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You have more than 99 problems in this world, and your student Tsukishima Kei is one of them.

Genre: fluff, teacher! fem. reader x student! Tsukishima

A/N: Hey gaiiis <3 been thinking of Tsukishima for a few days. Just wanna say that I do not encourage relationships between students and teachers, and that if you're uncomfortable with that trope, please don't read it. Just want to note that Tsukishima is 18 yrs in this and the teacher is definitely on the young side so relationships like these are definitely not impossible.

Enjoyy!!! <3

ONE | TWO

--------- Part 1 ---------

He's flirting with you.

You know he is.

It's all in those under-lidded stares that he sends your way when he thinks you're not looking. It makes your skin prickle with a sensation akin to uncomfortable and yet, you're not sure yourself why you keep on blatantly ignoring it in favour of keeping up a facade for the whole class, the entire school.

It's more than a normal occurrence for students to hit on teachers, especially the young ones who they think they have a chance with. The truth is, you're aware of the level of professionalism you must keep up in order for this to be smooth sailing, but it really isn't your fault that your tender age of twenty-five makes you so much more approachable to those who are on the brink of eighteen.

"Honestly miss Y/N, you could wear our uniform and we'd probably look the same."

"I think she'd look even younger than us. Maybe sixteen?"

It is in those moments, really, that you curse your good genes. You've had this problem, showing your ID to the bartender so that he gets to double-check a potential fraud and getting a free pass on the bus for being excused as a high school kid. That never bothered you so much before.

Until now.

"Like I said, the Inter-High Volleyball Tournament will be starting in two weeks so I really want you all to come and cheer for our school, even if that means on TV," you are telling your homeroom class, half of them barely awake at eight in the morning.

You tap your pen against the table for attention, and heads sleepily look up from the depths of their desks. Or arms.

"Wakey wakey, guys. Did you hear anything I said?" you ask with a raised brow.

One of your students yawns, "yes sensei."

"Can we go and see the match?" another asks.

"You totally can," You flash a grin, "the schedule is on the notice board outside of class with all the timings and dates. I think we have three or four matches in our school. And the rest will be outside of school."

"Do you think they'll win this year, Sensei?" the one sitting at the front asks you.

"I really hope so. They've been training harder, right?" You take a look at your entire class, "aren't there any of you boys playing-- Ah, Tsukishima-kun. You're on the volleyball team. How is that going?"

Gold eyes over rimmed glasses peer up at you from the back of the class. The tall, lanky boy sits up with a face that suggests you've just disturbed him. Or disgusted him. Or both, who knows?

"Fine."

His answer is curt. But you're not fazed.

"When's your first match?" You lean forward on your desk and cross your arms, "are you playing first set?"

"Why sensei ? You gonna show up?"

"I sure will."

His smirk drops for a second. But you press on still, "so? Are you playing first set or not?"

"Y/N Sensei! I'm playing!" One of the shorter students who always manages to place a smile on your face, jumps up from his seat, "you'll cheer for me, right Sensei?!"

"Yes, Hinata. I will," you can't help but grin as he whoops and punches the air in victory, a real man-child who still loves dreaming about the big stuff.

From the back row, you hear a snort only to see Taukishima lean back on his chair until he teeters in mid-air, "it's just a volleyball game."

"It's not just a volleyball game." Hinata retorts, scowling at the blonde.

"Fancy words coming from our most famous bencher."

"I'm not a bencher! I--I got put in first set this time!"

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, "congratulations."

"Tsukishima-kun," you cut the blonde off with a stern look, "that's enough."

You think he has half a mind to retort back with a witty insult. But his eyes lock on yours for a long moment, before he rolls them and slumps back in his seat. You would've sighed in relief, but there had been something in his eyes, something you can't quite place.

Your first year as a homeroom teacher is tough. From dealing with kids skipping classes and others doing drugs in the bathroom during lunch breaks, you barely have time to sit down at work.

You go watch Karasuno's game as promised, and coach Ukai greets you with surprising enthusiasm as he ushers you up on the court.

"I don't think I should be here," you stutter, eyes quickly flitting around and flinching at how huge the volleyball players are. Are these really high schoolers?

"Nonsense! I think the boys would be happy to see you! Specially the third-years," he grins at you, "you're their homeroom teacher, aren't you?"

You nod meekly, "i'm new though. I just joined this semester."

"Oh, you're the one replacing Hikari-san?"

"Yes."

"Ah great! We needed some fresh blood in the Arts Department--"

"SENSEI! YOU CAME!" Hinata practically bounds towards you like a stray dog ready to be petted, "I'm going to play so well tonight! Honestly, you need to look out for my killer spikes! I've trained so hard for it--"

"Shut up, Hinata-boke," Karasuno's ace setter, Kageyama, snaps at the ginger. He then gives you a little bow in greeting, "morning, sensei."

"You shut up! Who do you think you are? I was talking to sensei--"

"I said SHUT UP!"

"YOU SHUT UP--"

"Sorry about that," a familiar alto reaches your ears and you turn, stumbling back a little upon seeing Tsukishima behind you, "they hate each other's guts."

"I see that," you dquint up at him, "you didn't grow over the one day I didn't see you, right?"

He smirks, "who knows?"

You swat his shoulder playfully, "I don't think you'd be so cocky if you knew about your semester grades."

"I'm always in the top percentile."

"Not this time, Tsukishima-kun. Tell me," you throw him a sidelong glance, "is it volleyball that's distracting you? Or..." your voice lowers dramatically, "are you actually going out with someone?"

You relish in the way heat spreads over his face, though he decides that staying quiet is the best option, mumbling that he'll come by your office to figure out what went wrong.

And he might be a sarcastic, snobby young man. But you know that deep inside -- and from poring over Tsukishima's stufent records -- that he's had some issues with his older brother.

Surprisingly, he keeps his promise, practically rolls into at the teacher's office as soon as the bell rings for lunch.

"Y/N sensei, I think he's looking for you," one of your colleagues call you out, to which you quickly scramble to usher in the said tall blonde.

He takes a seat next to your desk and you can't help but notice that it's too small for him as you pull up his school record and his student documents.

"Right," you click on his name and his file pops up, a staggering line of beautiful As and A stars, "well, you've been pretty consistent since first-year, which is good because universities are bound to look out for your entire college history."

He makes a sound of acknowledgment, folds his too-long legs and adjusts his headphones.

"However, as from this year, you've dropped from the 90th percentile into the 75th in most subjects," you spare him a glance, but his eyes are fixed on the monitor before you, "do you see that?"

He nods. Good. So at least he's aware and he's not arguing. A good start.

"Okay," leaning back into your chair and swivelling to face him, you lean forward and allow yourself to read his features.

Then, in the most gentle voice possible, you ask:

"Are you okay, Tsukishima-kun?"

He doesn't answer. Not instantly, anyway. You notice his hand picking at the skin off his palm and wish to grab it, pry his fingers open. A nervous tick of his, surely.

There must be something else, something that's going on.

"Look," you try once more, "I'm not going to ask you what it is that is going on. That's your private matter. But if it's affecting your grades, that's not a good thing, especially someone who easily kept them up throughout those three years."

You search his eyes in hopes of finding something there, but his gaze is glued onto the wooden surface of your tabletop. Behind you is the usual cacophony of teachers arguing, gossiping, anything really. But you pay no mind, eyes solely focused on the blonde before you.

"I just want you to know that you can talk to me, as cliché as that sounds," you continue in a gentle murmur, "if there's anything I can do, I will. Okay?"

A pause. Then, his head dips into a single nod.

"Okay," you smile, "see you then, Tsukishima-kun."

You turn back towards your desk as the said young man stands and strides past your desk, and you would've missed the silent gratefulness in his eyes if you hadn't turned back just in time to find him already watching you.

"Sensei."

"Yes?"

He hesitates, before saying, "thanks."

You swear something in your heart flutters as you smile back at him, "pleasure."

----

It doesn't occur to you that Tsukishima is a man. Not when you're surrounded by a horde of manchildren every day of the week and plus, teachers have boundaries. You're one to follow them to the letter.

So it takes you by surprise one day, during the annual volleyball camp where you'd volunteered, when he acts like one.

It's nine in the evening on the second day of camp, and it becomes increasingly clear from the amount of work around the volleyball court that you're not about to go to bed anytime soon. You hear Ukai's voice fill the empty space when he calls out your name, looking up just in time to be greeted with his grin and a takeaway box of food.

(Not that you'd volunteered just because free food was in the deal. Not at all)

"Hey," he says as he reaches your side, "you missed dinner."

"Yeah sorry, got caught up trying to clean this mess," you gesture to the sea of volleyballs littering the court.

Ukai grimaces, "they're the ones who are supposed to do that. Come on, I'll give them a good scream and a few push-ups."

"I think they're all knocked out anyway," you chucklec "it's alright. I'm almost done--"

"No no, hold on and take this," he thrusts the takeaway box in your hands before you can protest jogs away with a yell, "gimme a sec and they'll come to you!"

You laugh, "thanks for the food!"

Returning back to the chore at hand, you sigh and with renewed energy to keep going, you crouch down to pick up two balls at once. The quicker you're done with this, the quicker you'll get to your mattress laid down for female managers and teachers respectively. It sounds glorious when you think about it now.

"Need help?"

Yelping in shock, you lose balance and topple onto your butt. You look up to see Tsukishima, ball in hand, looking like he just got out of the shower.

Soft blonde tendrils curl over his forehead, still wet and spiky, towel thrown carelessly over his shoulders.

You straighten up, a slight scowl on your face, "Ukai told you to come over?"

"No," he tilts his head as he extends a hand to help you up. You take it gratefully, "I heard someone talking to themselves. Turns out it was you."

"I knew it was too true. Tsukishima-kun would never help out on his own," you hate the fact that you have to crane your neck to look up at him. Your hand still feels warm from his touch, "so, what's up with you roaming around in the dark?"

He has the decency to flush slightly, "I was showering."

"Oh were you now? Not secretly meeting up with anyone in the dark?" You tease as you resume picking up balls. After a bout of hesitation, Tsukishima follows, "you know you can tell me right? I was your age once."

"No offense sensei, but you look the same age as us," he throws ball after ball into the metal basket with effortless grace, "and no, I'm not meeting anyone after dark."

"Well I'm still older than you," you scowl, "and you should! Why not? This is the prime time for you to explore what love is."

"Barely older," he retorts, "also, weren't you the one telling me that I should be focusing on my grades?"

"Yeah but I mean, you're not right? That's not what's causing your grades to slip."

He scowls behind his glasses, "I don't need a reminder of that, sensei."

"Ah come on, lighten up a little! You know, when I was your age--"

He interrupts you with a snort. But you continue on:

"--when I was your age, I remember failing my mocks because I was too invested in making money."

"You worked?"

"As a waitress. Used to clean tables and get screamed at. But it was worth the money, considering my financial situation," a sad smile etches across your lips at the thought as you continue picking your way through the balls, "my family wasn't well off. It was a tough time."

There's silence while you finish stacking all balls into the metal cart, and you realize that maybe you've gone too far.

You try to quickly remedy the situation with a joke, "but all's well that ends well. That was a long time ago. So when I say I understand you, I mean it-- Whoa hold up!" You blink, "you can actually hold a ball with one hand?!"

He cocks an eyebrow at you, turning the ball in his hand with ease, "you're the one with tiny hands, sensei."

"I do not!" You protest by holding your hand out against the light of the gym court, "they're normal sized. You're the one with giant monster hands."

Tsukishima holds his hand out beside yours, which makes difference is even clearer.

"Damn, what did you eat to get so big?" You ask.

"Didn't eat."

"Liar," tilting your head up, you're struck by seeing his chin, his face closer than you would've liked.

Not that you're planning to.

If you tilt your head further back, you can lean onto his chest.

Voices suddenly echo through the gymnasium and you jump away from Tsukishima, face suddenly warming up at how close you actually were as Hinata and Kageyama appear in your field of vision. But it's okay, because they're distracted by their bickering as usual and barely assess what had just happened, allowing you to murmur out an excuse and slip away unnoticed.

His eyes find yours, and your breath suddenly stills.

It doesn't stop there. On the contrary, the moments just seem to double two-fold, especially when you're trying really hard to avoid him.

Like when you have a load of paperwork to carry from your class to your office desk, practically wobbling about on your heels until suddenly the pile is lifted out of your arms only to give way to a grumbling Tsukishima, already leading the way down the corridor.

Or when you're on duty and watching over the kids in the playground. He'd somehow pop up next to you, exchanging conversations about anything and everything.

"Not that I don't enjoy your company, Tsukishima-kun. But don't you want to talk to your friends during breaktime?" You glance down at the unopened juice box in his hand, "is that all you're having?"

He scowls, proceeding to open it up anyway as if he's being forced to do so, "I'm supposed to be training."

"Volleyball? Why aren't you then?"

"I needed a break."

There's a pause. The slightest hint that maybe something might be wrong with that sentence.

"Is volleyball not something you enjoy?" You ask gently.

He takes a moment, honey-eyed gaze overlooking the football field as he leans back against the building wall, "I'm not sure. Why do I have to put so much effort in a hobby?" He shrugs half-heartedly, `it's just volleyball."

"Well, if it makes you happy, why shouldn't you?"

Surprised, his eyes flick to yours and once again you're struck by the intensity of his stare.

You look away, decide to focus your gaze on a bunch of boys laughing at each other instead, "do you like Volleyball, Tsukishima-kun?"

He bristles. Takes another pause.

"I don't know."

A smile dances across your lips then, "maybe you should start with asking yourself that question."

You know, in the depths of your heart, that you shouldn't be engaging in such conversations with one of your top students. Tsukishima is bright, always on top of his grades despite his small slip at the beginning of the year. He can go far, can reach far, if he wants to.

But you don't want him to regret his choices. You don't want him to go down a path just because society said so.

A few days after your conversation finds you deep in administrative work at your desk, where Tsukishima finds you on the brink of a breakdown.

"Oh, hey Tsukishima-kun," you hope he doesn't notice the blue aprons underneath your eyes.

Rubbing your face and taking a deep breath, you try for a smile when you look up at him, "what's up?"

He presses his lips together, eyes glancing back and forth as if to make sure the office is devoid of people.

You gesture towards the chair, "why don't you sit down?"

He does and you continue, "anything you need? Wouldn't expect you to still be around at--" you sneak a peak at your watch, "--five in the evening on a Friday."

"I could say the same for you."

Grinning, you hold up your to-do list for him to see, "as you can see, I have quite an extensive list of things to do so. And you?"

He waits a moment, "can I...talk to you?"

"Oh," you straighten instantly, sympathy filling you at how lost he seems to be, "sure, yeah. What's on your mind?"

Tsukishima picks at his finger pads, probably nervous since he's not one to talk about his feelings to anyone. To say that you're glad he's opening up to you is an understatement.

When he speaks next, his voice is rough, filled with an emotion you can't quite place.

"My brother was a volleyball player."

You blink, "really?"

His head dips into a nod, "I...I always admired him, when I was younger."

