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[emouka05]

Dorm mate! Tsukishima

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To Call You Mine

college!tsuki x reader series

Ch. 1 - study buddies

warning(s): swearing, early early mornings 😵‍💫, second hand embarrassment LOL

a/n: ahhhhh!! Here’s chapter one of my first series!! I have the masterlist and details linked above but for some quick info: this is a college!au multi chapter fic about tsuki and the reader :) if you’d like to be added to the taglist let me know!! And as always I really appreciate your thoughts and comments n all that :) my inbox is always open!!! Enjoy <3 psps - don’t forget to check out the playlist linked above hhehehe

You’re not sure what woke you first; your alarm, the pain shooting up your back from the stiff cot your university has the audacity to refer to as a “bed”, or your own sour attitude from having to be up so early.

Five am. Five am. It takes a certain kind of sick and twisted individual to suggest meeting up to study at five in the morning. Although, you have to admit, it does take a different kind of person to actually agree to those terms.

Why, why, why, why, why.

Is the mantra you chant to yourself while you mindlessly dress and pack your bag, not even bothering to snatch a power bar from your nightstand for breakfast. Water will have to do.

You make an effort to click the door shut behind you quietly, not wanting to wake up your more than sweet dorm mate who’d surely be focusing on being just as careful as you were right now.

“Oh my gosh, don’t you have that study date in the morning sweetie? You should be sleeping right now.” Bonnie, said dorm mate, leans over the back of your desk chair to peer down at the page of your calculus ll textbook you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. Concern is evident in her voice and her body language as she brings up a hand to gingerly rub your shoulder, hoping her small sideways smile will give you a sense of comfort. Or maybe even convince you to give it, and yourself, a rest.

“I know, I know. I just want to be prepared is all. I’m already dropping past a C at the speed of light and I’m sure my professor thinks I’m an idiot, hence him actually setting me up with a tutor, and I don’t need this guy to think I’m one too.” Your head falls in your hands at the end of your sentence, a dramatic groan feeling needed to really emphasize your point, too.

“Okay, just head to bed soon.” She placed a kiss on the top of your head before crawling into her own bed, using a storage container to prop herself onto it properly. She almost made you homesick with the way she doted on you like she was your mother.

You looked over and tapped the screen of your phone to see it read 9:14, not too late. You could reasonably cram in one more lesson.

You scoffed at yourself with the door fully shut and locked. You should’ve listened to Bonnie when you had the chance, it was just past midnight when you finally tore yourself away from last weeks review and decided to get ready for bed. Barely even four hours later and you’re up and getting ready to look at it all again.

You could at least appreciate how quiet the dorm hall was this ea-

“Mornin’, you!”

You internally banged your head against the wall at the bright voice that came towards you with such heavy and loud footsteps, how can someone’s footsteps manage to be so loud on carpet?

You substituted a hello with a gentle smile and wave as your R.A., who definitely didn’t remember your name - which is fine cause you didn’t remember theirs either, rushed past you.

Sighing deeply, you left the warm confines of the dorm building and stepped into the cold and brisk morning, starting your trek to the library.

He couldn’t have even chose a coffee place or something?

You had some, thoughts, about this guy. You didn’t know much about him, only two things.

One, his name: Tsukishima Kei.

Two, he was a good enough student to be assigned to you as a tutor.

You swallowed your slight embarrassment at the thought of your professor reaching out to someone on your behalf and instead chose to focus more on how weird this guy has to be.

Waking up before the sun rises on a Sunday was not something you looked forward to, you don’t think anybody would truly; especially to meet someone for the first time; yet this guy thinks it’s a great idea. So much so he didn’t even think to ask first, just tell you when and where to meet.

Thursday 4:14 pm

- ‘It’s Tsukishima. See you at 5 in the library this sunday.’

- ‘Oh hi!! Oh ok, am or pm?? lol’

Thursday 7:43 pm

- ‘am.’

- ‘Ok cool, see ya then!’

And that was it. Neither of you have texted since, which was three days ago on a Thursday afternoon. It kind of bothered you really, I mean, what kind of self righteous ass-

You took a deep breath and chose to think happy thoughts instead. You’d much rather be in a somewhat pleasant mood when you meet this guy than have some grudge against a stranger. And he probably talks different than he texts, right? You’re sure he didn’t mean to sound like a complete jerk.

You shook your head as if you were shaking away your thoughts as you started to walk along the path to the library. It was a fairly nice walk, about five minutes, and being alone was kind of peaceful on the way there this early.

Your feet shuffled only slightly on the cold concrete surprisingly enough considering the way your fatigue was starting to creep into your joints - but surely the cold wasn’t helping.

It was that kind of morning cold that stung your nostrils when you breathed in and tickled your cheeks and ears. It made your hands clench and unclench in your coat pockets, debating whether or not it’d be worth it to pull the cold metal of your jacket zipper just a centimeter higher in hopes of keeping your neck warmer. The morning fog leaving droplets on the synthetic material of your coat, making it squeak awfully when you moved your arms. And there was the dew on the grass that’d cling onto the tops of your shoe when you had to walk through it.

But the way the old fashioned light posts lit your walk and illuminated the fog kind of made your slight discomfort worth it. And by the time you reached the tall brick library, you could almost say you were in a pleasant mood, almost. And then you remembered why you were here.

You took one final deep breath as you reached the heavy doors of the university library. It was a grand sight really.

The building had its own separate spot on campus, towering at about four stories high, which although didn’t sound ginormous, it definitely felt that way when you had to climb those stairs to the top floor for a book you really didn’t even want. The brick with the foliage creeping up the sides to cover some of the lower windows even gave it an almost magic feeling when you took it in from the outside, it’s too bad that sense of wonder couldn’t be mirrored on the inside.

