwell on it too much when Tadashi started dating a girl at the end of their first year, seeming to not be feeling left out because why would he?

What he felt the moment he visited Karasuno's art club's booth behind the front gates of the school festival and saw and heard what he thought to be the closest he'll ever be to seeing perfection itself was one of those things Kei had muttered as to why it started to be.

It looked too much like sapphires than what they actually are, drops of eyelashes like pieces of a puzzle, and it took Kei one inhale, looking at the stranger who was quietly staring down at the art prints he was organizing. No amount of fairytales can explain what Kei has felt at that moment.

Then they look up, locking eyes with him, settling things into its right place, and Kei felt his breath taken away while the stranger blinks at him with a wondering, a bit confused filter. "Um..?"

His voice snaps Kei out of it, and he remembers where he was. The booth. He came up because a print of a field of cornflowers on the display tables caught his eye. His wallet is left open on his hand as he is idiotically standing in front of the hotㅡCOUGHㅡguy in front of him.

There's this sudden ache inside Kei close enough to make him feel nauseous, but more possibly may be the reason why he felt like his breath had been taken away. To save little to what his conscience is left, Kei shakes his head to snap himself out of it and settles on a sheepish raise of the corner of his lips, "Sorry. Uh, I was.. wondering as to how much this art print was..?" He points.

The guy blinks at him for a second before recognition paints his face, "Ah." He turns his head, seeming to search for something before looking back at Kei for a moment, looking a bit flustered, "Uh, sorry, I don't have my-" His expression turns slightly constipated, "friend... with me right now, he knows the prices. If you don't mind waiting, thoughㅡhe's grabbing something from our club room."

It's definitely fine. Please stop looking at me like that. Trying not to goddamn have a heart attack, Kei takes a deep breath and nods, "It's okay." Adding an awkward laugh in the end, Kei puts his wallet back in his pocket.

The guy nods and eyes him for a moment before looking back down at the art prints he was organizing with a hum. Kei couldn't help but stare for more than a moment.

No moment was enough for Kei to count all kinds of skies he can find from the eyes that are focused on their task, hands that are finely trimmed, close to the quick, and as quickly as Kei startles when those same fingers move to tuck themselves under a chin, the sun dusting off cheeks that look blushed because of its rays and making the skin under it shine like gold-

"Dude, what are you doing!?" 

Kei turns his head to the left and sees another student with ginger hair, short as Kei points out for no reason, and the former steps close to the guy and half-heartedly smacks his shoulder.

The guy grunts with a glare, "Took you long enough, dumbass. Because of you not putting up prices, a customer had to wait." He gesture to Kei.

Suddenly, Kei is faced with two pairs of eyes and the ginger exclaims, "Huh?! I told you to remember them! I sent you a list by email!" He glares at the guy before turning to Kei with a polite smile. "Sorry. What are you interested in again, please?"

Kei tries not to turn to the guy rolling his eyes and scooting his chair while still sitting on the side to let the ginger be in the middle of the table as he speaks, "The dandelions."

The ginger makes an interested hum as he grabs packing materials from the other side of the table. "Want an autograph with that?" He looks up at Kei, suddenly with mischief filling his eyes. He points a thumb to the guy, "He made it."

They look at the guy and it takes a moment for him to notice and he looks up at both of them. He immediately glares at the ginger with a kick in the leg that made the ginger stumble a little to the side with a gawk. "Quit it, bastard."

The ginger glares back and holds up a threatening fist, "You quit it! First not memorizing the prices, now you're just being the bastard...!" He clicks his tongue. "Damn Bakayama..." He shakes his head before turning to Kei once again. "That'll be 520." He sheepishly smiles.

Baffled by the scene, Kei nods and hands out his bills and bows as he receives the art print that is now covered by a small, flat white paper bag.

Before he leaves, ready to combust, the ginger chirps another tease, "You sure you don't want an autograph?"

Him and Kei are both left unprepared when the guy gets a hold of his hair, "If you don't stop speaking, I'm snapping your head."

"How violent! That's a low blow even for you, Kag-ow! Damn it, let go! Agh-! Get off-"

Other people going past the booth are starting to look and Kei took his time to finally get out of there, leaving his heart beating after witnessing the guy pulling on his necktie in frustration before he finally entered the school building.