You don't think you've ever heard Tsukishima speak for so long and yet, as he told you how his disappointment in his brother's lies influenced his outlook on volleyball, how he thought it was stupid for one to even place such importance on a sport that barely did anything for him, you can't help but catch a glimpse of the frail, self-conscious child trapped in a young man's body, still confused and still hurt by the happenings of his past.

The silence that prevails once he's done is heavy, laden with the thick coat of unease and awkwardness that causes your heart to squeeze painfully.

It's like a trigger.

A trigger you've pulled.

You bite down onto your lower lip and lean your arms onto your desk, towards the said blonde, as you speak softly, "what is it that you want to tell me, Tsukishima-kun?"

You might have imagined the way he leans into your touch, just a little.

Because as soon as these words leave your mouth, his head turns away from you as silent tears cascade down his cheeks in silvery hot trails. A mixture of shock and hurt jolts you forward to grab a tissue, hold it out to him in a silent gesture of comfort.

He takes it, tears now barely concealed as his shoulders jump up and down with emotion, taking off his glasses to cry into his palms. The weight finally falls and Tsukishima crumbles underneath its heaviness and, as sympathy slowly engulfs your chest and causes tears to prick the back of your eyes, your hand reaches out to his shoulder.

His bluntness stings the air. There's so much anger, so much resentment in such a simple sentence. It makes your jaw clench. Something squeezes in your heart.

"I don't want to be like him."

"You're not your brother," you're quick to interrupt firmly, willing him to look into your eyes. He does after a moment, when your words finally catch his attention, "You're not him, and your love for volleyball has nothing to do with you being like your brother. You two are two different people. But that's not the point here, is it?"

"Tsukishima-kun," you murmur out as your hand smoothes over his shoulder, "I --"

His eyes searches your gaze and you almost forget to breathe because god damn, Tsukishima's eyes are even more mesmerizing when they're glistening like fresh teardrops.

Tsukishima continues, finally breaking through whatever shell that had been keeping him chained up inside his own mind, "I don't want to end up so disappointed that I waste my life. I don't want to be him. I don't want to love volleyball like he did, and--"

"What's important to ask yourself is whether you love volleyball or not. Isn't it?"

He wipes his cheek with the back of his hand. He sniffles, then blows his nose into the tissue you gave him.

"I love volleyball."

Those words trigger affection in you, and you can't help but break into a smile at how genuine he sounds.

"Then that should be enough for now, right?" you say.

"Right," he croaks.

It takes him a little more time to calm down and you sit by his side through it all, gently rubbing up and down his shoulder while whispering words of comfort.

"You'll be okay," you tell him with tenderness lacing your tone, "you don't have to figure it out right now."

"I know," he sniffles, before a sigh escapes his lips. Though his eyes are red-rimmed, it seems as though he's finally relieved himself of the things that were worrying him.

"Do you want something to drink? I'll get you some tea," you make a move to stand from your chair, only for a hand to grasp your wrist.

You look back at Tsukishima, who doesn't look at you as he rasps out, "wait."

Your body halts, air catching in your throat.

Silence. Then, a small tug.

You stumble, until you feel his temple press against your side. Heat spreads through the back of your neck like wildfire.

You don't dare breathe. You don't dare move.

If one was to see the two of you, you'd be treading in hot, boiling water.

Tsukishima's breaths are warm as they fan against your arm and his grip merely tightens, as if hoping you won't pull away and take that moment of selfishness from him.

But you know that fighting would be futile. Not when he's so tormented and practically battling against himself. If there's one moment where you can step out of being a teacher and acting as a normal human being would, it's right now.

So you allow your arm, the one he's gripping, to slide out of his hold. Then, you gently rest your hand along the back of his head, smoothing over his blonde strands and marveling at how soft it feels under your touch.

"You'll be okay," you keep on repeating it like a mantra, "you'll be okay. I promise."

----

He avoids you like the plague after that.

And though you should've guessed this would happen, it still stings to think that his first reaction is to scamper away from the one person whom he'd allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

Oh you catch glimpses of him in homeroom. Most of the time, he's either asleep or not present at all, getting into the habit of coming late maybe to skip seeing your face altogether. It hurts more than you'd like to admit; the fact that Tsukishima is too ashamed to even look at you in the face.

You know you did nothing wrong (apart from maybe accepting his touch) but why does this feel so wrong to you?

"Y/n sensei?"

You jolt out of your bubble, surprised to find coach Ukai gazing down at you with amusement.

"What's up, sensei? You lookin' a little green."

"I'm alright," you swallow thickly, before trying for a smile, "and you?"

His smile drifts away, "did something happen?"

"No, just--"

"Student problems?"

Pressing your lips together, you briefly debate whether to ask him about the said young man running through your mind.

“Tsukishima-kun,” you start off quietly, “he’s been acting really off these days so I couldn’t help but wonder if he’s okay. He’s also in my homeroom class but you know how he is,” you try to laugh it off, “he’s not one to talk about his feelings.”

“You’re right,” Ukai hums, “he’s built like a brick wall, that one.”

You let out a small chuckle, “so you don’t know what’s going on either?”

“Not that I can think of, unfortunately,” Ukai peers down at you with a raised eyebrow, “though…he’s not one to be impulsive. Maybe you should ask him directly. He might talk to you. You’re his homeroom teacher after all.”

Ukai’s right. You do have that authority. And you intend to use it.

It’s a few days right after the last lesson for the day that you manage to corner the tall blonde right in the middle of practice just as he’s coming out of the changing rooms. He’s just as surprised to see you, blinking down at your face as a small frown settles between his eyebrows.

“Sensei?”

“Hey, Tsukishima-kun,” you offer him a small smile, what you hope is a gesture of friendliness, “can we have a chat?”

It takes a moment before he nods, and proceeds to follow you outside the gymnasium as a trickle of first-years run past in a flurry of excited voices. You round the corner, find a private spot where you can lean against the wall. Tsukishima copies your movements and you’re all too aware of his hot, searing gaze intent on your face. He has a way of looking, with those honeydew eyes of his, that makes your skin prickle, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in alert.

“What is it, sensei?” He asks after a long bout of silence in which you’re still trying to contemplate what to say. If there’s anything to say.

Biting down on your lip as you try and organize your thoughts, you start off by asking, “how have you been?’

He’s stiff. You can see it in his muscles, in the tension in his jaw.

“Fine.”

Fine. Just fine.

You shuffle from one foot to the other, “I was just asking since…you know, it’s been a rough couple of days for you and—“

“I’m fine, sensei.”

He cuts you off with such icy coldness it makes you flinch, and for a second, remorse flashes across his face, before it settles back into a nonchalant stare.

“Alright,” you manage to clench your jaw in hopes that your lips wouldn’t tremble from the sudden sting of tears at the corner of your eyes, before nodding and pushing yourself off the wall, “alright then. Have a good day, Tsukishima-kun.”

Turning your head back to Tsukishima, you don’t dare meet his eye for fear of what you might see there.

So you stride off without looking back, not at all ready for the hand that catches the back of your elbow and makes you stumble back.

“Please,” your voice shakes with emotion, “let go of me.”

You were all too aware of how people like Tsukishima worked; they bite when they don’t mean to, just like angry dogs abandoned by their owners, and you know that talking to him when he’s still feeling so humiliated will do more harm than gone.

He does as told, even takes a step back as if to give you space. That’s when you turn to face him fully.

“Yes?”

It’s him that’s biting his lower lip this time, looking away as a hand comes up to scratch the back of his head. Gone is the sourly-faced Tsukishima and in his place, is a tall kid embarrassed by his earlier behavior. It almost looks like he’s getting ready for a scolding.

“Sorry sensei,” he takes a breath, “I…didn’t mean that.”

“Good. As you should.”

Another pause where you don’t quite know what to say, and him neither it seems.

When you speak next, your tone is softer, “and how have you really been?”

Tsukishima needs time, and you find that out when slowly, but surely, he starts answering your questions with more elaborate responses. You prod, and he gives, and the more you do, the more comfortable he seems to become with opening up to you; he tells you about how your conversation has got him thinking about what he wishes to do in life, about how it’s impossible to look at his brother in the face after every volleyball practice, about how he wishes he didn’t even like volleyball in the first place and when you laugh, he flushes red and mutters that talking to you is just another form of embarrassment.

“I’m your sensei,” you keep on chuckling, “of course I want to know these things. What would I be here for, otherwise?”

He mumbles something too soft for you to hear and you grin, cocking your head to the side, “what was that?”

“You don’t feel like it.”

You blink, “feel like what?”

Honey-gold eyes lock on yours.

“You don’t feel like a sensei.”

The words struggle to make sense in your head.

And then…it clicks.

“Oh,” your face suddenly feels incredibly hot and uncomfortable and— had someone turned on the heat? “Uhm…I mean, that’s a—uhm…”

He doesn’t respond, though he doesn’t need to.The silence, the way his eyes search your face…suddenly, everything is speaking volumes. Every action, every single word is amplified with a multitude of unspoken possibilities.

This is not right, your mind chimes, this is not right at all.

And yet, your heart starts beating faster. So much so that your eyes drop to the ground and away from the said blonde in question.

You're too wrapped up in your own head that you jump as he steps forward, backs you into the wall and making it imppssible not to comply.

"I--" the words get stuck in the back of your throat, "Tsukishima-kun, you shouldn't--we shouldn't--"

But your words dissolve atop your tongue as soon as your eyes find his, and in his orbs you feel the jaggered emotion that rests there, the intensity of that sudden desire that makes you giddy and terrified at the same time. Without warning, his hand reaches out and, with just a beat of hesitation, curls a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

This action sends your heart sky-rocketing to the moon. You can’t breathe, for fear that doing so would make someone catch you out.

“Tsukishima-kun,” your voice, which you’d hoped would come out as warning, is merely a soft, broken murmur of stuttered words. “That’s—you can’t—do that.”

He stays quiet, still eyeing you like you’re the pivotal axis around which revolves his entire universe.

“OI TSUKISHIMA—Oh! Y/N Sensei?”

A yelp tangles at the back of your throat the moment you stagger to the side, away from the said young man as your eyes find Yamaguchi’s confused ones, “Tsukishima-kun was just—uhm— he was helping me! Fix my hair! Right?”

You throw the blonde a look, but he just keeps on gazing down at you wordlessly as you force out a laugh, “a—anyway, I was just talking about Tsukishima’s university applications. But I’ll be off—right now actually! See you tomorrow!”

And you dash away without looking back, and willing to ignore the way your heart and your mind seem to replay that earlier moment again and again like a broken video record.

——————

What is this? What is going on here?

“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Kuroo breaks you out of your bubble by sticking a cool beer can by your cheek. You yelp, slapping his shoulder in response before realizing that you’ve been mumbling to yourself out loud for the past fifteen minutes of arriving at Kuroo’s doorstep.

He’d taken one look at your face and knew that there was something not quite right about the way your cheeks flushed, or the way you kept avoiding eye contact and shuffling your feet like a child ready to be scolded for something you knew hadn’t been right.

“You need to tell me what’s going on,” Kuroo cracks open his own beer, chugging one large gulp and sighing in relief as he falls back onto the couch, “for me to know how I can help out.”

You sip on your own beer, still distracted by the memory of Tskushima’s fingers against your cheekbone, playing with your hair.

“Hello?” Kuroo’s knee nudges yours, “earth to Y/N? Or did you lose yourself on the way?”

He realizes you’re not chuckling at his lame joke as you usually would. Sitting up and taking a better look at your face, he prods you once more, “hey c’mon. Just tell me. What happened? What’s got you so upset?”

“I’m not upset,” you mumble.

“Oh finally,” he says with a roll of his eyes, “she speaks.”

“It’s just—“ your teeth settle upon your bottom lip, nibbling as you continue, “you know Tsukishima Kei right? You remember you told me you played against him last year?”

“Yeah?” He drags the word out expectantly, “and?”

You recount him the summary of the story, leaving out the part where you thought your heart was about to burst out of your chest and how flustered you were afterwards that you’d found refuge in the women’s staff bathroom, a hand on your chest and the other atop your cheek.

Kuroo’s eyes are wide by the time you’re done. He gapes at you like you’ve just grown another pair of eyes and the attention is irritating.

“What?” You snap, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“Wait—you’re talking about Tsukishima…the blonde dude with glasses?”

“The very one.”

“You mean to say—hold on, let me rephrase this correctly,” he sounds like he’s having so much fun you wish to bash his head in with the beer can in your hand. You decide to sip on your drink instead, “you’re saying that Tsukishima Kei, the guy who’s always scowling and hates socializing with people, actually likes you?”

“I think he likes me,” you correct him, “there’s a difference.”

“Oh shit,” and you watch in horror as a grin splits across your cousin’s face, “nooo shit. Tsukishima, crushing on you.”

“You’re not helping, Kuroo.”

“Sorry,” he shakes his head, “it’s just—Tsukishima. God. I never thought he’d be the one. So? Do you like him back?”

“That’s not the point!”

“Oh,” Surprise spreads over Kuroo’s features as he takes in yours, “you like him too, don’t you?”

“I--No, I mean--"

"You do."

"I--"

Kuroo bursts out laughing in your face as embarrassment flames up through your face and suddenly, the room gets a little hotter with every passing second.

"This isn't funny," you scowl, "this is wrong in every way possible--"

"And yet..." Kuroo throwa you a pointed look, "you're not completely against the idea. Or am I wrong here?"

His question stabs you right in the chest as the reality, the dangerous territory suddenly starts to seep into you. You can get arrestes for encouraging this kind act, even go to jail if things get out of hand.

Kuroo probably notices the sudden silence on your end, for he leans over to give your shoulder a little pat, "hey, don't worry. Just ignore him if you think that's best for you."

"It's not that easy," you mutter into your beer, "I care about him, but I obviously can't let this go further than it should."

"I'd say that's a bit harsh, considering that this is Tsukishima we're talking about. It must've taken one heck of courage to man up like he did--"

"I'm his teacher, tetsurou," you calling him by his first name gets his attention. He knows you're not playing around, "that's just not right."

And will never be, no matter how much you look at it.

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A/N: Part 2 up soon!

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haikyuuincorrecttrash · 2 years

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and now let's imagine that Tsukishima bought lenses, and for the first time he came to the gym without glasses:

tanaka, whispering to nishinoya: who is this tall dude? it's his first time in the gym...

nishinoya, whispering in response: probably it's Tsukishima's brother, but what is he doing here?

tsukishima, approaching them: are you really so stupid or are you pretending?

tanaka, offended: this senior tsukishima is the same asshole as Tsukishima himself.

Tsukishima: *a look full of misunderstanding* and what should I do about it?

Yamaguchi: just ignore it, tsukki.

tanaka: TSUKKI?!?!?!!?

nishinoya: SO THIS IS OUR TSUKISHIMA?!?!!

Hinata: kageyama-kun, something has changed in tsukishima today, don't you think so?

Kageyama, not looking at Tsukishima: I don't like him.

Hinata: maybe he changed his hairstyle?

Kageyama, still not looking at Tsukishima: I don't like him.

Sugawara: he just took off his glasses, Hinata *ruffles his head* hey, Tsukishima, maybe we'll put your glasses in a museum as a keepsake? *giggles*

tsukishima, contemptuously: Do you have a museum???

sugawara: no, but it's not a sin to create one for such an occasion.