It was too quiet, especially this early, it smelt almost stale, and everything seemed to have a layer of dust no matter how new a book was. And the bathrooms? Old. Most stalls didn’t even have usable locks at this point. It’s arguably all apart of the charm of such an old building, but it’s not as charming when you have to reach out to keep the stall door closed with your fingertips just to use the restroom. And the water from the sink that never seems to get warm enough when you wash your hands doesn’t help either. Yet the water fountains are always too warm curiously enough.

You made little to no noise besides the occasional rustling of your jacket and squeaking of your shoes as they padded across the dingy off-colored carpet towards the back of the first floor.

There were various sizes of tables spread out throughout the space, few actually matching in color or style. The chairs varied less - but you could still find the oddball desk chair, or the chair with the wooden frame just a tad to wide to feel like a normal seat but just as evenly too small to be a bench.

Your heavy eyes surveyed the dimly lit space in hopes of finding any sign of human life when you finally noticed a backpack haphazardly tossed onto a table, still zipped open. Pens were splayed across the table with a single notebook, scribbles scrawled across the pages too far from you to be read. Not seeing anyone occupying the seat pulled away from the tables edge, you took out your phone to take a peek at the time.

4:58 am

Wow, I’m early?

Shoving your phone back into your pocket you began to make your way towards the (un)occupied table, debating whether a seat closer or farther would be more polite.

If I sit too close that’ll definitely be-

“Hey.”

You felt your shoulders hunch up to your ears and a small gasp leave your mouth at the way the voice behind you so suddenly interrupted your train of thought.

You turned around to come face to face with the voice.

“Are you (y/n)?”

Damn. He’s kinda tall.

Kind of was certainly an understatement. God he was definitely above 6 feet, 6’2” maybe? No, maybe even a little taller.

A single earbud was still in his ear as the other hung down and rested against his chest. He took the time to take the other out and wrap the cord gently around his middle and index finger before shoving it into his coat pocket, presumably the same one with his phone, in an effort to prevent them from getting tangled most likely. He took a deep breath and eyed you up and down before chuckling softly to himself.

“Okay.”

The tall man, who you’re now beginning to realize is Tsukishima, gives you a quizzical stare with a quirked eyebrow as he looks you up and down one last time, definitely judging you and your silence at this point, before turning around and making his way to a table.

Well it’s a good thing he stopped you before you sat at some other strangers table. You don’t think your heart could’ve taken that today.

You watched his back as he made his way towards a table farther into the back, closer to a window peering out onto the foggy and barely illuminated field.

Oh shit

“Oh, sorry!” You clear your throat and begin again, your own sudden volume startling yourself for a moment, as you double your pace to catch up and walk beside him towards a table,

“Um, yeah. Sorry, it’s a little early, brain hasn’t woke all the way up.”

Silence.

At the lack of a response, you decide to awkwardly laugh rather than wallow at the fact he didn’t even give a pity chuckle at your bad attempt at a polite joke to ease the seemingly tense vibe between the two of you.

Okay, well he definitely seems to talk the way he texts.

Clearing your throat again, you tried once more.

“I’m (y/n) by the way, it’s nice to m-“

“I know your name.” He stopped at the table and turned to glance down at you over his shoulder, the tiniest of smirks resting on his face with raised eyebrows, before pulling out a seat to sit in.

Yeah, maybe being quiet for a bit would do you some good. You’ll try again later.

Still trying to shake the embarrassment, no humiliation at this point, you busied yourself with taking out all the proper materials and waiting while he did the same. Sitting patiently opposite of Tsukishima, you decided to finally get a good look at him. Take in what you see and make some judgements.

He shook off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, showing you his wide shoulders underneath the simple grey t-shirt he wore. You didn’t fail to notice how the sleeves were cuffed, either.

Hm. Nice look.

Points for Tsukishima.

His hands and ears were slightly pink from the weather outside, contrastingly sweet against the paleness of his skin.

Kinda cute, in like a Keebler elf kind of way.

More points, you guess, for Tsukishima.

He sighed as he opened up the calculus ll textbook, adjusting his glasses with long and slender fingers before flipping through the pages. You decided it’d be best to do the same.

It was quiet for a moment too long when you thought it might be a good idea to try and speak again, but apparently he must’ve had the same idea.

“So, why d-“

“Thanks for-“

Cutting each other off, you pursed your lips as he gave you some emotionless stare, one of you waiting for the other to start back up again.

Andddd, another awkward beat of silence.

Jesus, this was gonna be the longest hour of your life.

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And they were roommates… (Part 5)

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader

Summery: Suna and [Y/N] are from rival clans and they‘re suppose despise eachother but they met in college and they kiss kiss fall in love 👍

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Closing the door of the shared dormitory with Hitoka, [Y/N] quietly took off her shoes and placed it in the shoe rack. Looking into the house to make sure that no one heard her coming in.

It’s currently 2 in the morning and the [H/C] haired girl just got back from some house problems her clan was facing. But since she doesn’t have any classes tomorrow, she could just sleep the entire day away without having to worry needing to wake up for her classes.

“[L/N]…?” The girl jumped at the sudden voice and looked towards the kitchen where it was heard. There stood her blonde roommate with a cup in hand. “Y-yachi…hi ahaha…”

The girl laughed awkwardly as she stares at Hitoka, wondering why her roommate was only coming home at such a time. “Did something happened?” [Y/N] hummed In response.

The room was dark since none of them turned on the lights. The only light was from the light poses outside their balcony window from the living room. The blonde still looking at the girl near their front door.

“You look…worried,” Turning away and avoiding her gaze, [Y/N] was confused. The two barely talked after they met when she first moved in, all she knew was that Hitoka studies fashion and she hangs out with a girl with glasses and dark blue hair.