So. Here, with Kei holding onto a lace that he found on the ground in the club rooms' floor when he was on his way to visit Tadashi's, containing a face that he might never quite forget, even if months are already in the making with spared glances and not-so-subtle bumps in the hallway that were definitely Tadashi's pushing's doingㅡKei runs.

The moment Kei opens the library as a desperate attempt, the feeling in the pit of his stomach making him certain that this was his final stop, he doesn't hesitate to push it open and the doors slam on the walls connecting to its edges once again, the sound echoing at the continuous very-silent room. Kei winces, immediately regretting it while still catching his breath. He doesn't feel any better when he looks to the side and sees the librarian glaring at him, remembering his face, and stares from the other students that are seated around the library, same as the last time.

Kei tried a smile which only looked like a grimace because of his pants and bowed with apologies muttered but the librarian just mutters to themself with a shake of their head before returning back to reading.

He looked everywhere for another time, the threat of annoying other occupants further with every quickening steps he took crippling the back of his mind, but the intense, overwhelming temptation of seeing the guy again leaves Kei feeling lightheaded. He shakes his head, not wanting to confront the deepness of his feelings to a guy he only had one conversation with, and thoroughly checks every nook and cranny.

From the last bookshelves until the end where there's a window seat, Kei stops in his tracks.

The same dark navy hair, eyelashes that took him more than a moment to count, and eyes that are kept from the world because of shut lidsㅡthe guy is leaning to the wood framing it, looking sound asleep with art materials scattered beside him, the same guy that owns the I.D. Kei was holding.

It was enough for Kei to inhale all the air that made him gasp from running.

Kei grows conscious over all of it, feeling strange and weird from putting effort to someone he doesn't personally know, and he takes a step back from the nervousness. Sure, they're not actually alone, but this is the first time he's truly face to face with the guy since the school festival.

The thought of being thought of as strange leaves Kei with a knot in his throat.

But he doesn't have another moment to hesitate because the guy- no. Kageyama, as printed on his I.D., makes a sound while his face slightly scrunches up, and when once closed eyes sleepily stare back at Kei's frame, the latter feels himself suddenly up for runningㅡrunning away.

Kageyama blinks, trying to organize his form of consciousness before he rubs his eyes and looks around, staring at his art materials beside him before at Kei again, looking confused. 

All the adrenaline inside Kei vanishes and suddenly, he is speechless. His mouth opens but nothing comes out as Kageyama just watches him with a tilt on his head. Finally, Kei swears to himselfㅡpathetic little self  as he calls itㅡand shook his head. He steps slightly closer to Kageyama, holding out the lace of his I.D. "Your.. I.D."

The sleepiness in Kageyama slowly vanishes as he stared at it for spared seconds for realization and his mouth parts, looking up at Kei. "Ah..." He holds out a hand, and Kei quickly laid the I.D. on top of it. "Thanks." Kageyama takes a moment to put it around himself. "How did you, um, find me?"

I ran laps around the campus while idiotically not searching the art club's room first. "I just asked around for you." Kei politely half-smiles.

Kageyama hums at that before his gaze turns to somewhere, but something seemed to catch his eyes and Kei follows it. It led him to his own I.D. which got flipped possibly from all his earlier movements and is now facing backwards, showing the photocard that was placed beside his card.

Kei thinks to himself and remembers the photocard's content and he starts to explain but Kageyama speaks first.

"That's... I only sell that at a very specific shop. Where did you...?" Kageyama's interest grows on him.

It was Kei's turn to feel his nerves again, the familiar warmth thrumming on his skin threatening to leave it crimson, specifically the ones on his cheeks. He tries being nonchalant but his glances to the side begs to differ, "I-I started following the username printed, um, on your art print I bought at the school festival last year..."

Recognition paints Kageyama's face. "The guy who bought The Fields. It was you."

Kei feels a force-of-habit sly grin on his lips, breaking free from how flustered he actually feels. "And the one who noticed you and the ginger fighting like children."

Some color paints Kageyama's cheeks and he huffs, "That dumbass? If you knew him, you won't avoid fighting with the ridiculous bastard."

Kei chuckles with a grin. "Seems like you're good friends."

Kageyama's face scrunches up in disgust and Kei can't help but laugh a little. He couldn't explain it, he feels the tightness in his throat bounce free and all that is left is a floating sensation as he watches visible dust following the sun's glare forming around Kageyama's slightly messy hair from his nap. He still can't believe he's having a casual conversation with the guy that is still a stranger but is not hesitating to react to his initiation, not thinking of him as weird.