Tsukishima, snorts: I'll wear glasses in a couple of days. the previous ones broke down *angrily squints at Yamaguchi* while I'm wearing lenses.

Kiyoko: if it calms them down, I can lend you mine.

Tanaka and Nishinoya: WILL WE SEE KIYOKO-SAN WITHOUT GLASSES?!

asahi: Tsukishima looks even more formidable without glasses...

daichi, hitting Asahi on the back: don't be afraid, asahi, you're already big.

Tsukishima: the lack of my glasses is a complete disaster. I hope they'll make new ones for me soon.

hinata, making his way to yamaguchi while tsukishima walked away: yamaguchi, have you ever seen Tsukishima without glasses?

yamaguchi, looking lovingly at Tsukishima across the hall: nope.

Hinata: then how can you be so calm?

Yamaguchi: well, I'm in fucking shock!!! but tsukki doesn't need to know about it.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu incorrect quotes #tsukishima kei #karasuno #yamaguchi tadashi #hinata shoyuo #kageyama tobio #karasuno incorrect quotes #sugawara kōshi #daichi sawamura #tanaka ryuunosuke #suga mama #nishinoya yū #azumane asahi

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fanfic-chan · 2 years

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For the tickletober thing I saw death spot was opened and since you wanted Haikyuu can you maybe do Lee!Kageyama and ler!Hinata? I love them so much lol.

Day 8: Death Spot

Lers!Hinata,Ennoshita/Lee!Kageyama

"C'mon Kageyama-kun~", just say you'll play Monopoly with us already and I'll let you go!"

Hinata teased, watching in delight as the first hesitant giggles started to slip from his best friend's lips whether he wanted them to or not.

"N-N-Nehehehever you idiot, I'm nohohohot playing sohohohome silly board gahahahames with yohohou!!" Kageyama growled through his evergrowing laughter, remaining stubborn despite how badly he wanted to surrender and make the redhead stop tickling him.

In all honesty, he wouldn't really mind playing with the rest of them all that much. Heck, even Tsukishima was playing, albeit only because he was the only first year who was really qualified to play the banker, and because Yamaguchi had asked him to.

Really, there was only one reason why he was still refusing at this point; He just simply didn't want to let Hinata win.

And so, he stayed strong.

Ughhh! Alright that's it!" Hinata snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration while Kageyama immediately took the break for what it was and rolled over onto his side to catch his breath, "Ok, can someone come hold his arms for me? I've got one more idea..."

Wait, what did he-

Oh.

"Oh nooo..." Kageyama groaned, curling himself up even further as nervous giggles started bubbling in his throat once more...

"Oh yesss..." Hinata responded back teasingly, wiggling a single finger into his side just to mess with him while he waited for someone to come assist, and he took great pride in the way the other boy twitched and started to laugh at the contact.

Kageyama couldn't help but whine when he suddenly felt someone grabbing onto his wrists just as the redhead had asked, and he looked up to see just who had decided to betray him, only to be completely caught off guard when he saw who it was. Hinata seemed just as surprised.

"Ennoshita-san?!" They both blurted out at the same time, blinking in bewilderment at their future captain as he carefully tugged the youngest first years arms above his head, Kageyama barely even bothering to fight it as he tried to process the unexpected betrayal. Tanaka or Noya he could see, maybe even Tsukishima if he was feeling particularly mean, but Ennoshita?!

"What? We've been waiting for you two to start for a long while now. I'm just helping to speed things up is all." He said, a small mischievous smile tugging at his lips, "Well Hinata? Are you gonna get him or not?"

"O-Oh right! Here I come Bakageyama!!" The little redhead declared, seemingly shaken out of his moment of confusion as he lunged at the setter and started clawing at his knees.

The reaction was almost instant.

"EEEEEYAHAHAHA!! NO!! NOOO HINATAHAHAAAAA WAIT!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEEERE!!" He cackled, trying and failing to rip his way out of Ennoshita's grip as he tried to kick the smaller guy off, but Hinata was nothing if not persistent, and it seemed that without the use of his arms, he had no hope of escaping until he admitted defeat.

Things only got worse from there when Ennoshita decided to switch both his hands into one and used the other free one to pinch at his shoulders, switching from one side to the other whenever he tried to scrunch up and block him out.

"OKAY! OKAYOKAHAHAY FINE!! YOU WIHIHIHIHIN!! I'LL PLAHAHAHAY YOUR DUHUHUMB BOARD GAHAHAHAMES YOU IDIOT!! NOHOHOHOW STOHOHOHOHOP!!" He relented, and immediately they released him, sitting back a little to let him breathe. "E-Ehehehe... You guhuhuys suhuhuck..."

"There. Now was that so hard?" Hinata laughed smugly a few minutes later as he reached out to hand his exhausted teammate his waterbottle, only to yelp when the ravenette suddenly grabbed his wrist instead with a vengeful look in his eyes.

"Hey, Ennoshita-san, if you help me hold him down, I promise I won't come after you too later." Kageyama said with a grin, and Hinata gulped when he saw the older teen nod and start crawling over towards them again.

Look's like monopoly was going to have to wait a little longer afterall...

#tickletober 2022 #sfw #sfw tickling #ler!hinata #ler!ennoshita #lee!kageyama

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rosy-126 · 1 day

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Somewhere In The Universe (Is Where You Lay)

Tsukishima knew he felt emotions differently. Yet, there was one person he loved. But Tsukishima could never get the courage to confess to Yamaguchi. Maybe what he need was a break. A get away vacation to clear he head. Meanwhile, Yamaguchi was driving home from work. It had been a tough day and he was tired and a bit distracted. Suddenly another car collided with his. His car spun out of control and the driver side of the car hit a light pole. It damaged Yamaguchi’s brain and he passed out.

When he awoke again, he was in the hospital. “He’s awake,” Shoyo yelled, “Look Kageyama-kun!” Kageyama strode over to the bed, “Give Yamaguchi some space, boke.” “Where’s Tsuki?” Yamaguchi asked instantly. “He’s still on the plane. I messaged him so he’ll see it when he lands,” Kageyama replied. Yamaguchi just nodded.

Tsukishima took out his phone. It had been a 10 hour flight after all. There was a swarm of notifications. He read the most recent text. “Yamaguchi got into a car crash. He’s in the hospital.” Kageyama had sent the text a few hours ago. Tsukishima broke down. Was Yamaguchi ok? Surely he wouldn’t die. Right? Tsukishima made plans to catch the next available flight to Miyagi. Sadly the next available flight was in a few days. Hopefully Yamaguchi wouldn’t leave him before that.

Yamaguchi had been informed his current status. He would only last a few days. The brain injury was incurable.

As soon as he landed, Tsukishima took off running to the hospital. He knew Yamaguchi wouldn’t last much longer. Kageyama and Shoyo were there. They sat with Yamaguchi who was in bed and sleeping. “We’ll give you two a minute,” Kageyama said. He motioned for Shoyo to follow. Once the pair had left Tsukishima slowly made his way to Yamaguchi. “Hey Tadashi,” Tsukishima nudged him a bit to attempt to wake him up. Yamaguchi opened his eyes, “Tsuki!” His smile was so comforting to Tsukishima. “I know you don’t have long Tadashi till…” Tsukishima paused to find the right words, “But… I wanted to say… I love you.” Yamaguchi’s eyes widened and his eyes started watering, “I love you too Tsuki!” Tsukishima wrapped Yamaguchi in a tight embrace. Soon they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

It was dead silent when Tsukishima woke up. He saw Shoyo crying in the corner of the room and he realized. Yamaguchi was gone. “I’m sorry,” Kageyama seemed to be holding back his tears too. “I love you. Please come back,” but the prayer was never answered.

It had been a week since Yamaguchi’s passing. Tsukishima couldn’t bear to attend the funeral. He couldn’t stand the thought of Yamaguchi getting lowered into a coffin and getting buried. So he sat alone in his room. “Somewhere in the universe. Somewhere in the universe you’ll be happy. We could be together,” Tsukishima thought, “Somewhere in the universe is where you lay. Rest well my angel.”

I might extend it if this gets more attention. My requests are open. I can make Haikyuu angst, one shots, and x readers.

#tsuk #Yamagu #Tsukiyama #Hina #Kagey #Haik #Angst #Haikyuu an #Tsukishima x #Hq #Sad fan

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lys-9-10 · 5 months

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Ch. 6 of "Connection"

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Preview: Tobio pulls out his milk and pops in the straw. He brings it to his lips for a sip—but a hand flashes out and snatches it from him.

Tobio gapes down at his empty hand. Then turns and gapes at Hinata. The scrub is chewing on the straw and smirking at him.

“Dumbass!” Tobio makes a grab for the milk. “That’s mine!”

Chortling, Hinata swats Tobio’s hand away and leans back, until he’s practically lying in Tsukishima’s lap. Tobio lunges towards him but Tsukishima shoves them both onto the floor.

“Ew. Go get a room if you guys want to tumble.”

Flushing, Tobio disentangles his limbs from Hinata’s and picks himself up off the ground. His hands twitch, but he doesn’t dare make another grab for the milk after Tsukishima’s comment.

“That’s my milk, dumbass,” he grits out instead.

Hinata sticks out his tongue, smugly. “Deal’s a deal, Kageyama-kun. I know math isn’t your strong suit, but surely even you know that ten is not eleven.”

“I literally—!” Tobio breaks off. He’d been about to retort that he gave Yachi multiple compliments at the end of practice and Hinata only counted them as one ... But Yachi is sitting right there. He doesn’t want her to think the compliments weren’t sincere, if she knew he was put up to it. As hard as they were for Tobio to get out, they were sincere.

“Fine,” Tobio mutters through clenched teeth. “Keep the milk.”

He’ll bring two tomorrow.

They settle back into their seats. Hinata seems to think it’s funny to crowd Tobio on the bench, pushing him up against Tanaka and throwing his leg over Tobio’s thigh. Tobio elbows him. Hinata elbows him back, then takes a long, obnoxiously loud slurp of Tobio’s milk. His face twists in disgust. “Ew. You drink plain milk?”

Tobio stares, non-plussed. “Course I do. What else would I drink?” “Chocolate milk, obviously.”

Tobio scoffs.

Yachi’s voice pipes up, across from him. “I like strawberry milk, personally!”

Tobio looks up at her, brows arcing in surprise. She’s smiling at him, brightly—which just makes his brows push up further. By now, Tobio is used to seeing Yachi’s bright smiles pointed at Hinata ... But he’s quite sure he’s never been their subject before.

Tobio looks down and takes to assessing his lunch items.

... Like he said. Eating lunch here just gets weirder every day. --------------

“Hey, Miwa, have you started a grocery list for Wakano-san yet?”

Miwa looks up from her textbooks. She appears slightly startled at Tobio addressing her, but she smiles. “Yes, I have. It’s on the fridge if you want to add to it.” “Thanks.”

Tobio walks over to the fridge and locates the grocery list, pinned with a magnet. Next to it, there’s also a pen, hanging in a little magnetized pen holder. (Because Miwa has her shit together like that. It’s kind of annoying.)

Tobio pulls out the pen and jots down an item on the list. Chocolate milk.

Satisfied, he opens the fridge and grabs out one of his own superior plain milks. Popping in the straw, he sips it absently as he strolls over to the stairs. As he takes the first step up, however, a thought occurs to him.

Hm. Why not.Tobio walks back over to the fridge. Retrieving the pen, he adds: Strawberry milk.

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#re: the strawberry milk i feel like i should clarify this is not a polyship fic #tobio's just learning to be a nice person thats all #kagehina #kghn #shobio #tobio kageyama #yachi hitoka #shoyo hinata #haikyuu!!#hq

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pearlsephoni · 9 months

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Spiking Heartbeats: A Day in the Life

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationships: Platonic Karasuno First Years, pre-relationship Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi), pre-relationship Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Hitoka Yachi, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Tobio Kageyama, Original Child Character (Hinata's niece), Minor Original Characters, Asahi Azumane (cameo), Daichi Sawamura (cameo), Natsu Hinata (cameo)

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Some years later, the five unlikely friends are respected professors in their fields, known for their dedication to their patients and the learning opportunities they provide to the residents and interns in the hospital. But no matter how busy they get, they still find time to bring some teasing, bickering, and comfort to each other.

A/N: Written as part of a collaborative series with @/r0mantic-era of Haikyuu Hospital Playlist AU fics, featuring the Karasuno first years as the 99s! Originally published on AO3 on April 1st. Further author's notes can be found there.

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Mornings like these are rare for Hitoka. She could wake up and get ready for work at the same time as her boyfriend, get dropped off by him, and have time to spare to get a coffee before her first appointment of the day. Even rarer is the chance to walk into the hospital cafe and see—

"Tobio?"

She's used to the sight of his eyes jerking up from his phone with a look of panic, before he recognizes her and relaxes right back into his blank, accidentally-intimidating expression. "Oh, Yacchan."

"You can't keep looking so scared to talk to people," she laughs as she sits at his little table. "You're going to hurt someone's feelings."

"It's just my face," he mumbles, shoving a bite of omelette into his mouth. "You're here early."

"Mm-hm! Takuto wanted to drop me off today, since we had to get up at the same time!" She begins to take a sip of coffee, only to lower her cup when she notices Kageyama's brows furrowing. "Hey, be nice."

"I didn't say anything!"

"You don't need to!"

With that, Kageyama's features settle into the frown Hitoka knew they'd been resisting. "...I still don't like him."

"Well, I'm glad you and Kei finally have something to agree on," she sighs. "When's your next appointment?"

"Not for a while. I just finished a delivery. What about you?"

Hitoka hums as she looks at her watch. "Oh, shoot! Soon, I should go! See you!"

"Shee yo," Kageyama mumbles around another bite of omelette.

She only gets to the elevator before she hears someone call out, "Yacchan!"

"Hey, Tadashi!" Yamaguchi looks unusually harried, still combing his hair down from its usual tufts. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah! I lost track of time while prepping my lecture, and now I'm almost late for my first appointment."

"Oh, no," Hitoka sighs in sympathy. The elevator arrives, and they slip to the back together, letting nurses and residents fill in the rest of the car. "Would you like some coffee?"

Yamaguchi seamlessly takes her proffered cup, sips at the coffee, and returns it to her hand in the middle of straightening out his lab coat and making sure everything is in the correct pockets. "Oh, by the way, I wanted to talk to you about something I'm working on," he mutters in the quiet of the elevator. "Let me know when you get a free moment."

"Okay!"

The elevator dings at the second floor, and with one more smile, Yamaguchi weaves his way through the slower doctors and jogs down the hallway to his appointment room.

Something about seeing Kageyama be at his leisure while Yamaguchi is blustering around brings a smile to Hitoka's lips. Her smile lingers when she reaches her floor and makes her way to the neurology outpatient hall. "Hello, Mrs. Sakurai! Please, come in with me."

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"Ren-kun, don't you want to feel better? Let's get your shirt up, okay?"

The three-year-old lets out a long whine as he cringes away from the nurse's touch and pins his mother and Tadashi with a pout.