The blonde pouted and placed her cup on the dining table, “Well of course I am! We’re dorm mates are we not? Plus the RAs will question us won’t they?” Crossing her arms, the fashion student walked towards the girl to obverse her face better.

“Oh right…the RAs…” Remembering the resident assistant that was in charge of the building the two stayed in, she heard that the person was strict from the other students staying there. “Sorry…”

“Mmm, it’s fine. I just finished my project for class. You ate yet?” The daughter of the [L/N] clan nodded and looked up at her, seeing her with slight eye bags under her eyes. Thinking that Hitoka probably stayed up for a while with her assignment.

“Don’t you wanna go sleep? You got eye bags,”

“Mm, I had too much hot chocolate anyways, can’t sleep even if I want to,”

The atmosphere in the room quickly became awkward, making the [H/C] haired girl uncomfortable, especially since she hadn’t taken a bath after going out for so long.

“I’ll…go take a shower,”

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To: Tsukishima Kei

From: [L/N] [Y/N]

╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳

To: The Miyas

From: Suna Rintarou

╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳

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[kuroopaisen]

squabbler. (tsukishima kei)

➵ being a student in your country’s most prestigious mage university isn’t easy. even less so, when you have to turn to your sworn enemy, tsukishima kei, for help.

wc: 6.4k

warnings: gn!reader, mage!au

a/n: dariamorgendoerfer100 thank you for your support! you’re very sweet, and i enjoy your little comments T-T and a big thank you to both erin and ren for beta’ing this :( i love you both so much

Maybe you were a little early. And this was just a theory class; nothing too exciting, just an overview of the history of magic. But you couldn’t help it. You were just so damn excited.

You were the first person from your village to have earned a spot in the nation’s most prestigious mage academy, after all. Well, the first in a few decades. But that sort of detail wasn’t too important. What mattered was that you were here, in the halls of the great academy.

Said halls were currently empty. But you didn’t mind it too much. It gave you some time to admire it all. Admire how old the stone looked, without giving the impression it was falling apart. Admire how the entire place seemed to thrum with magic, echoing through every nook and cranny. Admire how even the way the sun filtered through the windows seemed to have a mythical quality to it.

However, rocks and stones were only interesting for so long. And nobody else had turned up.  

How early were you? You pouted, playing with the hem of your robes.

Were you in the wrong place? Had you misread your letters? Were you on the wrong side of campus? Would you be penalised for being late? Was your academic career in shambles before it had even begun?

At that moment, you heard footsteps. You twirled around, almost tripping over your own feet.

It was a tall blond boy, clad in glasses and an expression of sincere disinterest. He looked roughly your age, and his umber robes were just a little too short in the sleeves.

Why was he so tall? Were humans allowed to be that tall? Had he used some kind of elicit magic to spur his growth?

You’d never met anyone that tall before. Not back home. And you were a really, really long way from home. And now was not the first moment that you’d wondered if you’d made the right decision, moving so far away.

No! You wouldn’t be intimidated by this. You’d come all this way, after all, and you were ready for anything. You would talk to this boy, and you would make your very first friend at this academy. Now that was a thrilling thought.

“Hello!” You piqued up, maintaining a respectable enough distance between the two of you. You’d have liked to say it was because you wanted to be polite, but it was mainly to ensure that you wouldn’t have to crane your neck so much as you looked up at him.

The boy said nothing. He didn’t even look at you. Had he not heard you?

“Are you excited to start?” You asked, speaking a little louder this time. That was a neutral enough question. Surely, that would beget some kind of response.

Still nothing. But, you did notice his eyebrows sink a little.

“I’m a bit nervous, myself,” you smiled nervously, tilting your head at him. Maybe he was just shy?

You swallowed, trying to ignore how clammy your hands were becoming. “Are you… from around here?”

The boy glanced at you for a second, and you felt the tightness in your chest ease a little.

But instead of answering you, he reached into his bag and pulled out one of the textbooks. He opened it without a word, leaning against the wall and positioning himself in such a way that allowed him to put you out of sight.

Oh, now you were mad. What, he couldn’t even engage in polite small talk? What was he, a child? What an ungrateful little–

You glowered at him, crossing your arms as you slumped against the wall. You weren’t about to start a fight. That wasn’t worth it – especially not on your first day. But you couldn’t help but feel a little angry.

You hadn’t managed to make your first friend at the academy. Oh, no.

You’d just made your first enemy.

✧✧✧

It only took about half a year for things to start going wrong.

For the most part, you were pretty decent at this whole magic thing. It wasn’t so much a natural aptitude – although your natural abilities certainly weren’t bad – but more a testament to your hard work.

Unfortunately, that asshole you’d met on your first day – who you’d now come to know as Tsukishima Kei – was also good. But he didn’t seem to care. Admittedly, you’d taken a peek at his test scores before – yes, you know it’s unethical, but you couldn’t help it. You’d just wanted to know if he had any legs to stand on, being as insufferably smug as he was. You hadn’t liked the answer.

Worse yet, your professors liked to call on him in class. And he answered perfectly, each and every time. And yet, he always sounded so bored? How could someone be bored learning about magic? Gods, that pissed you off.

And somehow, by some cruel trick of fate, he was in every single one of your classes. The cohort was big enough to be split in two, but no matter the arrangement of the rest of your peers, the two of you were always together.

He knew you didn’t like him. You’d never really spoken about it, but there’d been a fair few times when you’d mutually glared at each other during class. You weren’t quite sure if he just looked at everyone like that, or if he was targeting you specifically. Either way, you didn’t like it.

That wasn’t even taking into account the numerous tense in-class discussions you’d had. Every time you presented an idea, this beanpole of a man decided he needed to challenge it. You’d been humiliated for the first few months, but you’d made a valiant effort to grow some thicker skin. It had worked, for the most part; some days you could even fire back at your apathetic nemesis.