But he didn't expect one other thing the most. In the midst of Kei's daydreaming, Kageyama gathers his sketches spread around his color pencils and pens, tucking them at one page of one of the couple of sketchpads and sketchbooks he had with him and seemed to be trying to find something.

When Kei finally snaps out of it, he jerks from a tap on his shoulder and there Kageyama was, standing in front of him.

Kageyama's lips curl as he blinks, "Sorry for startling you but..." He pulls up the paper Kei only now noticed that he was holding. "Here."

Kei's heart thumps at how close they are, hands slightly shaking as he holds the paper that he notices to be ripped from a sketchpad and his breath is once again taken away by the colored sketch laid upon his very eyes.

It's another drawing of a field, similar to the cornflowers but here they are rough and real, thoroughly drawn to the surface of the sketchpad and with meticulous brown line art that highlights the dandelions that spreads around the green field that is drowned by the sunset's gleam, the whole sketch mixing with different warm colors that leaves Kei feeling like he was right there in the midst of the flowers. He is left speechless at the beauty of it all.

Kageyama is silent in front of him, not noticing how the raven fidgets with his hands as he watches Kei just stare at the artwork.

"...It's so pretty."

Kageyama looks up and sees Kei's awed face, attention still on the paper before he faced up at Kageyama again with lips that could not fight a genuine curl of merriment.

Kageyama fights his, "I.. actually. You reminded me of them when I saw you at the booth... your hair is.." He takes a breath, his dark blue skies reflecting Kei's face like glass. "It looks gold."

Kei had no defense when unspeakable attacks of feel, just pure and utter feeling of simply everything that spreads throughout his insides. He couldn't escape its effects of leaving pink dust on his face, his hand immediately snapping up to cover half of it in embarrassment. He can't find words, from his buckling feet to the gold strands of his hair, Kei is a complete and utter mess of himself.

It feels like he's floating.

"Ah."

The pathetic sound leaves his lips and Kei closes his eyes from shame, wanting to hide from Kageyama and the world itselfㅡjust tuck himself into a corner and save him from how horrified he embodies.

"You can keep it."

That catches Kei's attention, though a bit slow behind his lightheadedness, and he fully looks. 

A matching dust of pink lays itself on Kageyama's face, reflecting the yellow halo of the slowly setting sun of the afternoon from the window against it, but no colors clash, humming in complete harmony along the quickening thump thump thump of Kei's heart the longer he looks, the longer he takes some time to watch the nervous quiver of Kageyama's lips that is brought wet by a small inch of a tongue peeking out.

A flash of heat, one that is different, pricks on Kei's side and he flinches, and shakes his head to snap him out of it with a curse. Though stumbling on his words, Kei softly pushes the sketch back in front of Kageyama. "A-are you... sure?"

Kageyama's brow slightly clicks and he releases a breath before shaking his head, "Of course. I have no other use for it."

Kei nods in the end, though still hesitating out of courtesy when he stares at the sketch again, not having the courage to contain the reverence he feels, eyes the same color as the flowers picked in front of him filled with bubbling gleams.

"Do you... want to see more?"

That voice pulls for Kei's complete attention and he leaves the paper, seeing Kageyama return to his seat on the window, sketchbook and mechanical pencil on hand as he waits for Kei.

Kei makes a sound that is close to sounding like a scrunched-up groan. Gods, how can Kei keep breathing with this boy in front of him? He couldn't help but exclaim as a familiar knot in his stomach leaves Kei once again overwhelmed.

The more conscious, shameful, part of Kei complies and tucks himself between Kageyama and his many materials that leaves Kei familiarizing himself as to who Kageyama truly is outside what he only sees based on appearance, hearsay, and third-party point of views.

It seems that this would be the day to have more reason as to why Kageyama caught his eye in the first place and he left it to be taken over and over again. He hears Kageyama's voice painted with excitement and passion as he recalls every sketch and "sketch"ㅡas Kei likes to call them in his mind because their colored, detailed pictures amidst the other drawings the same level to those to be displayed in a museum, and those that already areㅡcompletely enamored by the being who clearly breathes art like his own kind of oxygen.

Their eyes meet and the same blues that shows, and continues to show, Kei that the life that breathes in it, with it, and from it, can stay in his own amber ones however long he wants. 