"Goodness," the mother sighs, adjusting her son's big teddy bear in her arms, "I don't know what's gotten into him today."

Tadashi is quiet for a moment, watching the toddler glower at him and biting back a smile, before an idea occurs to him. "Ohhhh, Mr. Bear!" he gasps theatrically. "What's wrong?"

He glances up from the bear to raise his brows at the mother, who thankfully catches on quickly. "Ohhhh, Doctor," she groans in a cartoonishly low voice, "my stomach's been hurting terribly! Can you help?"

"Hmmm, let's see!" Tadashi presses his stethoscope to the teddy's fuzzy belly and declares, "Oh dear, how do you feel now?"

"Oh, Doctor, I feel much better!"

"Wonderful! And what about you, ma'am?" He settles the stethoscope on the back of her hand where she's holding the teddy.

"Doctor! I feel great now!" she gasps in her regular voice.

"Good, good! Now whooooo's next, hm?" Tadashi dramatically looks over at Ren, who beams at him and raises his hand. "It's Ren-kun! C'mere, kiddo, can you lift your shirt for me?"

Once upon a time, Tadashi could barely make it through an appointment without his cheeks burning at the silly things he had to do to get his little patients to cooperate. Now it's just another part of the job, a simple way to make going to the hospital a little less stressful for their young minds.

By the time he's done with appointments, his throat is a touch sore from not only giving lengthy explanations to nervous parents, but also doing a series of silly, exaggerated voices to keep his patients distracted from the severity of their prognoses.

"Goodness, Doctor," the nurse, Sawamura, says with a soft laugh. "No wonder you always need tea after seeing outpatients."

Tadashi shoots him a sheepish grin around his mug of tea. "A small price to pay to make any part of this easier for them."

There aren't many outpatients in pediatrics today, giving him a rare chance to duck upstairs to his office and maybe even have a snack. If Tsukki is feeling generous, he might even have a chance to enjoy some of his expansive collection of sweets, kept secret within their group (though he bemoaned the possibility of Hinata, notorious swiper, helping himself to the sweets drawer).

As though summoned by his wandering thoughts, the elevator doors open to reveal Tsukishima himself, alone and slouched against the back wall with his head leaned back. "Tsukki!"

Tsukishima's eyes flash open, and with a jolt, he pushes himself upright, cheeks just barely rosy in the harsh elevator lighting. "Hey. You done with outpatients already?"

"Yep!" Tadashi can feel a wide, childlike smile pushing at his cheeks as he joins Tsukishima at the back of the car. "What're you doing here? I thought you had the day off?"

Tsukishima groans, eyes sliding shut and head knocking against the wall again. "I had to chew out some interns and make sure the patient could bounce back from their mistake."

Tadashi gives a low whistle. "That bad?"

"Mm." Eyes still closed, Tsukishima tilts towards Tadashi, leaning the slightest bit of weight against him. Tadashi's cheeks immediately tingle with warmth, even though he should be used to it by now. For as long as they've felt physically comfortable in their friendship, this has been Tsukishima's favorite way of silently seeking comfort from Tadashi, and Tadashi only: a silent lean that lets their sides press flush against each other.

The only thing that's changed is Tadashi's feelings towards Tsukishima. Not that Tsukki knows anything about that.

"Are you going home now?" he asks as he leans some weight back, fighting valiantly to keep his voice steady.

"No." Tsukishima slouches even more into Tadashi, until a laugh bursts from him and a tiny smile tugs at Tsukki's lips. "I've got another patient to check on. Then I might go home."

"Well…since you're here…"

Goldenrod eyes blink open over a small, knowing frown. "Yes, you can have some cookies, you little thief. D'you still have the extra key?"

"Yep! Thanks, Tsukki!"

The elevator slides to a stop with a cheery ding, but Tsukishima doesn't say anything until Tadashi has already stepped off and the doors begin shutting. "Don't let Hinata in!"

"He's not in today, relax!" Tadashi wouldn't have let him into Tsukki's office, anyway. Unsupervised snack drawer access was a privilege he enjoyed all on his own. And sometimes with Yachi. But mostly on his own.

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"What's going on?" Kei asks the moment he stepped into the ward, smearing on some hand cleanser.

The resident hurries up, already speaking by the time he reaches Kei’s side. “Doctor, the patient was hooked up to the ECMO, but she developed a pulmonary edema, so we had to intubate her. Her heart was barely beating when we checked her echo.”

Shit. Shiho’s been steadily improving, to the point that they were planning on getting her off of the ECMO and into a general ward. But if she’s regressed this badly… “Does her family know?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” That will make explaining the next steps a little easier.

When they approach Shiho’s bed, her mother is hovering over her, carefully tucking blankets around the sleeping 7-year-old. The sight makes Kei’s heart squeeze. It doesn’t matter how many years he works and how thick his skin is—the sight of little bodies dwarfed in hospital beds never gets easier.

He doesn’t know how Yamaguchi does it.

“Excuse me, ma’am. May I have a word?”

Shiho’s mother jolts upright and whirls around to face Kei. “Oh, hello, Doctor! Yes, of course.” The shadows under her eyes have gotten deeper since yesterday, and she seems unsteady on her feet as she follows Kei and the two interns to a quiet corner away from Shiho’s bed. Kei is almost tempted to set a steadying hand under her elbow, but he doesn’t dare.

“Shiho’s heart has worsened, Mrs. Suzui, to the point that she’s developed pulmonary edema,” he says once they come to a stop, never one to beat around the bush. He’s been on the other side of these interactions. He knows all any family member wants is to know how their loved one is doing. “She won’t be able to depend on the ECMO for much longer. An artificial heart would be better, especially in reducing the pressure on her left ventricle. She will need surgery either later today or tomorrow.”

"Oh, god," the mother gasps, eyes wide and wavering with tears. "Doctor, I…I really can't afford to pay for a surgery right now. Could we wait a week? I can get the money in a week! Please, please save her, I don’t…I don’t know what else to do…"

Anger sparks in Kei's chest—not at Shiho's mother, of course not, but at the injustice of it all, the choice between death and bankruptcy. "We really can't wait to operate," he sighs, trying to school his face into a gentler, if not fully reassuring, expression. "But don't worry about the costs, ma'am. The hospital has several welfare programs—we can inform them about your daughter's case, and they will provide you with whatever financial assistance they can." Over his shoulder, he tells Azumane Asahi, one of the interns shadowing him that morning, “You go look into it.”

Shiho’s mother’s face crumples into the tears she's been fighting against so valiantly. "Thank you, Doctor! Thank you so much!" she weeps, dipping into bows with her hands clasped over her chest.

"We're just doing our job, ma'am." He bends into a bow of his own, before looking over his shoulder and frowning at the sight of Azumane still lingering there. "What're you doing? Go call them!"

Azumane jolts, giving a hasty bow and stammering, "R-right!"

Kei keeps an eye on him as he hurries out of the ward while digging his phone out of his pocket. Yeah…that kid has no idea who to call.

Sure enough, when Kei finishes explaining the needed surgery to the patient's mother, he leaves the ward and sees Azumane frantically typing on his phone. He’s a tall, sturdy guy, with long brown hair pulled into a bun and a neatly-trimmed goatee. But he never looks as intimidating as he could, because he’s almost always curled in on himself with doubt and anxiety. He looks positively hunchbacked now.

Kei feels for him. He does. He remembers when Yamaguchi and Yachi were always ten seconds away from a panic attack as interns. But there isn’t time for nerves in this field. The sooner Azumane learns that, the better.

With a sigh, Kei dials the number to the social services office and approaches Azumane. "I'm doing the operation tomorrow, and now I have to call social services. What exactly do you do around here?"

While Azumane stammers an apology, the line connects, and Kei's voice takes on a well-practiced tone of polite pleasantry. "Hello, this is Tsukishima Kei from Cardiothoracic Surgery. We have a pediatric case that needs financial aid, would assistance from the Fly High Fund be possible? Yes, just a moment."

Sharp eye contact is all the warning Kei gives Azumane before he tosses the phone at him and walks away. In his wake, he can hear Azumane beginning explaining the details of the surgery, voice finally steady and sure.

Well…at least he made sure to study the case.

Even though he has nothing else scheduled for the day, he decides to get lunch at the hospital cafe, just in case something else comes up. Better to be a few floors away than have to turn back around on the drive home.

The path from his regular elevator to the cafe takes him past the ER waiting room, an area he usually disregards if he hasn't been specifically called. Today, though, he stumbles mid-step, eyes catching on a terribly familiar mop of ginger hair.

"Shrimp?"

🩺

Shoyo loves his niece. Really, he does. Sure, when Natsu first announced her pregnancy, he was mostly relieved to no longer bear the pressure of providing their mother with a grandchild. But the little girl showed signs of that special Hinata charm from her first burbles, and now, at four years old, she already knows how to best wield her words in a way that even Shoyo has a hard time saying no to.

Sometimes, he wishes he could actually say no. Even if he is the cool, fun uncle, Kasumi really needs to learn how to take no as an answer. Maybe then they wouldn't play tea party every time Shoyo babysat her, costumes and all. And maybe then he wouldn't be standing in the ER waiting room of the hospital he works at with a plastic silver tiara superglued to his head.

“Uncle…Uncle Shoooooo…” He looks down at his pulled hand, and sees Kasumi gazing up at him with big, dark eyes. Her black hair is pulled into pigtails, and she’s still wearing her own gold tiara with gaudy pink jewels. “I’m really sorry!”

“It’s okay, Sumi-chan,” Shoyo sighs with a tired smile. They’ve been through this conversation ten times in the past hour, because the poor thing inherited the trademark Hinata anxiety along with their charisma. “You wanted to help keep the tiara on. Just…there’s a reason Mommy doesn’t let you use that glue.”

“I know.” She pouts and leans into him, her cheek squishing into his arm. “I’m sorry.”

He strokes his free hand over her head as he looks around the dwindling patients in the ER waiting room. It’s not that he thinks he deserves special privileges just because he works here, but really now…how long does it take to find someone to get this tiara off? The superglue will be tricky, especially where the tiara is stuck to his forehead, but it’s nothing this hospital hasn’t handled before.

“Alright, that’s it!” he declares after five more minutes. “C’mon, Sumi-chan, we’re going to find someone to help us!”

His niece brightens immediately, always eager to follow through on a grand plan. Her little legs somehow manage to keep up with his marching steps to the ER, hurrying along with a momentum that nearly flings her forward when Shoyo suddenly stops. “Ow!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Shoyo gasps, gathering her up and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I just, uh…changed my mind, let’s go back to waiting—”

“Shrimp?”

Shit.

With a wince, Shoyo slowly turns to face the last person he wanted to see like this. “Ah…hey, Four-Eyes. Kasumi, say hello. He’s a friend of mine, but you shouldn’t make friends like him! He’s big and mean!”

Kasumi’s eyes are wide with fear and intrigue as she does a little bow in Shoyo’s arms, missing the sneer Tsukishima sends him. “I’ve met Kasumi before.”

“Kasumi, do you remember Uncle Tsukki?”

Eyes still wide, Kasumi ever-so-slightly shakes her head. Tsukishima can’t do much more than sigh and offer the little girl a bad attempt at a reassuring smile, which immediately slides off his face when his focus shifts back to Shoyo. Jerk. “What’re you doing here? And what’s with the crown? Have you spent too much time with the King?”

“Haha.” He quickly presses another kiss to Kasumi’s cheek when he sees her little face start to crumple with guilt again. “We just had a little…mishap.”

“...Okay?”

Tsukishima’s steady eyes tell Shoyo that he’s not getting away without a proper explanation. “I told Kasumi that her tea-time tiaras don’t fit well on me, so she decided to help…with superglue.”

Pure, unadulterated delight melts across Tsukishima's face. “Holy shi— I mean, oh wow! That was a good idea, Kasumi!”

Kasumi’s guilt is replaced by confusion. “No no no, it wasn’t a good idea, but we know that now, and Sumi-chan won’t do it again, right?” He didn’t speak a moment too soon—her confusion gives way to determination as she gives a hefty nod. “Good girl!”

“Do you want me to call Yacchan?” Tsukishima asks, suppressed laughter clear in his voice. “Maybe she can give you a free psych evaluation after the tiara’s off.”

“Fu—uhhh, don’t be mean, Tsukishima! I’m just going to find someone to get this off quickly, and I’m going to go and enjoy the rest of my precious day off with Sumi! Right?”

“Right!” Shoyo can’t resist it—he simply has to press another kiss to Kasumi’s cheeks when they’re all round from her bright smile.

“Good luck with that,” Tsukishima snorts. His voice only gentles when he addresses Kasumi. “It was nice seeing you again, Kasumi. Make sure you keep your uncle out of trouble.”

It’s a rare sight to see Kasumi nervous to the point of a silent nod. Shoyo knew she had good instincts. Only when Tsukishima walks away does she mumble, “He’s scary.”

“Nah, he just looks like that,” Shoyo laughs. “He’s like Uncle Tobio—a big scary meanie at first, then all sweet when you’re friends!” That…doesn’t apply to Shoyo, but Kasumi doesn’t need to know that.

Her face creases with some confusion. “Uncle Tobio isn’t scary.”

Never mind. Her instincts aren’t that good.

The dreaded run-in with Tsukishima isn’t enough to distract Shoyo from his mission. What does distract him is the sight of Yachi wide-eyed and pointing straight at him. She’s standing next to a hospital bed with an older gentleman laying in it, arm in a sling and bandage on his head. It takes Shoyo a moment to recognize him as a prolific general surgeon who works in a hospital that’s clear across the city. What’s he doing here?

Never mind. “Um. Hi, Yacchan!” Maybe she really can help get the tiara off. Neurosurgery should apply to stuff on the outside of the brain, right?

“Shoyo! Oh my gosh, you’re exactly who I needed to see, can you come here?”

Unfortunately for Shoyo, Yachi is another person he can rarely say no to.

The explanations go by in a blur, something about a liver donor finally coming through for a young man who needs a complex operation, one that only one doctor in the city can reliably carry out. Said doctor had the misfortune of getting into an accident on his way to the hospital, and now they’re left with a liver and a patient and no doctor.

“We can’t wait, otherwise a different hospital will take the liver. Please, Shoyo, we really wouldn’t ask if we had any other choice!”

And now he’s here, in surgical scrubs, washing his hands and trying his best to ignore the itch of the tiara that is still on his head, now covered by a hair net.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbles to Iwaizumi, the one and only general surgery resident in the entire hospital. “What’s the director going to say? This kind of last-minute change is serious!”

“Dr. Yachi said she already spoke to him and got it approved,” Iwaizumi easily answers.

“What about the patient’s mother? Does she know what’s happening? Someone needs to explain what’s going on and get her consent!”

“Dr. Yachi already knows the mother from a different case and was able to get her to sign the consent form within a few minutes.”

“And the original doctor? I know he’s injured, but still, he must be upset at being switched out so easily.”

“Dr. Yachi got him on board when they saw you in the ER.”

“Will Kasumi be okay? What if Natsu can’t come pick her up on such short notice?”

“Dr. Yachi let her know what happened, she’ll be here in a few hours. Dr. Kageyama offered to keep an eye on her until then.”