You could handle him fine enough. But your dorm-mates had decided to get themselves into a massive argument. You still weren’t sure over what, exactly, but it’s origin evidently didn’t matter. You were stuck in the middle, trying desperately to smooth over the situation.

But, it was quite difficult easing tensions when each angry party had the ability to set someone’s hair on fire – even if it was against academy rules. Playing mediator was taking up more of your time than it had any right to, and it was proving to be exhausting.

Worse yet, the workload had grown even more intense, and it was starting to overwhelm you. You’d known that the academy was tough, but you hadn’t properly comprehended it before coming here. Now, you were experiencing it.

And on top of all that, you’d been hit by a recent bout of homesickness. You could handle them well enough, frequently, that they were – but all those extenuating circumstances meant that your typical coping strategies were less effective.

You’d managed to stay on top of your studies, for the most part. Except, unfortunately, for one subject in particular.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t wrap your head around alchemy. You always seemed to mess it up – and no amount of private tuition from the professor could help. You could tell she was a very clever woman, but it was obvious that because she just knew so much about it, she had a hard time noticing where the gaps in your knowledge might be. And frankly, the amount of time you spent speaking to her after class was getting embarrassing.

You’d decided that you wouldn’t speak to her this afternoon. It wouldn’t be productive, for one, and you were worried that you were wearing her patience thin. Perhaps it was time to find a proper tutor…

None of your friends were particularly good at alchemy, and you didn’t know any of your upperclassmen. Did the academy have an official tutoring program? You’d never actually looked into that sort of thing. But trying to search out that sort of thing would take precious time that you should spend studying…

That’s when he walked past you.

Tsukishima Kei. Top of the class.

A horrible idea blossomed in your mind. One that made your stomach churn.

Can I swallow my pride? You thought.

Yes. I’m desperate.

As soon as you finished that thought, you turned and tore down the corridor as fast as your legs could carry you. He was already what felt like half a country away. Damn him and his long legs.

“Hey!” You hollered, cursing your own lack of stamina. “Hey, Tsukishima!”

He paused, looking over his shoulder with an expression of baffled irritation.

You skittered to a stop behind him. “Please tutor me,” you said, each word punctuated by a deep breath.

“Huh?” He grimaced, looking down at you. “No.”

“No please!” You gasped. “Please!”

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at you, turning around.

Oh, you weren’t letting him get away that easily.

You dashed around him, standing right in his way.

You were running on pure instinct and desperation now, bowing sharply with your fists clenched at your side.

People were definitely starting to stare. But you were pretty damn desperate. The examination was barrelling towards you, and you certainly hadn’t studied enough for it.

“I’ll help you if you stop making a scene,” he hissed, face flushed with embarrassment.

You shot up to full height, looking at him with an expression that appeared to be misplaced adoration. “Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Did you listen to me at all—”

“Tomorrow night, seven o’clock,” you breathed, “The library. Bye!”

You fled, not giving him the time to refute you. And you were glad you ran; you could feel your cheeks burning, almost as much as your chest was. You hated running, but you needed to make sure he wouldn’t change his mind.

That was unequivocally one of the most embarrassing things you’d ever done.

But you were pretty damn desperate.

✧✧✧

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he decided not to come. Your trust in him was tenuous at best; you could only hope that you’d appealed to at least some iota of human decency locked behind that mask of apathy.

Suffice to say that morale was low.

It had been a long day. One of your friends had roped you into renovating the greenhouse with them, and that had been much more work than you’d anticipated. Apparently all the plants along one of the walls had to be relocated, and all in one day. You’d wanted to say no when you’d found that out, but your friend had been so stressed. You hadn’t had the heart to walk away from them.

So, you’d been diligently running around all afternoon, slowly feeling the work ebb away at your energy reserve. All the while, you’d been worrying about your study session. Wondering if Tsukishima would turn up. Wondering if he was actually capable of salvaging your alchemy grades.

You glanced at a candle in one of the alcoves, each inch burned representing an hour passed.  

Tsukishima was late.

You sighed, resting your head on the desk. It was foolish of you to put your hopes in him. He had no reason to extend a hand. If anything, your academic blunders were probably a feather in his cap. You hated the thought of him revelling in your failure. Were you really so stupid as to ask him for help?  

Before you knew it, you’d closed your eyes, fluttering in and out of consciousness. You would’ve made more of an effort to stay awake, in case Tsukishima did turn up and use the fact you were sleeping as an excuse to run off.

But you were just so tired…

Tsukishima Kei… bastard…

You could hear students shuffling around the library, but nobody seemed to be approaching you. How long had it been now? Were you a fool for waiting around for so long, for a boy who obviously wasn’t coming?

Alchemy… I have to pass…

A warm, pleasant sound came from above you, rousing you gently from your half-consciousness.

Was that… a laugh? Well, it wasn’t a true laugh; it was something more like a chuckle, like the person responsible for it was ashamed to be so amused.  

Your eyes fluttered open, all bleary from your nap. “Huh?”

“If you don’t wake up, I’ll leave.”

Your head snapped up at that, your archnemesis coming into vision. You realised, then, that it must’ve been him that laughed. That unfortunately came hand-in-hand with the revelation that you didn’t hate the sound.

“I was tired,” you grumbled, stretching your arms above your head in a grandiose show.

“Whatever,” he sighed, slipping into the seat next to you with the air of a man who was about to start calculating his debts. “Maybe you should just head back to your dorm,” he sighed. “I don’t know if you’re in any state to study.”

“Listen,” you hissed, “I’m tired. And you’re late.”

“Relax,” Tsukishima yawned, reaching one hand into his bag. “I had work to do.”

You blinked at him, trying to soothe the anger brewing in your chest.

“I actually finished early, by the way.”