And as Kageyama starts a new drawing beside him while muttering because of his mistakes in between erasing them, Kei relaxes in his seat and watches, watches until Kageyama snorts in his tired state and curiously says, "Are you not going home?"

Kei merely snickers with a hum, "No. And I'd rather be here."

Kageyama eyes him to see if he is lying before shrugging and going back to his pad.

Kei looks out to the window and watches as the setting sun of the close-evening is covered by the darkening trees, leaving him with gold spots on his face, and another breath of fresh air as he feels his chest let go and move to the side for a new place to settle in his heart.  

I'd rather be here.

#tsukishima kei is WHIPPED #and also perhaps miiiiiight be thirsty #no one's surprised because this is kageyama tobio #haikyuu #artist kageyama tobio you will always be famous #tsukikage

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i would very much like the one the only kageyama tobio himself to propose to tsukishima kei, honored crowd of the adlers like the mr-sendai-frogs-mb traitor he is, when they won a game, all eyes and camera's on them, tobio kneeling and kei absolutely terrified

and when i say terrified i mean terrified as in "i'm gonna fucking jump you if you don't stop kneeling what the fuck yes i would marry you we talked about this literally just yesterday on my apartment's goddamn living room floor if you forgot you absolute idiot, tOBIO STAND UP, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LAUGHING-"

#established tsukikage #public proposals #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

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It's late, but can be considered to be early by one Tsukishima Kei in some way. He sighs to the winds and puffs of air are visible in front of his mouth because of how cold he was, comforting his cold hands inside of his thick sweater. 

The playground swing is low, making him stretch out his legs into straight lines, shoes colliding with the sandbox underneath it. Kei tries swinging a little, cicadas of the night this close to lulling him to sleep but he contained himself. 

Until he hears footsteps.

Kei turns on reflex and there he was, the person he'd been waiting for.

"What took you so long?" Kei tiredly says, close to a whisper because of how he was holding himself back to fall asleep right there and then, in the middle of the neighborhood playground at 1 in the morning.

"Sorry." Tobio genuinely looks apologetic as he walks closer to Kei, caressing his cold cheeks and kissing him on the side of his head. 

Kei hums at the attention, pulling out a hand and clutching Tobio's with it. On reflex, Tobio separates them for a beat and interlocks them completely, rubbing his fingertips to Kei's freezing hands using that warmth of his. He sits down on the swing beside Kei's, hands still not separating, and looks up at the stars.

Meanwhile Kei studies him. Tobio looked not as sleepy, as if he had just woken up four hours ago. Still, he didn't expect for himself to willingly go outside at this hour because Tobio asked him to meet up. 

In the middle of his contemplation while watching the stars reflected in the own skies of Tobio's eyes, they turn to him and Kei blinks. 

Tobio's expression turns into recognition and he grabs something on his seat beside his hip, Kei only noticing it now after he had arrived, and pulls out a dino-themed bouquet-filled with yellow and blue flowers. 

Kei pauses and his mouth slightly parts, sight stilling at the looks-to-be fiddling Tobio on where he was. 

"Happy Valentine's." Tobio whispers.

The street lights put them in the spotlight at this very swingset, and Kei couldn't believe how warm he suddenly felt despite February's cold demeanor. But the figure in front of him is the opposite.

It's not instant, like paint slowly being guided through the surface of a canvas until it perfects all up in one clean stroke. Here, Tobio's blushing portrait as he looks away is not a painting but is art itself, Kei thinks to himself as he sucks in a sharp breath. A second parts. Then, without waiting, Kei laughs.

Laughs until the chains of his swing crinkles with a dog's bark echoing from the distance. Laughs as Tobio watches him confused but also intrigued. Laughs as Kei suddenly has the urge to kiss Tobio. 

And so he does.

It only lasts for a pair of heartbeats as Kei could feel, embody this unexplainable euphoria inside of him that makes him feel ridiculous, but the dazed look on Tobio's face after their lips part is worth it. 

Kei's nose crinkles as he contains another laugh bubbling in his throat, and he settles on a smile which can only be described as fond and gaze full of endearment, "Happy Valentine's to you as well, hm?" 

Tobio releases a small breath, Kei following the slight pout on his lips, before he raises a brow at the setter. Tobio interrupts his teasing demeanor by leaning and kissing him again.

Kei makes a sound of surprise before relaxing on reflex, getting a hold of Tobio's nape and squeezing the hand still holding his as Tobio leans into his space and fills it with colorful thousands of galaxies.