Shoyo drops his head back with a prolonged whine, forgetting about the light on his forehead until he hears a soft grunt and looks down to see Iwaizumi shielding his eyes with his clipboard. “God…she got all that done, and still couldn’t get anyone to get this thing off my head. Alright, fine. Let’s do this.”

🩺

Tobio likes Kasumi. Really, he does. She’s the only child who didn’t cringe away from him the first time they met.

That might’ve been because she was practically a newborn when he first saw her, but still. It was nice. She likes volleyball, and as an only child, she already knows how to keep herself somewhat entertained. She even knows how to be quiet while staying occupied, something her uncle still doesn’t know how to do at his big age.

None of that changes the fact that the office of an OB/GYN is not…the ideal place for a four-year-old.

“Um.” He stares at her, and she stares back from where she’s sitting on the office couch, little legs sticking straight out in front of her. Cute. “Do you want some cookies?”

Her solemn face brightens at that as she eagerly nods. “Can I pick?”

“I don’t have a lot, but sure.” He opens his snack drawer and lets her peruse the collection of Oreos and strawberry Meiji and regular Marie. He’s not surprised when she picks the strawberry Meiji, no doubt drawn to their pink packaging. She looks so excited about the cookies that he can’t resist offering, “...Want some milk?”

Some cookies, a Gun Gun yogurt, two pieces of scrap paper, and some markers that Yamaguchi blessedly dropped off between appointments keep Kasumi perfectly happy at the little office coffee table. “Uncle,” she calls after a few minutes of humming.

His chest warms at the familial term. It’s been a while since such a young voice called him that. He’s missed it. “Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Orange,” he answers without thinking. “...Why?”

“It’s a surprise!” she giggles, covering her paper with her arms when Tobio peers over at her. “What’s your favorite animal?”

“A wolf.” A tiny smile tugs at his lips when his answers earns him a serious nod. “Are you…going to draw me an orange wolf?”

“No!” she squeals, laughing as though that’s the funniest thing she’s heard all day. Not likely, considering she’s been with Hinata. “It’s a surprise!”

“Alright, alright.”

It’s surprisingly easy to work with her in the office. Sure, he’s forced to pause his work a few times to listen to a prolonged story about something that happened at school, or a toy she really wants her mom to buy, or a joke that her bestest friend in the whole wide world told her. But it’s impossible to feel very annoyed by her bright voice and brighter smile, especially when it gives him an excuse to pause his paperwork.

He doesn’t notice the time passing until he looks up from his work and sees Kasumi passed out on top of her drawing, orange marker still clutched in her hand.

Tobio doesn’t want kids. He doesn’t, at least not now, especially when he doesn’t have a partner he’d want to raise a kid with. But he’s never felt as tempted as he does when he spends time with Kasumi. The sight of her sweet face squished on her artwork makes his heart feel too big for his chest, and when he carefully slides the marker out of her fist and gathers her up in his arms, the feeling of her nuzzling into his shoulder nearly makes him burst into tears on the spot.

God…he has got to get more sleep.

He gets her settled on the couch, his sweatshirt tucked under her head and his coat draped over her. She’s small enough to fit completely beneath his coat, especially when she lets out a soft huff and curls up even more. He glances at his closed office door to make sure no one will see him, then bends over to press a kiss to her temple and brush her pigtail out of her face.

“...Tobio?”

He jumps and nearly bites his tongue in choking back a curse. There, standing at his door that somehow opened silently, is Yachi, watching him with an amused but kind smile. “...Don’t tell Hinata.”

She laughs at that, careful to not wake up Kasumi. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Natsu will be here soon, do you want me to take Kasumi down to the entrance?”

Tobio stares at the tiny sleeping form almost covered by his coat. “...No, I’ll do it.”

“Okay.” When he looks at her again, Yachi’s smile has mellowed into a terribly sweet and warm little curve. “Are you sure you don’t want me to tell Shoyo?”

“You…can tell him I made sure Natsu picked her up. Not…anything else.” If that tangerine finds out Tobio gave Kasumi a kiss, he will never hear the end about how sweet he is to Kasumi and how mean he still is to Shoyo, and “geez Yama, I thought we had something special!”

He has no idea how true that really is.

Natsu is effusive in her thanks when Tobio hands her off, holding her daughter close as she bows and asks him how she can ever thank him. “It’s nothing,” he reassures her. “Hinata was pulled into an emergency surgery, but Kasumi was great. Made me a drawing and everything.”

That finally makes a smile relax Natsu’s worried features. “Ah, another one for your collection.”

“Yeah. Is there anything else you need?”

“No, we’re all set. Thank you, Tobio-nii, seriously!”

“You don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you—she wouldn’t have been so easy to look after if you weren’t doing such a great job raising her.”

The praise is a little corny, especially coming from him, but it’s the truth. Tobio could never work in pediatrics like Yamaguchi, but he really does enjoy the times when he gets to hang out with Kasumi, even if it is a little awkward at first. Like her uncle, it never takes her long to make any room warm and comfortable, even at age four.

By the time he returns to his office, it’s about time for him to grab some dinner. But before he leaves, he makes sure to hang his new piece of artwork—a picture of him and a wolf in the woods, which is somehow all orange trees—next to the other three drawings he’s been lucky enough to receive and the few photos he has hung up.

The photos are a small collection of memories—his high school volleyball team, he and the group in their first year of university, and again at their graduation from med school, him as a child with his grandfather, and another photo from graduation, this one with Miwa pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

The photo his eyes catch on is the only candid in the bunch: by some stroke of luck and photographic genius, Yachi managed to snap a photo of them playing volleyball. They’re in their work pants and shoes, their sleeves are rolled up, and Hinata’s shirt has one too many buttons undone. It’s clear they got distracted by a volleyball court after a night of work drinks, but besides what they’re wearing, the shot could have been of a V.League match. A ragged volleyball is leaving Tobio’s fingertips mid-jump, and Hinata…he’s flying, body suspended in the perfect spiking posture and hand already swinging for the ball that still hasn’t reached him.

It does reach him. Tobio can remember that much, just like he can remember the slam of the ball on the other side of the court, and the way Hinata leapt into his arms for a victory hug and cheer.

He misses volleyball. He misses the two-on-two matches that they forced Yamaguchi and Tsukishima to agree to, the impromptu lessons he gave to Yachi, the sting of his fingers after a good long game. But most of all, he misses that, the way playing on a team with Hinata makes him feel invincible in a way that is so rare in the medical field.

He wonders if Hinata misses it, too.

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luxrayfics · 1 year

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KageHina -- Pregame Jitters

Not really sure if this is how this works but have some third year kagehina as my first post here.

Hinata is really nervous, more nervous than he’s ever been for a volleyball game. Even more nervous than his first practice match against Aoba Johsai.

There are scouts coming to today’s game. They aren’t there to see him. He knows that. He’s okay with that. He’s already made his own plans, forged his own path to follow. The scouts are coming to see Kageyama. To see how great of a player the setter really is. And that means that Hinata needs to be on his A-game today. No slacking off, no missing sets, no getting blocked. He has to be just as amazing as Kageyama so he looks the best he can, so the scouts can see just awesome of a setter Kageyama is.

Kageyama is confused. Why is Hinata so nervous? It’s just a game, not even an official match. It’s an exhibition game against Shiratorizawa, something the school’s banded together to do as a fundraiser for their teams. There’s literally nothing on the line today.

“Hey, idiot.” Kageyama calls. Hinata looks up from his nervous pacing and stops mid chew on his thumbnail. Kageyama waves his hand. “Come here.” Hinata slowly walks over. Each step looks like a battle for him. Kageyama wonders if maybe Hinata did something he would be mad about. Or that Hinata thinks he’d be mad about, at least.

Hinata stops right in front of Kageyama and plasters on a fake smile. “What’s up, Yama-kun?!” Even Tsukishima looks over at the obvious fake tone Hinata adopts. Yamaguchi starts to walk over but Kageyama discreetly waves him off. Kageyama gently grabs Hinata by the arm and walks them over to the corner of the room, a little more private than in the middle of their team.

“Hinata, what’s wrong?” Kageyama asks. He speaks softly, slowly, in a way that Hinata knows he could just ignore the question if he wanted to. He hopes he doesn’t, though. He wants to know what’s going through that thick skull. “You’re nervous.” Hinata tenses and then nods at Kageyama’s observation. “Why?”

Hinata looks down to their feet and sighs shrugging. Kageyama sighs as well and wraps an arm around Hinata’s shoulders, pulling him into a loose hug. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him with too much. Hinata can pull away whenever he likes. “…there are scouts coming today, Yama.”

“Yeah, there are.” Kageyama agrees. He shakes Hinata a little and smiles when Hinata finally looks up. “So what? Still just a game. And you’re our ace. You’re gonna do amazing and we’re going to win.” Kageyama watches as worry clouds over Hinata’s normally bright eyes. He frowns and leans down, touching their foreheads together. “Hey, what’s wrong? Tell me.”

Hinata shakes his head and swallows thickly. His fingers twist in the front of Kageyama’s jersey and he takes a shuddery breath. “I don’t want to mess up.” Kageyama wraps an arm around Hinata’s waist and pulls him closer. He turns them so Hinata’s back is to the corner, hidden away from prying eyes. “I don’t want to ruin it all for you.” Hinata voices his fear and Kageyama feels at a lost.

Hinata ruin this for him? Where was this coming from? Does he not see how much he’s grown? How much Kageyama relies on him out on the court? Hinata couldn’t ever ruin this for him. “You’re not going to, Sho. You’re gonna play great, like you always do. And you’re gonna make all the scouts forget I’m even there.” Kageyama cracks a small smile at his lame joke, but Hinata just looks up at him hopelessly, eyes slowly welling with tears.

“What if I don’t? What if I miss every single set you send to me?” Hinata asks. His eyes are wide with panic, his hushed voice making his anxiety more than clear. Hinata closes his eyes tightly and shakes his head again. “I’m going to mess it all up for you.”

“No.” Kageyama says. He puts both his hands on Hinata’s waist and squeezes, pressing closer against the wall. “You aren’t. I know you aren’t going to, but I also know that you’ve got this stuck in your head right now, right?” Hinata slowly nods and Kageyama does as well. He brings one hand up to cup Hinata’s cheek and swipes his thumb to catch the single tear that escapes. “So, you’re gonna let it all out right here. And I’m gonna hold you through it. And then we’re gonna go out on the court and we’re gonna kick some fucking ass.” Kageyama quirks the corner of his mouth up in a half smile. “Got it?”

Hinata sniffles and then he’s crying, softly so he doesn’t draw attention. Kageyama looks over his shoulder to make sure no one from the team is paying them any attention. Tsukishima sends him a thumbs up, ushering the second and first years of the locker room and onto the court. “Yama, I don’t want to be bad.” Hinata cries into his chest. Kageyama nods and smooths his hand over Hinata’s side slowly. He cups his cheek with his other hand and catches tears with his thumb. Hinata breathes shakily and says, “I just want you to be amazing for everyone to see.”

“And I will be, sweetheart,” Kageyama mutters. He leans down so he can speak in Hinata’s ear, puts a gentle hand on the back of Hinata’s head to pull him into a deeper hug. Hinata buries his face in Kageyama’s shoulder. “I’ll be amazing because you’re out there with me. Last one standing, remember?”

Hinata cries harder, panting for air and sniffling loudly. Kageyama runs his fingers through his hair, draws patterns into his skin, does everything he can think of to comfort him. Minutes have passed by the time Hinata pulls back, wiping at his own face and sniffling sadly. He’s pouting and Kageyama kisses the tip of his nose. “Feeling better?” Kageyama asks quietly.

Hinata nods and wraps his arms around Kageyama’s neck, hugging him once again. Kageyama bends slightly so Hinata doesn’t have to stretch so much, and plants a kiss on his wet cheek. “Yeah,” Hinata says softly. Kageyama hums and stands up, bringing Hinata with him. Hinata wraps his legs around Kageyama’s waist, smiling into his neck when Kageyama laughs. “Just a little longer,” Hinata says.

“Okay,” Kageyama agrees. He sighs and holds one of Hinata’s legs up with his hand, his other wraps around his waist. He takes a seat in front of his locker and leans back comfortably. “Just a little longer.”

#kagehina #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #haikyuu!!#fanfic #hurt/comfort #haikyuu angst

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kawaii-night666 · 5 months

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19-kageyama turn into a kid!

Time move forward, everyone seems to forgot that Tobio was there since you know short and a kid as they were busy doing volleyball and they don't want to hurt Tobio.

But what more hurt that Tobio is lonely, he don't want to be annoying by going up to them, Tobio is determine as he grab one volleyball and go to someone to play with him but he couldn't find anyone who was competing against other team so Tobio decide to go play outside while he pouts as he bounce the ball down the ground.

Tobio mumbles "Nee-san....Oji-san..."

Bokuto was in his emo mode after the last play until he hears a sniffle as he frowns to himself and goes to see who it crying any maybe cheer that person up until he near the sniffle come clear as he saw a similar kid-Kageyama.

Bokuto pouts and thought 'Why is no one looking after him? Oh...wait we forgot about him did we. Great now I felt bad!' Bokuto goes where Tobio is and pat his head gently as Tobio stop his sniffle and tears that falls on his face, as he looks up and saw Bokuto as Bokuto asked "Hey Kageyama, no need to cry." Bokuto smile at him as he wipes his tears away with his thumb gently.

"No one paying attention to me...." Tobio said to Bokuto who can't help felt guilty that no one even himself wasn't paying attention to him he even remembers what Kenji said when Tobio was sleeping.

-flashback-

After Suga lecture them after what they taught Tobio as Tobio looks confuse as he shrugs it off and play volleyball with the shrimp...I mean Hinata.

After Tobio and everyone ate, Tobio going to sleep with the managers while the three simps were jealous that wanted to be Tobio place or is it the other way round...who knows.

Tobio falls asleep, Kenji and the rest of the team are there playing a game true and dare but Kenji and the other babysitters who seem lost in thought as Tsukishima asked Tadashi "What with you Yamaguchi?"

Tadashi respond back "Well it just that after we got to know Kageyama a bit since his in that state, do you ever think you know that his lonely?"

Everyone was silent until Shigeru answer "His right, he even said that his parents never around only his oji-san and nee-san that's it."

"Not only that, all he wants is to play is volleyball with everyone here even his nee-san and oji-san." Kenji reply back as everyone turn their head to face the second-year date tech captain. As Kenji continue "I don't care what everyone says, I want to protect that smile of his and his innocence as well. Everything about him is different from him as the king of the court."

Everyone even his middle school team as they thought it over and agree they want to protect Tobio from everything after all he is dense but sweet.

-end of flashback-

Bokuto patting his head gently and wiping the tears away that still flowing down "I'm sorry Tobio that everyone is busy with practice, it's our fault."

Tobio look into Bokuto gold eyes with his blue eyes as Bokuto can't help felt mesmerize by how blue it is as he replies "It's okay, at least you apologise. Its not you lot fault that you were busy with volleyball and I understand because you and the others love volleyball soooooo much." Tobio smiles cutely as Bokuto grins at him.