“Oh,” you swallowed, the anger quickly slipping into a mild guilt. “I’m— sorry—”

“Whatever,” he sighed, tossing a textbook onto the table.

You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say. You were supposed to be studying, right? That meant you couldn’t be too abrasive, lest you get nothing of worth done. Could you do that?

“Let’s just get this over and done with, alright?” He sounded just as bored as always.

You mumbled something incoherent, even to yourself.

“What do you need help with?” Tsukishima sighed, electing to ignore you.

“Uh…”

“Don’t say everything.”

You stayed resolutely silent.

“Fucking…” Tsukishima groaned, rubbing a temple with his fingers.

“Well, that’s not very polite,” you grumbled, crossing your arms as you sat back in your chair.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what to focus on,” Tsukishima snapped, frustratingly straightforward. “Do you know the basics of chrysopoeia?”

You blinked at him for a moment. “Yes…?”

“Do you know what that is?”

“That’s when…” You frowned, racking your drowsy brain for the answer. The term was familiar, but…

“Come on.” Tsukishima looked like he was one breath away from getting up and leaving. “We did this last year.”

“Oh!” You gasped, sitting up a little straighter. “Gold! It’s gold!”

Tsukishima sighed. “Almost. Do you remember how to make gold?”

“What am I making it from?” You frowned. “You can’t ask such a broad question.”

He blinked at you for a second, seemingly frustrated at the fact that you were right. The base metal mattered, after all.

“Fine,” he mumbled. “I’m sure you know how to do it with lead, so… how about copper?”

The two of you ran over a series of transmutations, helping Tsukishima figure out the gaps in your knowledge. You couldn’t tell if he was impressed or annoyed by the fact that you knew more than he’d expected. You, at least, felt some sense of pride; you were smarter than he’d given you credit for. Although, another part of you felt as though you should be offended by the fact he’d thought you’d be stupider than this.

You glanced at the candle again. Another two hours had passed. Gods, you were getting tired. You plopped your crossed arms on the table, sinking down over them and using them as a pillow. You closed your eyes for a second, letting Tsukishima methodically explain the theoretical process of refining an alkahest.

“Are you even listening to me?” He hissed, nudging you with an elbow.

“Mhm,” you murmured, half your face covered by your crossed arms.

Tsukishima had half a mind to bonk you on the back of the head with his textbook. But, he wasn’t about to do that. Not when you seemed like you’d explode at him for the smallest of provocations.

It was a real shame you looked so cute, all sleepy—

What… the fuck? He thought to himself, freezing at the revelation.

You? Cute? Those were not two words that belonged together. Not under any circumstance.

“Get up,” he hissed, two fingers poking at your temple.

You groaned, trying to hit his assault away with a limp hand.

“We’re done here,” he huffed, standing up sharply.

You jolted upright in your chair, looking up at him with wide eyes. “But we’re not done!”

“It’s one in the morning,” he grumbled, pointing at the candle nestled in a cranny on the wall next to you. Sure enough, the wax had melted, leaving a stump that was only a couple of inches tall.

“But… but I still don’t feel like I’ve caught up,” you groaned, standing up with a creak in your bones. How old were you? Sixty?

“Not my problem,” he shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

No. No, you weren’t letting your one chance at academic redemption get away from you that easily.

“Tsukishima,” you whined, turning to look up at him with the most desperate puppy eyes you could manage. You had half a mind to clasp your hands together in front of you to really complete the image. “Tsukki—”

“Don’t call me that.”

Whoops. “I’m sorry!” You said, the phrase jumbling out a bit too quickly. “Please… please help me out again. Please.”

He looked down at you, his eyebrows pinched together in a look that you could only describe as mild disgust. Were you that annoying? Was this such a waste of his time?

“Fine.”

Huh? “Wait, are you serious?”

“Unfortunately,” he muttered.

An unbridled grin broke out across your face. You’d looked deflated mere seconds ago, but now you’d been given new life. Tsukishima was doing all he could to ignore how radiant you looked in the dim half-light of the lanterns.

“If I said no, you’d just keep pestering me about it,” he grumbled, turning his back to you.

You pouted, but had nothing to say. Unfortunately, he was right. You just turned back to your books, packing them into your bag.

“Hurry up,” Tsukishima sighed, making you jump.

“Hm?” You looked over your shoulder, surprised to see him still standing there.

“I want to go to sleep.”

“Then go to bed,” you blinked.

“I will,” he said, “but I can’t do that until I’ve dropped you off at your dorm.”

He said it so matter-of-factly that you almost apologised. Almost.

“Huh?”

“Just… just hurry up, okay?”

✧✧✧

“Hey, Tsukki? hat’s wrong?” Yamaguchi frowned, tilting his head at his companion. “You’re usually great at this stuff.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Tsukishima grumbled, letting his hand fall to his side. He’d been trying to produce a solid ball of light for the past five minutes.

“Are you sure?”

Tuskishima clenched his fist, feeling a wisp of air escape from it. Ah, so he’d been producing something, at least. But regardless, he was wasting their designated time in the courtyard. And he certainly didn’t plan on wasting any more of it by indulging Yamaguchi’s desire to pry into his private life.

“You’ve been kind of off these days, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi pouted, eyebrows pinched together as he regarded his friend. “Have you been sleeping alright?”

“I’ve been sleeping fine,” Tsukishima snapped. Even he knew that was a disproportionate response. But the fact of the matter was he certainly wasn’t sleeping as well as he could be. It was just that every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts managed to find their way back to you.

And quite frankly, he didn’t want to see you anymore than he had to. Even if it was in his half-asleep thoughts, where you were smiling up at him like you actually wanted to see him—

“Tsukishima!”

Oh no.

He cringed, jaw clenching as he saw you running towards him from the other side of the courtyard, your robes fluttering behind you.

Yamaguchi glanced at him, eyebrows raised just a little.