Right before they part, Kei lets out a forgotten chuckle and they breathe besides each other's lips as his eyes are closed. When he opens them, he is greeted by Tobio kissing his nose, making Kei snap his eyes shut at the feeling again, until he is pulled standing.

Tobio looks up at him as if asking for permission and Kei curiously looks back. There, Kei is embraced and is filled with life as Tobio holds his waist, free head resting on his chest that makes Kei curious if Tobio can hear how fast his heartbeat was.

Kei tucks his chin on top of Tobio's head and starts playing with his locks. With the sudden gesture, Kei's curiosity is brought back quickly, "You're clingier that usual." He really couldn't help but tease.

Tobio mumbles something muffled into his sweater. Kei snorts, "Hm?" 

Tobio looks up, crimson once again spreading throughout his face and ears and Kei contains himself from cooing. 

"I've been thinking about a gift since Hinata had been annoying about me giving you one 2 weeks ago." Tobio frowns deeply. "Saying that I'm not giving you one because I can't do it." He scoffs. 

Kei raises a brow. "Oh, so you gave me this cute little thing because you felt threatened by him?" 

"N-NO!" Tobio jumps, denying it, but quickly deflates with a click of his tongue at Kei's knowing look. The setter looks somewhere for a moment, avoiding Kei's eyes before he pulls it back, but still unfocusing from time to time as he says, "I w-wanted to give you something. Even if I knew you wouldn't mind with nothing." He lowly says at the end.

Kei slyly smiles, "And that you are right about." Sighing, he leans down to Tobio's shoulder, holding his back and caressing it with his thumb. The movement makes Tobio shiver for a moment and thrill seeps inside Kei. "I like it, though. Don't worry about it."

Tobio huffs, "I dare you not to." He raises a mocking brow and glares at him, taunting. 

Kei grins, not taking him seriously because of the blush on his nose. "If you say so." 

They start walking, not before Kei grabs the bouquet from his past seat and cunningly waves in front of Tobio who morphs into an even intense scarlet and turns away from Kei's annoying cackles until they exit the playground, still side by side and their hands inseparable.

"Why couldn't you have given this to me at school? Missed me that much?"

"I would have if it weren't for the risk of Hinata being an annoying dumbass. Don't get so full of yourself."

"Hm."

"..."

"..."

"...Yes. Whatever. Shut up."

A chuckle.

"SHUT. UP."

A full-blown laugh. "I didn't say anything."

"I can hear what you're thinking...!"

"That's just the clinginess speaking."

"Your clinginess, huh?"

"..."

"...Pfft."

"Come here."

"Nope. Can't hear you over the sound of your clinginess. Sorry."

please try and support this on ao3 as well ! ! ^-^

#HAPPY VALENTINES GAY PEOPLE #let's pretend i didn't forget to post this here #established relationship #KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE TENENEN #tsukikage #“they're insane for this” and it's just tsukikage bickering #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #haikyuu #valentine's day

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A yawn cuts off the complaint that Tobio was about to grit, closing half of his eyes on reflex and his hand slightly covers his gaping mouth.

He hears a huff of laughter beside him and Tobio's eye quickly crinkles from irritation.

It was no wonder for him to have a permanent scowl on his face with Kei beside him at their bus home from a practice match with another school.

Only annoyance was brought upon by Shoyo himself when he spurted out a bet on who gets more points in between him and Tobio.

Of course, Tobio who is on equal footing when it comes to stubborness, he didn't back down and agreed with a confident smirk.

Only he underestimated how infuriating Shoyo really was and here is Tobio now, the aftermath of a bet he didn't even know of the stakes it had.

Well - the stake being sat beside Kei who was being more irritating than usual. Tobio thinks to himself that Kei is not even complaining at all about their situation, only looking very much amused by how uncomfortable Tobio was.

Sending Kei another glare and earning a mock-innocent grin in response, Tobio rolls his eyes and looks away, entertaining his eyes with the road from outside the window.

It wasn't long before the continous pasisng of time where Tobio reads every sign he'd seen that his eyes start to drop ever so little with every couple of minutes. He puffs a small sigh, blinking slowly as he brings his chin down to the palm of his hand, leaning his head slightly to the window even if it ever-so shakes it in almost an uncomfortable way.