Bokuto then said "Lets play volleyball together!"

Tobio blue eyes sparkle again as Bokuto can't help seeing the soul to the window that know his emotion is.

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Author-san: Chapter 19 everyone yayy

And oh 👏 before I forgot from previously if you lot are curious about my WIT account

Its similar to this username

Tobio logs in

Author-san: TOBIO 💞 💓💕

Toru: TOBIO-CHAN 💞 💓💕

Atsumu: TOBIO-KUN💞 💓💕

Everyone: KAGEYAMA/YAMAYAMA/TOBIO

Tobio: No

Tobio logs off

Author-san: Wow its all your fault

Toru: No its yours

Atsumu: I have to agree with Kawababe

Author-san: Want me to make u disappear in this story and the next

Toru:..

Atsumu:...

Author-san: Hmph thought so

Suga: Anyways hope you lot enjoy this chapter

Noya: YEAH SEE YOU IN THE

Tanaka: CHAPTER

Hinata: YEAH!

Daichi: Ignore them

Shinsuke: Hope you look after yourselves!

#kawaii-night666 #yaoi #kawaiinight #bxb #haikyuu #wattpad #quotevapp #inkittapp #kidkageyama #kageyamatobioharem #kageyama tobio #kageharem

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summertimelyn · 1 year

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You shouldn’t even be on the court! He sighs.

Brother-in-law or not I’ll take the fraternal homicide charges… but I’ll try.

- 🦕

Here, give him the phone real quick.

*I hear him hand Shoyo the phone*

Hey, sis!

Shoyo Hinata, I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, and I really don’t care. All I care about is not having to bail my boyfriend out of jail for murdering my brother. Please don’t annoy Tsukishima-kun too much and behave. Give the phone back.

#tsukki 🦕

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moonchild-things · 1 year

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Chapter Four: The View From the Summit

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 5945

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SAKURA SETTLED HERSELF ON THE GROUND BESIDE the scorekeeper with her camera ready. It's not an official game or anything, but she still wanted to take some pictures of the boys. Might as well as practice taking some pictures for the team, right? So while the guys set up for their match, she got comfy on the ground next to Suga.

The door opened once again, and the stunning third-year manager walked through the door, "Good morning, everybody."

Ennoshita greeted her like a normal person should, "Hello there."

Yet the resident idiot did not. "You're looking as beautiful as ever my dearest Kiyoko!" Tanaka shouted at her like a mad man, only for her to ignore him like usual. Still, despite the girl not doing anything, he still shivered at even being in the same room as her. "Aw, yeah being ignored."

Sakura looked up at the older girl with a blank expression as the black-haired beauty walked over towards the scoreboard. "Oh, morning Kiyoko-senpai."

"Hello, Hinata-chan." She said, "I didn't think you would be here."

Sakura shrugged her thin shoulders and pursed her lips, "Well, nii-san had forced me to wake up early for his practices all week. I want to see how those practices have helped him improve."

"Hey, Kiyoko!" Endo suddenly greeted the manager with a charming smile as he bounded over to the two.

"Hello, Endo," She replied back in aloof voice and then moved away to get ready for the match, effectively ignoring Endo as he approached. Though, unlike Tanaka, her ignorance didn't affect him. He was neither enchanted nor upset that she walked away from him. At least he wasn't as perverted as Tanaka, Sakura thought. The blond looked down at her with a sly smile, "ready to see how well your brother and Kageyama fair in this game, Hinata-chan?"

Sakura's eyebrow twitched at the fact that he called her 'hinata-chan', but she disregarded it for the time being, "I guess."

Endo tilted his head curiously, "aren't you worried about him? He just might lose this match, you know."

She shrugged her shoulders and glanced up at him from the corner of her eyes, "I don't care if he wins or loses. He won't be punished if they do lose, which is all I care about."

Endo eyed the bored girl for a moment and contemplated her reaction. You would think that she would want to see her brother actually win this game. Yet here she was, perfectly content with either outcome. If it were him, Endo would probably be cheering his heart out for his sibling. Then again, he and Sakura didn't really have the same personality, so he wasn't sure what she would do at this match. He could understand her logic about Hinata-kun not being punished if he did lose the game. There wasn't much on the line for the kid besides maybe his pride, and suffering through the humiliation that came with losing a game. Though if she really did care for her brother, wouldn't she want him to win? Isn't that what a sibling is supposed to do? He wouldn't know.

Before he could say anything else to her, his captain grabbed everyone's attention. "Alright, let's get started." Daichi took charge to start the match, "I'll play on Tsukishima's team to make it three-on-three."

Shōyō jumped up with confusion painting his face, "Huh!? Is that fair though?"

The captain chuckled, "Look don't worry, of course, it is. Tanaka has got a lot more attack power than me. I won't go easy on you though."

"Aww, but Daichiiii," Endo whined while leaning against the captain with faux tears running down his face. "I wanted to play against the troublesome duo!"

Hinata and Kageyama bristled and shouted out in annoyance at being called the 'troublesome duo'. Though he wasn't wrong. Daichi sighed loudly and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Endo, shut it!" You would think that he would be used to the third-years' antics, but Endo could always be a nuisance when he needed to be.

The blond boy gasped dramatically and pretended to cry into his arm. "You're so mean, captain!"

Tsukishima eyed the strange interaction before clearing his throat and pretending to whisper to Daichi, though he made sure the others could hear him. "Well, ahem, the buzzcut or the shorty, who to crush. I mean, challenge first. So hard to choose, but I do know I want to save his highness for last."

"Uh, Tsukki," Yamaguchi walked over and whispered to his best friend with urgent hesitancy. "They can hear you. Be careful."

"I know genius, I want them to hear me." He rolled his eyes at his best friend, he spoke louder for the others to hear once again. "I can't wait to watch the king fall apart out there."

"Well now," Daichi chuckled, "you've got quite a personality there don't you?"

Sakura scoffed from the sidelines and made sure that the beanpole could hear her, "Yeah, a terrible one." Endo snickered into his hand at her comment as he walked towards the others, finished with his dramatic act. Her words had earned her the pleasure of being on the receiving end of the blond's narrow-eyed glare. She didn't mind it though, she just ignored the burning stare as she lazily leaned on her arms.

Tsukishima's glare hadn't let up on the unaffected girl as he continued to speak, "It'll have to be a pretty great show to top watching him get abandoned by all his loyal subjects last year."

Kageyama's fist clenched at the jabs about his past. While they may be true, he didn't like being reminded of it. After all, it was one of his lowest points as a volleyball player.

"Well, well," Tanaka sang as he walked over to the troublesome duo with a sweet smile. "Did you hear that you guys, they're talking trash now. That jerk better step off..." He then turned around with a menacing expression, "OR HE'S DEAD MEAT!"

"Suga-senpai," Sakura raised an eyebrow at him and looked up at the vice-captain who turned to look at her. "Please tell me he isn't always like this."

The upperclassman sighed, "I'm afraid he is." All she did was groan in displeasure.

The game started with Shōyō, Kageyama, and Tanaka against Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Daichi. Sakura honestly didn't care who won this match, despite saying that Tsukishima was going to lose earlier. Sure it would be nice for her brother to win, but if they did lose nothing would really happen to Shōyō. His pride might end up being wounded, but she knew that he would bounce back eventually. The only one who was really at risk was Kageyama, who would not be allowed to be a setter. So she didn't care. Though it would be nice to see Tsukishima's ass handed to him. That would definitely be entertaining.

A few points had already been scored, and at the moment, Kageyama had just set a spike for Tanaka. The second-year easily broke through Tsukishima's block. "YEEAAAAH!! WHOOOHOO!!" Tanaka shouted at his scored point and pulled off his shirt to spin around like it was a lasso.

"Put your shirt on!" Suga shouted at him with annoyance lacing his words.

Ennoshita rolled his eyes, "Yeah, calm down."

"Nobody wants to see that," Kinoshita said.

Endo shook his head, "It wasn't even that impressive!"

Sakura just pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed loudly. God these guys are annoying, she thought. The match continued on with Daichi serving the next ball.

"Front!" Kageyama called.

Tanaka moved to receive the ball confidently, "Got it!"

"Hinata!"

An excited expression blossomed on the short teens face. His first real spike in a high school game! How awesome!!! He couldn't wait to feel the satisfaction of hitting the ball over the net, scoring his first point in a real game. Shōyō jumped up, more than ready to spike the ball, to the surprise of everyone in the room. Seeing a small teen like him able to jump at least a few feet in the air was amazing. Even Kiyoko was stunned by the sight right in front of her. Sakura though was unfazed, as she has seen it a million times before. Though just as Shōyō tried to get it over the net, the extremely tall Tsukishima was there to make a perfect kill.

Shock flooded Shōyō's body as he realized that this was just like middle school. Another wall to block him and keep him from scoring. His twin clicked her tongue. She expected that it would be blocked at some point. After all, you can't really do much against someone as tall as Tsukishima. He's a giant.

"You took me by surprise before," Tsukishima said smugly as his glasses gleamed slightly in the light, "you've got a really nice jump there. Now if only you were about a foot taller you would be a real superstar. Better start taking your vitamins."

On the sidelines, Sakura scowled harshly at the boy. She usually isn't one for showing her emotions, at least externally, but when someone constantly berates her brother, she was definitely going to show her displeasure. What was with this guy and hating on just about everyone? That sadistic bastard certainly got a kick out of it, which Sakura was ashamed to say that she was just about the same. As if knowing what she was thinking, Tsukishima smugly smiled at her as well. Seemingly figuring out that he could get to her by speaking like this to her twin. It almost seemed to amuse him, even more, seeing that he had riled up the other twin, even if it was just a twitch of her brow and a deep frown.

"Whatever, one more. I got this one for sure." Shōyō said in determination before the game continued. He was set a few more spikes, but each time they were blocked by the same smug beanpole. Things certainly weren't going as Shōyō had hoped.

"Blocked again," Suga said, dejected.

Ennoshita nodded his head, "How many times is that?"

"Tanaka's getting a lot through though," Kinoshita said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Though Sakura, ever the Debby-downer, shrugged her shoulders, "the only way they'd actually win is if nii-san is able to get his spikes through. You can't really win a game with only one spiker breaking through blocks."

"Wow," Endo said and leaned on the top of Sakura's head, to her annoyance, "you're quite the pessimist aren't you, Hinata-chan."

"Don't touch me, baka!" She shouted and pushed the poor third-year away, who ended up falling to the ground on his face.

Back on the courts, Tsukishima taunted Kageyama, who did his best to ignore the blond. "You better snap out of it buddy, or you're going to keep getting blocked." Kageyama made sure to keep is back to the giant, not willing to reveal that he was bothered by the jabs. "Why don't you give them one of your royal sets, the kind that wipes out your opponent and your teammates at the same time."

The dark-haired setter flinched a little at the reminder but made sure not to show any other indications that he was affected by those words. "Shut your mouth."

The boys set up for the next service to be made, which Daich called out, "Your serve, Tadashi."

The meek boy took his spot for the serve and hit it... only to have it fall short and hit the net. "Oops," the freckled boy sheepishly said while tubbing the back of his head. "Sorry Tsukki." Endo snickered at the poor boy's misfortune.

"Shake it off," the captain encouraged while Kageyama got ready to serve the ball this time. His jump serve was quite impressive, just like Suga had seen from a few days ago. Sakura had made sure to get at least one shot of him in mid-air. She may not totally like the guy, but he did make a good subject for photos.

He aimed his serve for Daichi, thinking that he might be weak at receives, but found out that their captain can easily make it. Caught off guard by that fact, Tsukishima was easily able to set the ball for Tadashi who spiked it over the net. Shōyō wasn't ready to receive it, so it just hit off of him and out of bounds.

Tanaka walked over to Kageyama, "Steady receives like that are Daichi's specialty. They got mad defense."

"Did you think I would be a weak spot?" The captain asked the first-year with a raised eyebrow. "I may not have as much raw talent as you, but I've been training on receives a lot longer than you have. You won't break through that easily."

Okay, even Sakura had to admit, Daichi sounded cool.

"Your grace, shouldn't you be taking this seriously?" Once again, Tsukishima took the time to call out Kageyama.

Endo did his best to hide his small smile. The sight of drama was something that he lived for! Seeing this, gave him such good entertainment. It would be even better if he could interject himself into it. Causing drama and being involved with it was what he thrived on. Though there was no way he'd really get to get in on the action. This was just between the first-years and whatever beef they have with each other.

Shōyō walked up to the net and glared at Tsukishima, "Dude, what's the matter with you? Why do you have to keep picking on the guy? Chill out with the frickin nickname."

"What for?" The blond scoffed, "Don't you know why everybody started calling him the "King of the Court"?"

The ball of sunshine furrowed his eyebrows. "I just thought his enemies called him that because he's a really good player and well everybody so afraid of him."

Tsukishima laughed at his stupidity and naivety, "That's a common misunderstanding but it's just not true. Well, if the rumors are to be believed then his nickname, "King of the Court", was given to him by the other players of Kitagawa First. Yeah, that's right by his own teammates. The truth is they were not paying him a compliment but calling him a tyrant." Endo was eating all of this up, if only he had some popcorn. "I've been hearing about it for a long time, but now that I've seen him play, I'm convinced. He got benched at the finals because he was a domineering, power-tripping, dictator. That's why you won't try a quick attack, you're shaken up by what happened that day."

There was a short moment of silence as everyone took that it. They knew that Kageyama could be full of himself and abrasive to others when they played, but they didn't really think it was that bad. Meanwhile, Kageyama was remembering that faithful game. How he snapped at his team and ended up with a mutiny at match point for their opponents. Being put on the bench was probably the worst feeling for anyone, especially someone as passionate about volleyball like him.

"Wow," Sakura spoke up and couldn't help the humorless chuckle pass her lips. Tsukishima glanced at her from the corner of his eye, with his smug smirk still on his lips. She must be surprised by the truth, which is understandable. The orange-haired girl didn't seem smart enough to realize the truth. Though she just flashed him a fake smile with annoyance shining in her eyes. "I didn't think anyone could be a bigger jerk than Kageyama. Congrats." Tsukishima glared heatedly before he scoffed at her. Of course, she didn't see the point of what he was saying. She really was just as idiotic as her brother.

"You know what," Tanaka said approaching the net to glare at the bully, "I've had enough of your smarmy ass-"

"Tanaka." Daichi reprimanded him, which only made the second-year pout slightly.

"Well, why bother setting if there's no one there to spike it?"

"You're right," Kageyama started solemnly, "The thought of no one being there to back me up, it terrifies me, alright?"

Admitting that must be a big step for Kageyama, Sakura realized. Talking about your flaws was not usually an easy task. So for him to say that, he was certainly improving himself. Perhaps Kageyama wasn't going to try to be "The King of the Court" anymore, thank god. High school is the time for reinventing yourself, after all.

"Yeah, but that was back in middle school," Shōyō said innocently, surprising Kageyama. "Your sets are going to reach me. No question about it. After that, the only problem is how to get passed this jerk hole." He said pointing to Tsukishima and earning a snicker from Daichi, Tanaka, and Endo. Though a shake of the head from Sakura, she would have thought he would come up with a better insult, had she taught him nothing? "You need to kick Tsukishima's ass, join the volleyball club, and become the setter, just like we planned. Then you have to send the ball to me, it's not that complicated."