You came to a stop in front of them, giving them each a little bow. Only Yamaguchi returned it.

“What do you want?” Tsukishima swallowed, uncomfortably aware of Yamaguchi’s eyes.

“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi murmured. It was less his name and more a plea to not be so rude. Tsukishima could tell that from Yamaguchi’s tone of voice alone.  

You looked up at Tsukishima, your features pulled into a look of perfect indignation. “Oh, so he’s allowed to call you Tsukki.”

“Bold of you to assume he ever asked me for permission,” Tsukishima grumbled.

You pouted at him for a moment, until your eyes lit up with a certain kind of mischief that Tsukishima had come to dread.

“He talks about you a lot,” you said, turning to Yamaguchi with the brightest smile on your face.

“I do not—”

“You sound like a good friend,” you beamed, hands behind your back. “Tsukki seems to hate literally everyone, so good job!”

“Why are you like this?” Tuskishima groaned, his hands coming up to cover his face.

“Like what?” You asked, your expression the perfect picture of innocence.

He wanted to choose his next words carefully. Very carefully.

“Ah!” You straightened up, your head whipping around to the other side of the courtyard.

“Is everything okay?” Tsukishima frowned, only the smallest touch of concern in his voice.

“I have a meeting,” you said, twirling around in a flurry of robes. “Bye!”

Tsukishima opened his mouth to shout after you; something about how you can’t run away from an argument, about how this entire exchange was entirely useless, about how you needed to keep better track of time…

But you were already gone. All he could do was stare at the spot you’d just been, a look of mild displeasure on his face.

He didn’t check that expression in time. Yamaguchi had already seen it.

“Oh?”

Oh no.

Yamaguchi was grinning. Widely. Usually he’d try and hide that sort of thing behind one of his hands, but not today.

“I don’t,” Tsukishima grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“I haven’t even said anything yet,” Yamaguchi giggled.

“Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong,” Tsukishima grunted, the tips of his ears suddenly feeling quite warm.

“So,” Yamaguchi hummed, tilting his head to the side. “Want to tell me about them?”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Really?” Oh, Yamaguchi was having the time of his life. “You don’t want to… hold their hand, do you?”

“Yamaguchi.”

“What? I’m just curious.”

“Another word out of you and I’ll strike you down where you stand.”

✧✧✧

You liked Yamaguchi well enough. The fact that he was friends with Tsukishima was almost funny.

You just didn’t know why he was with the two of you right now.

“Yamaguchi.”

“Mhm?”

“Do you need to be here?” Tsukishima sighed, not looking up from the textbook.

“Aw, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi frowned, barely trying to hide the mischief in his eyes. “I just want to hang out with my best friend.”

“And?” Tsukishima prompted, rubbing his temples.

“Oh, Tuskki,” you pouted, tilting your head at him. “He just wants to hang out with his best friend! You’d really kick him out so coldly?” You didn’t know why Yamaguchi was in the mood to tease, but you definitely wanted to be a part of it.

“I didn’t ask for your input,” Tsukishima snapped, picking up his quill with an unusual amount of irritation.

Yamaguchi snickered.

“You should respect your friends some more,” you sighed, twirling your own quill in your fingers.

“Who are you?” Tsukishima scoffed. “My mother?”

“No.” You shook your head, sketching the symbol for mercury on your page absent-mindedly. “I would’ve raised you better.”

Yamaguchi had to cover his mouth at that one.

“You’re dragging my family into this?”

Oh shit, you thought, might want to backtrack that one. “You’re right, I should give your mother more credit. I can’t imagine having to put up with you for… what is it now? Eighteen? Nineteen years?”

“Do you want me to tutor you or not?” Tsukishima glowered at you. “Because if you’re going to keep being ungrateful, then—”

“I’m sorry!” You squeaked, bowing your head at him. “I take it back, you’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met—”

“That wasn’t an indication to swing too far in the opposite direction,” he rolled his eyes, praying that his cheeks weren’t too pink. “Now just… just start solving that transmutation, okay?”

You pouted at him for a long moment.

“What?” Tsukishima sighed.

“I’m just wondering,” you mused, “Are you cursed?”

Tsukishima’s face dropped. “What are you on about?”

“Well, I was thinking,” you hummed, tapping the feather of your quill against your lips. Tsukishima was determined to look literally anywhere else.

“That’s not a good thing,” he mumbled.

“You’re literally incapable of saying anything nice to your friends,” you mused, tilting your head at him. “Is that because you’re cursed?”

“Do you ever say anything that makes sense?”

“See! That’s a great example!”

“What—we’re not friends—”

“Now that’s the meanest thing you’ve said to me so far!”

Why were you like this? Why were you so difficult to put a finger on? And why was Yamaguchi giggling?

“Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima growled, casting him a glance.

“I’ll be quiet,” Yamaguchi smiled, turning back to his own work.

“And you,” Tsukishima said, tapping you on the nose with his quill. “Get to work.”

For once, you complied. Fun as it was to get on Tsukishima’s nerves, you had an exam coming up. And if you lost your one comrade in this fight to the perils of homework, then you were willing to get serious yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Yamaguchi wasn’t actually doing his work. Not at all. He was watching the two of you, desperate to catch a whiff of any romantic tension.

He’d never seen Tsukishima be this… patient. Sure, it might not have seemed that way to anyone else, but Yamaguchi knew the lanky blond better than anyone else here. The fact that Tsukishima was taking the time to explain anything to you was a miracle in itself.

But that wasn’t enough to convince him.

No, he was convinced by the deep flush of red that graced Tsukishima’s cheeks when you beamed up at him. You’d just re-explained a concept to him perfectly, and it was Tsukishima’s dry praise that got you to light up so much.