Finally his eyes close and all Tobio registers before he succumbs to sleep is a tender hand reaching out and brushing off his bangs away from his face.

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When Tobio stirs, it'a greeted by giggles and hushed whispers close to him, coupled with a sigh and complaints with a phone's camera shutter prickling his eyelids.

He grumbles a little, a complaint at the tip of his tongue and he moves above the pillow tucked under his jaw, leaning closer to it with the want to go back to being passed out.

But the supposed pillow moves, followed by a snort and Tobio's brows furrow. Blinking a little, the setter slowly opens his eyes & is greeted by a way too enthusiastic Shoyo towering over the seat in front of him. "Good morning, Sleepyyama! Eh, well- it's the afternoon but, whatever!"

Tobio's brow twitches in reflex at the other's idiocy but a snicker beside his ear muffles his thoughs and he snaps his head to the side.

So close-! is the first thing that blares alarms in Tobio's head, his heart stuttering in his chest when he realizes that Kei's face, the same Kei that he now remembers has been beside him on the bus, sits there with his face just a breath separate from his that he can count the pale, golden eyelashes that brushes his forehead ever so little as Kei takes a moment to blink.

Heat rises in Tobio's face without his consent and he stands up, without any rationality in his head that the bus was indeed still moving, as a choked-up sound that he swears was not a whimper escapes his lips.

Watching the scene unfold, Shoyo bubbles into laughter, smacking the head of the seat he held onto while pointing at Tobio's face with his other hand, "Y-your- your face-!" and he throws his head back again.

Tobio immediately sends him a sharp glare with fisted hands. "You little shit-" He raises one and tries to grab at Shoyo's hair but an expected hold on his wrists makes his arm's movement go to a halt. Tobio goes still and looks down to see Kei with his eyes closed, yet still holding onto him with a gentle grasp than he can forcefully escape.

He blinks at the figure in front of him.

Lit up by the sunset from outside, glasses tucked onto his collar and eyelids that hide the gold from glaring ornaments, though his hair is not far from the competition.

Tobio couldn't make himself move away for some reason.

He makes a confused sound, so small but the slight movement of Kei's brow signifies that he had heard it well. The blonde hums, gliding his fingertips away from Tobio's wrist to his palm - the latter couldn't stop the shiver that makes his own hand shake a little.

Every so slowly, their hands connect, tucked into the right places and close enough for Kei to squeeze his hand onto and feel the knuckles at the back of Tobio's.

The AC of the bus was in its normal coldness, and yet Tobio felt himself go warm, eyes not knowing where to place themselves with the sounds of his pulse thrumming along with Kei's.

Tobio doesn't know what's happening.

Then Kei does something far more than what Tobio had already expected a few wide-eyed stares ago ;

Kei pulls on his hand, still clasped on his own, close to his face that Tobio can feel his breath on his skin - a tomato will never compare to him at this point - and leaves a peck.

A peck that makes Tobio jump and leave his hand unstable - but he doesn't make another attempt to pull it away. Heat rises through every corner of his body and he couldn't help but lower his head back towards Kei's shoulder, closing his eyes and trying to control his emotions that are creating a storm around his fast-paced heart.

He hears Kei let out a slight laugh, and the setter feels even more mortified and embarrassed.

Tobio groans, and he still doesn't know what's happening.

But Kei feels warm beside him, close to him, connected to him down to the quick.

It was't long before Tobio falls asleep.

#pre-relationship tsukikage #they're not together but they should be! #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

just imagined artemis!kei falling in love with mortal pro volleyball player tobio who might or might not like it when kei uses his powers to physically shut him up; i.e: feeling reality be nonexistent as air pulls him very close to an authorative kei

tobio gulps

#I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE GULPED AS WELL #tsukikage #artemis tsukishima kei #mortal kageyama tobio #haikyuu #greek mythology au

[hazyletter]

tkkg who are always looked over by blushing faces whether it be in school, at national's, or outside on the street. though when kei creeps close behind tobio for a backhug and tucks his head on the setter's neck before kissing it, they blush even further

most of the time, kei does this out of spite and also to feel tobio splutter and see his ears go red but the latter isn't affected by it anymore as time passes by, even being the one encouraging and leaning to kei's shamelessness which has him blushing