As uplifting as Shōyō's words might have been, they didn't impress Tsukishima. "Oh, shut up. That over-the-top, annoying little attitude of yours is disgusting." He took the ball and got ready to serve it. His words were starting to rub just about everyone the wrong way. Nobody knew why he was being so... mean to his opponents. "And enthusiasm won't make you any taller. If you think trying hard is all it takes to succeed you're sorry mistaken."

The ball was served, and Tanaka received the ball. As it flew through the air, heading straight for Kageyama, Tanaka and Shōyō both called for it. Who would he set it to? Tanaka may be able to get it through even if he is blocked, thanks to his power. Hinata would most likely not get it through, seeing as he hasn't gotten one during this entire game. Who was the better choice in this situation?

"Kageyama!" Shōyō's voice broke through his contemplation. He turned his eyes up to see the small teen already in mid-air ready to hit a spike, "I'm here!"

Making up his mind he easily tossed the ball to Shōyō to hit it, which he did. It wasn't a powerful hit, but it still got over the net, to the surprise of everyone. He landed back on the ground happy with himself but still dejected, "That was close, almost jumped at nothing... but it's out."

"What the hell was that for?!" Kageyama shouted at him.

"The ball came right towards me!" Shōyō shouted, surprising Kageyama into silence, "I don't care what happened in middle school, I'm grateful for any set that comes my way, I just want the ball. I'll jump anywhere. I'll hit any ball. Believe me, give me set and I'll hit it."

Tanaka rushed up to them with wide eyes. "You guys can do quick attacks and didn't tell me!"

"What's that?" Shōyō tilted his head in confusion.

"That crazy fast attack you just did!"

"Uh-uh," he shook his head, "no, the only attacks I've hit were way up in the air."

Tanaka groaned, "You literally just did it. Look remember in middle school when that rookie setter mess up that set but you hit it anyway? Like that!"

"Huh? But I don't remember how I did it. Whatever, I'll still hit whatever set comes at me. You just wait and see!"

On the sidelines, Endo leaned down to Sakura. He made sure this time that he didn't touch her, as he didn't want to end up bruised. "That brother of yours is sure something huh, Hinata-chan."

Sakura huffed at him, "Stop calling me 'Hinata-chan', you nuisance."

"You've never done combos before, so that's impossible for you."

Lightning struck behind Shōyō in shock. How could he just say something like that?! "Don't be ridiculous, you don't get to act like a wimp just stop it!"

Kageyama just glanced at him, indifferent, before walking off. Tsukishima chuckled and called after him, "Not very regal of you, sire."

Shōyō blanched and glared at Tsukishima, "You're going to pay for that, I promise you."

"Look at that, getting all bent out of shape again." He looked down at the short player with a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It seemed like all he ever did was smirk, and it infuriated a few people. "You can't just bulldoze your way through everything, you know that right? Not everyone is a good fit for every job you know. I mean, you're clearly not cut out to be a spiker."

Sakura grounded her teeth together while clenching her fist. Oh, if only she had a volleyball to throw at this jerkwad. Seeing her anger start to boil over, Suga bent down slightly and placed a soft hand on the top of her head, to hopefully calm her down. Though all it did was cause her to stiffen up at the sudden touch. Did he not hear her with Endo a few minutes ago?! She didn't lash out at him though, as she figured he wasn't doing for the same reason as Endo. Still, she didn't totally appreciate it. The sentiment of calming her down was nice and all, but she'd rather go without the touching part.

"You're right, in middle school, even now, no matter how much I jump I always get blocked." Shōyō admitted, "Height is important for volleyball you can't always just jump real high to make up for being short like me, but still that never stopped me from wanting to be a spiker." He remembered the awe that came from watching the Tiny Giant, the way that he amazed his twin with his jumps when he first tried to play. He liked that feeling, the satisfaction that came with surprising people, especially his sister. You could argue that she was one of the main reasons he wanted to succeed so well, along with becoming the next Tiny Giant. "I don't care whether I'm cut out for it or not, I'll do the best I can with what I got and I'll win. I'm on this court and I'm not going anywhere."

Tsukishima let out a breath in frustration, "Have you even listened to a word I've said. It doesn't really work that way, shorty. You can't substitute spirit with height unless you want to be a libero that is."

"I open up the wall and block the spiker," Kageyama, who had been quiet since this little spat between Shōyō and Tsukishima started, walked over to stand side-by-side with Shōyō. He spoke firmly to them, he was obviously passionate about this. "That's the setter's job."

Everyone else in the gym watched as Kageyama pushed Shōyō's head down and started to talk with him. Most likely discussing their plan of action for the rest of the game. Eventually, Tanaka was dragged into it as well, so he would know what exactly it was that his team was thinking. Surprisingly, even Sakura was interested in what they were talking about, though obviously couldn't hear them.

Once the boys finished their huddle, Tsukishima set up to serve the next ball which was easily received by Shōyō. He was ready to spike the ball like last time, though this time around it wasn't going to be as weak or out of bounds as the first. Yet he wasn't ready for how fast Kageyama had set the ball. He completely missed hitting the quick set. Shōyō landed on the ground with the volleyball falling lifelessly to the ground a few feet from him.

"How'd you miss that! You have to-" Kageyama started to shout but cut himself off from probably insulting Shōyō and bit his lip. He seemed to have learned from the past and didn't wanna risk repeating it. Shouting at Shōyō would only result in a mutiny, once again. Kageyama certainly didn't want that to happen again.

Tsukishima chuckled at his opponents' misfortune, "Nice ball, your highness."

"Nothing ever works out on the first try!" The setter exclaimed in frustration.

"Hey, that's what losers say."

The troublesome duo still kept trying to get their hit right. Though each and every time, Kageyama's sets were a bit too fast for Shōyō to hit. On one try, Shōyō had even ended up tangled in the net because he jumped too far. It wasn't working out at all. Though Endo found it quite funny how they easily got frustrated with each other. Still, it probably would be better if he saw this happening to another team. After all, he was going to end up having to work with these two idiots eventually. Endo certainly didn't want to have to deal with this in the middle of a game, that could totally cost them a win. And Endo is all about winning!

"I can't guess your timing at all," Shōyō miserably said.

"You have lightning-fast reflexes," Kageyama shouted, "you just need to give it more pow, more oomph!"

Shōyō grew frustrated, "Is it oomph or pow, make up your mind!"

"Don't get caught up in the terminology!" Tanaka jumped in between the two.

On the other side of the court, Suga picked up the discarded volleyball and walked over to the fellow setter. "Kageyama, you need to make sure you don't let history repeat itself." He gained all of their attention, "Uh, what I mean is uh-"

Kageyama pointed at Shōyō, "He's got super fast reflexes, and he can jump, he can learn how to quick attack."

"That's not really what I'm getting at though." The third-year shook his head, "I think I know how you guys can be more effective. Hinata doesn't really know what he's doing out there."

At those words, Shōyō deflated slightly, "That's kind of harsh."

Suga continued on, "He doesn't have technique or experience like a lot of the people you competed against in middle school. But he's a rare asset."

The orange-haired boy's mood spiked happily at being called a "rare asset". His ego certainly got a bit of a boost at that. Who wouldn't be empowered after having their senpai call them an asset like that? "Ah, really? Aw come on, I'm not like a genius or anything."

Tanaka turned to him with a bland expression, "Who said that?"

"If I had your skill..." Suga continued on in a strained voice, "I mean think about it maybe you should try adapting to more of Hinata-kun's characteristics instead of the other way around. Don't you see what I'm saying? Then, maybe-"

"Take it easy Suga," Tanaka tried to calm his friend down.

"It's up to you to use his talents more effectively!" The silver-haired teen exclaimed, "I'm a setter like you, so I was honestly a little freaked out when I saw you play last year. You've got incredible talent and control over the ball. But most of all you're good at analyzing the opponents blocking moves and you make decisions on the fly. I've got... none of those things."

"Don't you say crap like that!" Tanaka exclaimed, not putting up with how Suga was putting himself down.

Daichi stopped him, already seeing how Suga was trying to help, "Hold on, just let him talk, okay?"

Suga continued on with his pep talk for the younger boy, "You're good at what you do and almost have too much determination. But your ability to assess your surroundings is your most important skill. So pay closer attention to your allies!"

Suga then walked back off of the court to let the boys discuss their plan. Hopefully, his words had sunk into Kageyama. This could help them significantly if they figured it out correctly. Endo patted him on the shoulder with a large smile, "Good job, vice-captain! Such wisdom!"

Sakura tilted her head as she watched her brother and Kageyama talk with each other. While she couldn't hear them that well, she figured that they were going to work together to the best of their ability. If there was one thing for certain, she knew that when posed with a challenge, both Kageyama and Shōyō would rise to it. The two of them were extremely competitive, to an annoying degree.

So the service was set by Daichi and easily received by Tanaka. In the zone, Kageyama assessed his surroundings and was ready to make the most precise toss to Shōyō as he could. He calculated everything perfectly and set the ball at an amazing speed. It only took a split second, but the ball was suddenly hitting the ground on the other side of the court. Everyone stared in awe at the turn of events. It actually worked?

The small spiker stared at his hand as it became a slight pink and stung a bit. "I... touched the ball!" Shōyō exclaimed and started to laugh hysterically and turned to Sakura, "Did you see that imouto!!"

"It wasn't that great," Tsukishima said lamely. Honestly, what was so amazing about just hitting the ball over the net. These simpletons were awed by anything.

"Guys," Daichi walked over with wide eyes and an expression of terrified awe, "he just did that with his eyes closed." Everyone jumped in surprise at that fact. Closed!? His eyes were closed? How in the name of kami had those two been able to do that?! What kind of madness was this! Daich went on to explain further, "From the moment his feet left the floor to the second he swung his arm, Hinata-kun's eyes were closed. Kageyama just made a pin-point toss into his hand, but Hinata-kun wasn't even looking at the ball! I don't know how he did it, but his timing was perfect."

During his explanation, Shōyō just continued to laugh in amazement. That feeling in his hand brought him such joy and accomplishment! "That's awesome! You guys, I don't know what happened but I just hit something! Did you see that? Huh!"

Kageyama spun to him and pointed at his with wide eyes, "Hey, what did you do? Your eyes weren't really shut, were they!?"

"Um, well you're the one who told me not to look at the ball," Shōyō explained sheepishly. "If I kept my eyes open I knew I would look at it."

"I wasn't telling you to-"

"But... but it worked, right? What's the big deal?"

"I know it worked but-" Kageyama started off in frustration, "what kind of person acts totally on trust?"

"I can't help it! Trust is the only way I know how to do it!"

Sakura shook her head at the question. It may seem impossible, but that's just what Shōyō is like. She may have not been as surprised by that, but that may just be because she grew up with him. Sakura has never known her brother to be any other way. A scense of trust that she could never have. He was different from her, in every way.

So the game continued on, with more failed attempts by Kageyama and Shōyō. It almost seemed like their magical quick attack was a one-time thing. Kageyama set the ball for him once again, though this time it was too far from the net and ended up hitting Shōyō in the face. "Sorry," he apologized to the fallen teen who now had a red cheek.

On the sidelines, Ennoshita shook his head as he added a point to Tsukishima's team, bring the score to 22-15. "Hmm, I guess that first time was a fluke."

"Yeah," Suga said with a hand on his chin in thought, "but I can tell their precision is already starting to improve."

"You really think so?" Ennoshia asked his upperclassmen shakily like he couldn't believe that. Sure the attack was pretty cool, but it certainly isn't consistent. They have yet to hit it even more than once.

"Doing good, Hinata-kun!" Endo cheered for the shorter teen and aimed a cheeky smile down at him, "just hit the ball with her hand, not your face."

"Yeah, I know." Shōyō said sarcastically and started to clean the floor while holding his bruised face, "That hurt."

The manager walked over to the boy in slight concern and bent down to him, "Are you okay?"

"Ah, y-yes ma'am!" Shōyō exclaimed at her appearance and worry over him. Slowly but surely his face was starting to turn a bit red in embarrassment. He abruptly looked over to Kageyama who had a slight smile. Though he wasn't smiling at Shōyō's misfortune, he was contemplating how doing this, keeping up with Hinata and the game was actually... Fun. "What are you smiling about this is the second time I've been smack in the face. I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose. You do know we still have to win right?"

"Of course I do!" He roared and spun around to get ready for the rest of the game.

"Aw man, it's not working," Shōyō whined rubbing his cheek before looking down at his stinging hand.

Sakura walked up to her twin and placed a hand on his shoulder in encouragement. Her camera swayed around her, almost being completely unused. She had taken a few pictures, at least one shot for each of the players, but that was all. After all, she has been pretty invested in the game, whether she wants to say it out loud or not. The outcome didn't matter, but with this developing quick attack, there was no way that Sakura could really look away. "You'll get it nii-san." She squeezed his shoulder before bonking him on the head with her fist, "now kick that beanpole's ass. If you don't, you know I'll make fun of you for it."

Shōyō nodded his head, knowing that she would mercilessly make fun of him for losing this game. She wouldn't usually do that, but this isn't a real game, so she's a tad bit more relaxed with her support for him and how she teases him when he loses. There was a strong spark of determination in his eyes, one that Sakura had seen plenty of times. She knew that he would do it, even if she didn't say anything to him. He was motivated to get this done!

The game continued on with Daichi serving the ball again with it being received by Tanaka. Like lightning, Shōyō ran up towards the net which drew the attention of the two other first-years who were ready to block him if he did try to spike it. There would be no way that he would be able to get through them, so he did what Kageyama had told him to. Go around!

He ran around to the other side of the net, throwing off Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. He may be shorter, but he could get through this. He could get that extra inch, that extra second to get around that gigantic wall. So he closed his eyes and swung his arm back. His hand came in contact with the ball. For a moment, he was able to open up his eyes and look to the other side of the net, just beyond Tsukishima's extended arm. Then he saw it, the view from the summit! It was even more amazing than he would have thought.

It almost felt like it went in slow-motion, for Shōyō at least. Seeing his own hit going over the wall before Tsukishima could block it, Daichi missing it, and the ball hitting the floor, left an amazing feeling in his gut. So it seemed like that new spike wasn't just a fluke.

"Yes!"