Poor Tsukishima didn’t know what to do, simply staring at you with a look that was halfway between annoyance and confusion. Yamaguchi hadn’t thought that an ‘angry blush’ was a thing, but he was seeing it right in front of his eyes.

What he didn’t know was that Tsukishima was angry for two reasons; the first was that you were so damn cute, despite how annoying you could be. The second was that he didn’t want to admit you were cute. Which meant this feeling had nowhere to go. It would just fester in a corner of his chest, ready to jump on him while he was trying to get to sleep.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, shocking Tsukishima out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You’re glaring at me,” you said, biting your lip. “And you’re all red.”

“I’m fine,” he replied, a little too quickly.  

Yamaguchi giggled at that. Did he have to be here? Tsukishima just wanted to suffer alone.  

“Oi, guys!” A voice boomed out, much too loud for the library. “Come look at this!”

“Oh no,” Tsukishima sighed, fingers rubbing his temples. “Not them, too.”

You looked up, determined to see who, exactly ‘them’ was.

Three boys stood in front of you, two clad in the rich purple robes of the fourth years, and one in the emerald green of the third.

“Oh ho?”

“Oh ho ho?”

“What’s this?” One of the fourth years smirked, his unruly black hair sticking out at all angles. “Is our little Tsukki blushing?”

“Sure looks like it,” the other fourth year grinned, and you realised he was the voice that’d disturbed the peace. You realised, not without some amusement, that he looked something like an owl.

“Leave him alone,” the third year sighed. He had the air of a mother who’d been worn down from years of trying to look after some delinquent children.

You braved a glance at Tsukishima.

He looked like he wanted to die; but not without taking those two fourth years out with him.

“But Tsukki’s talking to someone who isn’t Yamaguchi,” Bokuto gasped, patting the third year on the shoulder. “Akaashi, this is big.”

“He talks to you, doesn’t he?” Akaashi sighed.

“Not by choice,” Tsukshima mumbled.

“Don’t be mean,” the other fourth year chided, crossing his arms.

“Can you please leave?” Tsukishima said. “We’re trying to work here.”

“Aw, you can’t talk to your precious upperclassmen?” Bokuto cooed.

“We happen to be quite busy.”

“He used ‘we’ twice,” the other fourth year pointed out, giving his friend a knowing look.

“For fuck’s sake…” Tsukishima sighed, rubbing his temples yet again. “I’m trying to help my—my friend study so they don’t fail an exam, okay?”

“I’m your friend?” You gasped, placing a hand over your chest in mock-delight.

Tsukishima only just realised what a terrible mistake he’d made.

“Oi, Kuroo,” Bokuto slapped the other fourth year’s arm with the back of his hand. Tsukishima didn’t like the look on either of their faces. “I need to talk to you about… something.”

Kuroo grinned in response, and both boys ran off so quickly that they might as well have puffed into smoke.

“I’m so sorry,” Akaashi mumbled, giving the three of you at the table a small bow.

“Not a problem,” you smiled, waving a hand at him.

He just nodded before walking off himself. You weren’t sure if he would bother looking for the other two or not.

You snuck a glance at Tsukishima. “Are you okay? You seem… stressed.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, rolling his shoulders.

“Friends of yours?” You hummed. “Like me?”

“You could say that,” he grumbled, his cheeks just as vibrant as they had been a couple of minutes ago.

You grinned, elated at your ‘win.’ Sure, a couple of weeks ago you would’ve balked at the thought of wanting Tsukishima Kei to call you his friend. Maybe it was because it had seemed so impossible to win any kind of approval from him.

Yeah, that had to be it.

“Can we go over the transmutations of iron?” You asked, cutting off your thoughts before they could steer themselves in a direction you didn’t like.

The two of you worked away for the next half an hour or so, Yamaguchi peacefully watching on from the other side of the table. But eventually, he’d seen all he wanted to see. And he wanted to give you two a little privacy; for Tsukishima’s pride, if nothing else.

“Anyway,” Yamaguchi yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m going to go.”

You jumped. In all honesty, you’d totally forgotten he was there.

“Whatever,” Tsukishima sighed. He looked a bit like he was trying to fight off a yawn himself.  

Yamaguchi stood up and gave you a little nod before beaming at Tsukishima. “Tsukki, I’ll see you later tonight at the dorms, right?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Tsukishima frowned.

“Just checking,” Yamaguchi said brightly. You had half a mind to ask him what that was about, but he’d scurried away from the table before you had time to think about it properly.

Tsukishima had decided to pay it no mind, instead just turning to you and saying something about gold. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you could feel the weight of the day beginning to bear down on the two of you.

Tsukishima groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“You okay?” You asked, glancing at him.

He sighed, taking his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. And it wasn’t really.

But seeing him without his glasses made you pause. Was Tsukishima Kei… handsome? Had he been handsome this entire time, and you were just too blinded by rage to notice it? And what were you supposed to do with this information?

You watched, rapt with terror as he put his glasses back on.

Enemy sighted. You blinked, trying to process what was going on.

What the fuck had just happened? Were you so tired as to think that your sworn rival Tsukishima Kei was attractive?

Besides, what did it even matter if he was handsome or not? Plenty of handsome people were downright unbearable. Not that you would slander Tsukishima in such a way. He wasn’t that bad.

“Hurry up,” he grumbled, packing his own books into his bag.

Oh, right. He was going to walk you back to your dorm. Again. He’d made a habit of it, after these little study sessions of yours. The fact that he was under no obligation to do such a thing made it all seem so… gentlemanly.

You said very little as you walked side by side, too wrapped up in your own thoughts. He was supposed to be your sworn rival. And yet, there you were, feeling a bit like you were floating, and a bit like you were about to throw up.

Oh, well. This would be over soon enough.

✧✧✧

“So.”

You looked up at him, biting your lip. “So.”

“How do you think you did?”