#tsukikage- */GVNSHOTS #they make me utterly ill #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

still going on and on about king!tobio and his liddol knight!kei vising the kingdom's common village with tobio in disguse because he wanted to see his people and kei who is quietly trailing behind him and there to disagree when tobio wants to interact with merchants

kei would be the one assisting to buy things such as random hats or combs that he doesn't get why tobio would ever want because of its cheap material and tobio obliges but retorting that no matter material, if he likes it then he likes it, while looking directly at his gaze

kei nearly trips on his feet when hearing this, brow twitching and a visible gulp on his throat. his mouth opens but he doesn't know what to say. only mere setbacks from thoughts that he had kept locked and buried within because he doesn't have any right to do otherwise

seeing him in that state, tobio just sighs and half-smiles, coming close to him and tapping on his arm with a hand, eyes saying so much more, like comfort and "no-worries" before it all fades into nothing and tobio continues to walk

kei watches the back of his king for a moment, clenching heart making breathing quite difficult but he retaliates, shakes his head to snap him out of it and follows tobio until all the way back to the castle. until he hears his highess' bedchamber doors close

#King Kageyama Tobio #Knight Tsukishima Kei #tsukikage #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

Kei looks up once in a while. And with every passing moment, the leaves above stays the same. He exhales, white smoke escaping his slightly chapped lips, half-cold air threatning to be whole.

"Hey."

He turns around from the call.

A soft touch on his cheek and Kei sighs in content. Tobio watches his every movement with a longing gaze even if he was already there, right in front of him.

"Fine?" Tobio caresses him.

Kei merely chuckles, "Great as I'll ever be, King."

Tobio hums at this, satisfied. He creeps in closer, tucking his head on Kei's shoulder to feel, and just. It's another day.

Kei hugs back, holding onto Tobio's waist where he starts to draw circles with his thumb, the steady breathing of the body so close to his reminding him.

The leaves above stays the same. If they may fall in the following moments, everything else stays the same.

Not a groundbreaking moment, but still a moment nonetheless; Kei kisses Tobio, beneath everything that reminds him, sightseeing nothing but endless company.

The leaves above stays the same. If they may fall in the following moments, everything else stays the same.

There, not even in the heat of the moment, Kei sees everything when he gazes back to Tobio. And he remembers. And will keep remembering.

They will stay the same.

#tsukikage #happy birthday kei !!♡ #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #they make me so utterly ill #haikyuu #established relationship

[hazyletter]

tell me why i just dreamed about having a bf and when i saw that he was manspreading when i had nowhere to sit on, i deadass went and scooted in between his legs and leaned back to him like a chair

anyway, this but tkkg where tobio smoothly sits in between kei's legs and kei spreads them wider while still continuing to scroll through his phone, holding tobio's waist to secure if he was sitting comfortably

they'd probably get thrown rocks by their friends for how disgusting they are idk

#tsukikage #with them being disgusting [affectionately] #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

tkkg in a japanese historical setting. two cut-sleeves, one the king and the other a scholar, destined to be apart and killed in front of the other's eyes. forbidden love that only lasts a breath before their lives are taken

of course i made it angsty. historical aus are always so angst hmph hmph. let me suggest a reincarnation au tho: where they are in the canon's timeline, a spiteful middle blocker and his setter who always wants to punch him in the face

WAIT THE FIRST MEETING. [clears throat] crown prince!tobio who pretends to be a scholar in kei's school to watch how his subjects are doing bumping into scholar!kei who always seemed to want to get under his nerves. but it gives tobio thrill. no one has spoken to him like that. he's the crown prince, after all. all the servants under him always snide at those that try to insult him. the only exception is his co-crown prince hinata shoyo from another kingdom, of course

#crown prince kageyama tobio #scholar tsukishima kei #historical au #reincarnation #crown prince hinata shoyo #tsukikage #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

"Sly fox," Kei points to himself with a cock on his eyebrow, "Dumb bunny." And points to Tobio with a smooth transition from merely having a sly glint in his eyes to straight-up smirking

Tobio grits his teeth, expression almost turning feral, "I am not a dumb bunny."