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyu #haikyū!!#anime fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #multiple ocs #ocs #male oc #female oc #oc character #hinata twins #twins #twin #the redemption games #hinata!oc #hinata

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fanfic-chan · 2 years

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Dessie's Recs

Here you can find a list of some of my absolute favorite fics and fellow writers! Please go show them some support!^^

By: @italeean

Cooperate, Atsushi-kun (Ler!Dazai/Lee! Atsushi)

A Harmless Fight (Lers!Xingqui and Chongyun/Lee!Childe)

By: @rattypattyy

Warming Up (Lers!Albedo, Eula, Amber, Bennett/Lee!Aether)

Lupical? (Ler!Itto/Lee!Razor)

By: @intheticklecloset

Sit Ups (Switches!Abe and Mihashi)

Don't Shake Your Head (Ler!Abe/Lee!Mihashi)

The Other Kind of Raspberries (Switches!Abe and Mihashi)

The Catcher's Confession (Ler!Mihashi/Lee!Abe)

Make Me (Ler!Mihashi/Lee!Abe)

Call Me Takaya (Ler!Abe/Lee!Mihashi)

What You Miss (Lers!Gen, Kohaku, Chrome, Kinro, and Ginro/Lee!Senku)

Guard Duty (Switches!Kinro and Ginro)

Just Out of Reach (Switches!Ukyo and Chrome

Everyone Wins (Ler!Hinata/Lee!Kenma)

Burn Some Calories (Ler!Asahi/Lee!Noya)

Off Kilter (Lers!Tanaka and Noya/Lee!Kageyama

You're the Coolest (Ler!Asahi/Lee!Noya)

Cool, Confident Libero (Lers!Karasuno Teammates/Lee!Noya)

Where's My Raincoat? (Ler!Hinata/Lee!Kageyama)

Off Day (Ler!Suga/Lee!Hinata)

A Little to Intense (Lers!Daichi and Suga/Lees!Tanaka and Hinata)

You can Trust Us (Lers!Karasuno Teammates/Lee!Kageyama)

Team Bonding (Ler!Noya/Lee!Yamaguchi)

Just Admit it (Lers!Tanaka and Asahi/Lee!Noya)

Receive your Punishment (Lers!Noya and Kageyama/Lee!Hinata)

This Means War (Lers!Karasuno Teammates/Lee!Kageyama)

By: @duckymcdoorknob

Dozing Off (Ler!Kurapika/Lee!Gon)

Domino Affect (Lers!Karasuno Third Years/Lee!Noya)

"Hey uh, can you help me?" (Ler!Tsukishima/Lee!Hinata)

Sunblock (Lers!Tsukishima and Hinata/Lee!Yamaguchi)

By: @giggly-squiggily

Loosen Up Rookie (Ler!Captain Obi/Lee!Shinra)

Our King (Lers!Tanaka and Noya/Lee!Kageyama)

Perfection Isn't Necessary (Lers!Tsukishima Brothers/Lee!Yamaguchi)

Too Many Compliments (Ler!Asahi/Lee!Hinata)

Don't Anger Daichi (Lers!Daichi and Suga/Lee!Hinata)

Don't Be Nervous (Lers!Kita and Suna/Lee!Yamaguchi)

Relax Your Shoulders (Lers!Kuroo and Bokuto/Lee!Tsukishima

Late Night Tickles (Ler!Tendou/Lee!Tsukishima)

Normal Guy! (Ler!Tendou/Lee!Tsukishima)

Sleepover with Kags (Switches!Hinata and Kageyama)

By: @damecosquillas

The Great King (Ler!Oikawa/Lee!Hinata)

No Mercy from the Guess Monster (Ler!Tendou/Lee!Goshiki)

Be Quiet! (Ler!Suga/Lee!Hinata)

By: @otomiya-tickles

I Can't See a Thing (Ler!Dazai/Lee!Atsushi)

Loosen up! (Lers!Kunikida and Dazai/Lee!Atsushi)

Batsu! (Ler!Suga/Lee!Hinata)

Balls Up (Lers!Noya and Suga/Lees!Kageyama and Hinata)

Don't Be Nervous (Lers!Karasuno Teammates/Lee!Hinata)

Having Fun (Lers!Bokuto and Kuroo/Lee!Tsukishima)

Gifts and Giggles (Ler!Kenma/Lee!Hinata)

Live! (Switches!Kenma and Hinata)

Tickle Team (Lers!Karasuno Teammates/Lee!Kageyama)

Never Anger Captain Daichi (Ler!Daichi/Lees!Hinata and Kageyama)

By: @myreygn

You're my Idol! (Ler!Lev/Lee!Kuroo)

Nightmare (Ler!Bokuto/Lee!Kuroo)

Basic Hedonism (Ler!Yaku/Lee!Kuroo)

What Even is College? (Ler!Kuroo/Lee!Yaku)

Monopoly Sucks (Lers!Nekoma/Lee!Kuroo)

N Over K Equals You Going Down (Switches!Kuroo and Yaku)

You're My Idol (Ler!Lev/Lee!Kuroo)

Get Em' Guess Monster (Ler!Tendou/Lees!Hinata and Goshiki)

By: @tartartartarsauce

Wind and Stone (Ler!Venti/Lee!Zhongli)

(This is not a complete list, and will be added onto in the future as needed.)

#important post #sfw #sfw tickling #dessie's recs #haikyuu tickling #big windup tickling #dr stone tickling #bnha+tickling #bunguo stray dogs tickling #recs #dessie's pals #hxh tickling

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reineyday · 3 years

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the oya oya conversation and that whole scene is absolutely priceless in english too

(bokuto in english is still amazing ahh bokuto supremacy tbh)

#we are all just bokuto stans #lmao like in english they go 'oh yeah? oh yeah yeah? oh yeah yeah yeah?'#but what makes it funny is when after tsukki goes 'can i ask u smth' and then bokuroo goes 'oh noooo'#and then instead of the 'just a club sounds like a name???' 'oh like mary club?????'#kuro calls bo dumb and bo's like 'HEY im getting better i got a 47 on my trig test!!!!!' kuro: 'uh congrats??'#and then tsukki's like 'do i say smth....' and akaashi's like 'nah thisll take a minute' l o l #and THEN in jpn bo continues by going 'hey glasses' 'my names tsukishima'#'hey tsukishima-kun'#but in english bo calls hin tall and skinny and when tsukki's like 'im tsukishima' bo's like 'hey tsukiabhaudhaja' LOL #like he cant be assed #i laughed pretty hard tbh #anyways it's probably his personality but bo works so well in english im love :'))))#rei rambles #long tags #haikyuu!!

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darkmegs · 2 years

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TRAINING CAMP AS THEIR MANAGERS (kuroo, akaashi, and tsukishima)

warnings: encouraging eating in kuroo’s part and mentions of food throughout all parts, slightly jealous tsukki?? (nothing toxic). gn! reader: (they/them pronouns). it’s been quite some time since i last wrote, so i might be a bit rusty haha, enjoy!!

KUROO:

“i’m just saying, glasses, you’d be a lot better at blocking if you—“

“kuroo, leave the poor kid alone.” you deadpan, shaking your head before going back to your task at hand.

“i’m simply being helpful. after all, i am a good guy.” your boyfriend defends, his attempt at an innocent smile plastering his handsome face.

you huff, “you wanna be helpful? then why don’t you help me get all the balls back, hm? and let tsukishima-kun have dinner.”

tsukishima speaks up, “actually, I don’t really feel like ea—“

“you’re eating dinner.” both you and kuroo chide in unison.

“tsukki! hey-hey-hey!” bokuto comes bouncing into your conversation, a nonchalant akaashi striding right behind him.

the energetic owl puts his arm around the tall fellow, “let’s go get dinner, woooo!!” before dragging the irritated blond away.

“do you need any help here, l/n-senpai?” akaashi asks, ever the angel.

“no, i’m fine, akaashi-kun. in fact, kuroo here already offered his help.” you say, with a smug smile.

“he did?”

“i did?”

“you did.”

your firm tone suggests no further arguments being accepted. knowing better, akaashi bids the peevish middle blocker goodbye and offers you a respectful bow before leaving the gym.

“get to work, captain.” you tease, before turning your back and sorting through the ball bin.

you hear a long-drawn sigh, followed by comedically petulant strides on the squeaky gym floors. you laugh, only to hear a petty huff from a distance.

“pouting isn’t gonna help you,” you remind him, a cheeky smile tugging at your lips.

when you turn around, you see kuroo marching towards you at full speed, an abundance of volleyballs tucked under each of his two arms.

you quickly side-step, allowing him to deposit the lot into the bin with a strained groan. you watch with a quirked brow as he feigned breathless pants.

“good job, tetsuro.” you tell him.

he turns to you, wiping the nonexistent sweat off his forehead, “do I get a reward for helping my beautiful manager?” he asks, obnoxiously leaning in for a kiss.

you raise a finger to his awaiting lips, making him open his eyes at the sudden stop.

you tilt your head, “you missed a ball…” you say, biting down a cocky smirk.

kuroo rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “you’re lucky I love you,” he mutters under his breath, before running to get the last ball.

AKAASHI:

you and akaashi were huddled in one of the corners of the gym after practice had ended. you were showing him the notes you’ve been taking during fukurodani’s practice matches, per his request.

“so if you exclude the times bokuto goes through ‘emo mode’, then the success rate of his cut shot would be—“

“hey-hey-hey!! what are we talking about, guys?” bokuto’s enthusiastic voice cuts you off, as he comes rushing towards the two of you.

akaashi hurriedly lowers your clip board and murmurs a quick note of not mentioning this to bokuto, before turning to his best friend.

“nothing, bokuto-san. what’s the matter?” he asks.

bokuto throws his arms around the pair of you, pulling you both into his vice grip. you shriek in surprise, whilst akaashi doesn’t seem all that shocked.

“let’s get dinner, ha? i heard they’re serving yakisoba buuuuuuns!!” bokuto exclaims, his hold on you tightening.

“bokuto-san, please let go of y/n. i think you cut off the blood circulation to their head.” akaashi tells him.

“hm?” bokuto hums in confusion, as he turns to you and notices the clear struggle on your face. he promptly lets go, allowing you to suck in a large gasp of air.

“oh y/n-san, I’m so so sorry!!” bokuto expresses. his eyes glazed with regret, the sheepish pout he was sporting only added more to his fervent apology.

he wasn’t far from kneeling on the floor and kissing your feet if you hadn’t waved your arms dismissively.

“i-i’m fine, bokuto-kun, really.” you fumble out, scratching the back of your head.

bokuto wanted to protest more, but you placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile to ease his burden.

“bokuto’s right; we should go have dinner before the cafeteria closes.” akaashi brings up.

you nod, “let me just grab my— awh man.”

“what’s wrong?” akaashi asks, immediately feeling concerned at the smallest mention of your distress.

“i forgot to bring my jacket :(“ you say.

“that’s fine, you can have mine.” akaashi replies, shrugging his own jacket off and placing it on your shoulders for you.

“thank you, akaashi-kun.” you tell him, with a grateful smile.

“you still call him by his last name?” bokuto asks.

you feel the heat rush to your cheeks, “yeah…” you answer, sheepishly. you turn to akaashi and see the tips of his ears turn red.

“unless you want me to call you by your first name? akaashi-kun?” you ask, shyly.

your question makes akaashi’s heart skip a beat, and he suddenly wishes he wasn’t in front of his best friend as this moment takes place. he seems to freeze for a second, before giving a curt nod, followed by a nervous gulp.

bokuto couldn’t tell who was more flustered between the pair of you, but all that mattered was that it was settled.

he clapped his hands together, “alright then, let’s get dinner!!” he shouted, turning on his heels and walking away.

the two of you, however, seemed to be glued to your spots in mortification. you shake the nervousness away and compose yourself.

you clear your throat softly, grabbing akaashi’s attention and making him turn to you. you take ahold of his hand, and gently intertwine your fingers with his.

“let’s get dinner…keiji.”

<3333

TSUKISHIMA

“tsukki! c’mon, man!” bokuto bellows, pumping his fist in excitement.

“i said no.” tsukishima replied, curtly. already getting up and tossing his towel over his shoulder as he made his way towards the gymnasium doors, ignoring the wails of protest.

“and where do you think you’re going?”

tsukki stops as he notices your figure standing in front of the exit, blocking his only escape from tweedledee and tweedledum, (as he likes to call the pair of captains.)

“to get dinner?” tsukki says, raising a brow at your question, as the answer was clearly obvious.

you tilt your head and take a look at him; from up to down. tsukki stiffens for a second, confused as to why you were suddenly evaluating him like a piece of meat on offer, before tuning back to his usual lax demeanor.

“can i help you?” he asks, slowly getting annoyed.

“no, but i can help you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“as your manager, i order you to stay back and practice with bokuto, akaashi and tetsuro-kun.” you say, smiling devilishly.

his brow arches at your demand, “first of all, what makes you think i’m gonna listen to you, manager?” he questions, his eyes sharp as ever.

the mentioned trio turned at the sudden sounds of an upcoming quarrel, their concern growing at the sight.

but there was no need for their worries, because you were smirking. even as the tall middle blocker stared you down, you didn’t flinch one bit. in fact, you looked as though you were amused.

“and second of all,” tsukishima starts, leaning closer to you where he could whisper, “”tetsuro-kun?””

“anything wrong with that? the two of us talk quite often, so it’s only natural.”

he glares at your response, but you only look him in the eyes, unfazed. the two of you engage in an unspoken staring contest.

“…”

“..—“

“fuck.”

he leans back with a sigh, “fine, whatever. but you better save me a plate.” he states.

“of course. what type of manager would i be if i deprived my team members from food?” you reply, charmingly.

tsukki scoffs, and you flash him a mischievous smile as you depart from the gymnasium. he heaves an exhausted groan, before treading back to the trio with heavy footsteps.

“tsukki-poo! ya changed your mind?” bokuto asks, nudging him in the ribs.

“no. i was forced to be here.”

“awh, and here i thought you finally had a change of heart. guess we need to thank y/n.” kuroo comments.

tsukishima wanted to throw him a dirty look; his head conjuring mean thoughts after finding out just how close you two were.

“yeah, you should be nicer to your manager, tsukki. we’ve seen the way you talk to them. totally not cool, man.” bokuto preached, his arms crossed and eyes closed in disappointment.

“they’re my s/o…” tsukishima muttered, lowly. casting his glance somewhere else to avoid having his blushing cheeks on display.

“OH?!?! SERIOUSLY?!” bokuto shouted, in disbelief.

“whatever, let’s jus—“

“NO WAY!! YOU GUYS ARE DATING??” bokuto continued.

tsukki was growing irritated by the second. akaashi glances at him, sympathetically.

“let’s drop it, bokuto-san. tsukishima-kun clearly doesn’t want to speak about the matter any longer.” he advises.

“alright, alright, let’s get to practice.” kuroo steps in, clapping his hands. “bokuto, i’m crushing your ass.”

“oh we’ll see!” the owl challenges, walking to his side of the net along with akaashi.

“let’s do this, tsukishima.” kuroo encourages, lightly slapping the bespectacled boy’s lower back.

tsukki wanted to revolt at the contact but he begrudgingly stood in position. he’s surely going to have a talk with you later on.

“oh and by the way,” kuroo leans in to whisper, “y/n talks very highly of you. you’re a lucky guy, glasses.”

tsukki’s eyes widen. his mind racing at kuroo’s words. he now feels a tad bit guilty about his prior thoughts. he opens his mouth to stutter something out, but before he can, bokuto serves the ball.

whatever he wanted to say can wait. for now, he’s going to practice with a small smile; knowing there’s nothing between the pair of you to worry about.

but he’ll definitely be hiding that smile, because those are reserved for your eyes only <3

thank you for reading! i don’t really like my writing here but i hope i can do a better job in my next post haha

thanks for calling darkmegs!

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