#judy hopps kageyama tobio #nick wilde tsukishima kei #tsukikage zootopia au #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

tkkg where they go to a strawberry farm a week before the season ends. both wearing a bamboo hat and sleeveless tops, tobio is trying to make kei eat a completely unwashed strawberry while not repressing his smirk and kei tells him to knock it off with a smile on his lips

#fluffy domestic tsukikage #they make me so utterly ill #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

for the volleyball industry, to see kei dot on tobio, not even flinching when he suddenly gets back-hugged and receives a random kiss on the cheek, it's very much, um... an experience

to see a cunning asshole with glasses not stop himself from smiling as a drunk tobio murmurs incoherent sweet nothings to his ears with his eyes closed, it was a sight to behold. they couldn't resist taking all kinds of pictures and videos.

the next day, "tsukikage" trends #1

even on interviews, kei is not at all phased when he is asked about tobio.

"ah, yes, we went to the mall last night. tobio wanted to go shopping."

"well.. we still have no plans to marry any time soon but it'll happen in the future regardless"

"sorry, excuse me- tobio is-"

truly, almost a decade of knowing someone and loving them on the other half has made kei very soft. to friends he vehemently denies with a scowl, but if tobio's there, he doesn't hesitate to hold on his king's waist, keeping both of them close to each other.

#timeskip #they're soooooo gross ur kidding [affectionately] #tsukikage #sendai frogs tsukishima kei #adlers kageyama tobio #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

tkkg where 3rd year!tobio has always been set to move to kyoto, his mother's hometown, for college and forever since his 2nd year, planning to leave everything behind on miyagi for a change. but then comes kei, who swept him off his feet and made him want to stay

it leaves him frustrated, because he doesn't want to live in miyagi anymore but he also wants to stay with kei. in the end, kei decides for him and he lives on kyoto with tobio instead, settling on a small apartment that is fine in every corner

#3rd year kageyama tobio #3rd year tsukishima kei #they don't play volleyball here ;p #tsukikage #haikyuu

[hazyletter]

serial killer!tobio and prosecutor!kei who always distracts all officials when suspicions arise. kei who is distantly trying to ignore tobio's pointed stares when they finally 'caught' him and they are now inside an interrogation room, the case being kei's in the prosecution :

"Why did you do it?" Kei boredly and boringly asks, clearly uninterested.

Tobio snorts at this a little, but it retracts into a pout when he receives a glare from his husband. "Do what?"

Kei's brow twitch at this, already being done from when he saw Tobio covered in blood last evening ;

He just got home at that moment, but it has become a normal occurrence for every business week.

It's a normal occurrence but seriously... Kei clicks his tongue, "Can you at least wash up first before stepping inside the living room."

Wiping the smidge of blood that covered Tobio's cheek who closed his eye as reflex, Kei sighs and shakes his head. "Be more careful next time. If you actually get caught and I can't take your case, I wouldn't bail you out."

Tobio merely shrugs, "I'll just escape and go back to you again."

Kei cockily raises a brow at him, "And giving the public and my colleagues the chance to belittle me because I held your case? You really are a King, acting like I'm your knight in shining armor."

With his touch tickling Tobio's nape, the latter could really care less as to what he was saying. Rather, he was more interested in what he was using to say something, "Hm..."

Seeing Tobio's eyes not so subtly go lower, Kei deadpans, questioning his existence. But he complies and kisses him with a mix of irritation and shadowed fondness.

Back to the interrogation at hand: Kei studies Tobio for a moment, and Tobio unbashedly blinks back without much resistance.

It's not hard to act normal when other prosecutors and police were standing behind the glass on their respective sides.

But Kei is tired. So so tired. And so, with one last lingering look to Tobio who shamelessly licked his lips in anticipation, Kei leaves the interrogation room and goes inside to where his colleagues and seniors were.

He lies through relaxed teeth, it being a reflex at this pont, saying that Tobio is obviously not the killer and providing information and evidence as to why without tampering with the true once, making up an alibi for the days that Tobio needed one as to prove he is not the killer.

Unsurprisingly, with him on the case, and being the absolute bullshitter because he decided to marry someone of inconvenience but, he still decided to be accepting the ring Tobio gave him after stealing it from a rich woman he just killed for fun, the case is closed, and Tobio is once again left free to eat the late-night snack Kei made for both of them at ten in the evening before kissing Kei's cheek and leaving their apartment with a random murder in mind "because his hands were itching".

Oh, well. Kei fixes his glasses, stressed by the piles & piles of papers of cases that is on his desk and the floor beside & in front of it

If he didn't know the outcomes of loving the person that wanted to kill him in the first place, Kei would be the one that's dead right now.

#prosecutor tsukishima kei #serial killer kageyama tobio #he's good at killing but bad at everything else™ #tsukikage #haikyuu