Tsukishima was close behind you as you left the classroom, the bubble of anxious conversation rippling through your peers.

You were more nervous about this closeness between you than you’d been about the damn exam. You swallowed, quickly maneuvering your way through the crowd to find some more open space.

“You haven’t answer my question,” Tsukishima grumbled, hot on your heels.

Oh, right.

“I did the best I could,” you said, looking up at him with a smile.

He smiled back.

Oh, no. No, you weren’t used to that. You weren’t used to how cute he looked when he smiled. Oh, this was all unfamiliar territory. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to feel. Uh—

“I tried my best, and that’s what matters,” you breathed, turning around and skipping down the hallway. What were you? Seven?

Tsukishima watched you, his legs long enough to keep up with you without issue. “Are you… okay?”

He probably thinks I’m weird, you thought. I’m an adult and I’m bloody skipping down the hallway like a child—

“Yes! I’m fine!” You lied, slowing down to a regular walking speed. What were you even supposed to say to him anymore, now that the exam was done?

Tsukishima hummed, but he didn’t press the issue further. Which was worse—you abhorred the silence.

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do with my evenings, now,” you said, more in a bid to fill the space between you than anything else. “I’m going to be deathly bored.”

Maybe that was a little too honest.

But you didn’t miss how he very quietly murmured, “Me too.”

Oh, you weren’t going to let that go. Not at all.

You zipped in front of him, coming to a standstill. He skidded to a stop himself, both startled and embarrassed at the fact that he’d nearly just tripped over you.

You looked up at him resolutely, a mixture of nervousness and mischief painted across your face. “That’s because you won’t be hanging out with me, right?”

Tsukishima opened his mouth as if to say something, but he seemed to stop himself from responding. But, his cheeks bloomed a familiar red, and the tenderness in his eyes betrayed him.

Your heart hammered in your chest, and you felt a handful of words away from humiliating yourself. But there was a little, tiny opening here, and you didn’t want to let it go to waste.

“Would you… like to catch up later?” You asked, tilting your head at him.

“To… study?”

You did have a couple more exams to worry about. But that wasn’t what you were interested in.

“We can if you really want to,” you smiled, lacing your hands together behind your back. “But wouldn’t it be more fun to head into town?”

“Sure,” he swallowed, sticking his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t quite meet your gaze, his entire posture screaming with awkwardness. He really had no clue how to handle this, did he?

“You know I’m talking about a date, right?” A tease or two wouldn’t hurt.

“Of course I know that!” He snapped, neck and ears now slowly turning red. “I’m not dumb!”

“Ah! So you do like me then!” You giggled, well-aware that your own cheeks must be glowing by now.

“I—I never said that,” he huffed, finally looking at you.

You frowned at him, eyes wide and round with hurt. It did sting a little.

“But… But I never said I don’t,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

You beamed up at him, standing up a little straighter as relief flooded your chest.

“You’re so exhausting,” he whined, bringing his hands up to cover his face. You’d count that as an absolute win.

You laughed, stepping forward and tugging at his wrists. You weren’t used to that kind of contact, but you were determined to start familiarizing yourself with it.

He dropped one of his hands from his face with some reticence, and you took the opportunity to lace your fingers through his.

“Let’s get something to eat,” you said, positive that if his hand wasn’t tying you to the ground, you’d be floating off into the great unknown.

He said nothing. But, he didn’t let go of your hand.

Some part of you felt like gloating. You’d managed to leave the Tsukishima Kei speechless; and you’d managed to make him blush. Even if your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and even though you couldn’t stop a smile from taking over your face, you’d managed to get the last laugh.

But, had you really?

✧ ✧

“I can’t believe it,” Kuroo snorted, watching the two of you from the other side of the courtyard.

“I told you they’d be fine,” Akaashi sighed, a little flutter of relief in his chest.

“I still think our plan would’ve been great,” Kuroo yawned, scratching the back of his neck.

“Leaving two people stranded in the forest is more likely to leave them panicked, not ready for love,” Akaashi said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kuroo sighed, waving a hand at his friend. He glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “You okay?”

An expression of resigned acceptance graced Akaashi’s face. “Bokuto’s never going to shut up about this.”

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei imagines #tsukishima imagines #haikyuucreations #okay so it didn't show up in the tags so i'm posting it again :| #me: i don't want to look at this again #tumblr: oh that's nice :)

[satorou-s]

MEAT IS GOD | zombies au

“I’m so fucking tired of stale beef jerky.”

“WE STILL HAD THAT?!”

zombie apocalypse au

i have been dreaming about this for days, i may as well write it

warnings: might be shitty, don’t hate on me

this is gonna be pretty long, so buckle up and grab a drink

it’s the start of a new decade and the world is swept by a deadly virus that causes the dead to start walking

crazy shit man

a month into the apocalypse, daichi crosses paths with med student sugawara and architecture grad asahi, they decide to team up because a small group is better than being all alone in this world

a week later, they hear a loud ass “SHIT” coming from an alley and comes across nishinoya trying to fight off 3 of the undead all by himself ,,, the men [muscle emoji muscle emoji] decides to help - because sir suga said they should - and lo and behold, welcome noya to the group

noya tells them about the people he was staying with in an apartment complex, his childhood friend tanaka and his wife, shimizu [rio needs to add heart eyes here but she’s too lazy to] 

daichi decides OK YALL ,, LEZGO

now we have the group of: daichi, suga, asahi, noya, tanaka and shimizu

their ultimate goal is to get to the countryside where asahi’s family has a farm and hopefully, there wouldnt be as much zombies (or zombos as tanaka and noya calls them), and they’d have ~crops~

enter: star child, IWAIZUMI HAJIME

THIS MOTHERFUCKER

suga remembers this dude from one of his pre-med courses and here he is swinging a machete against FOUR ZOMBOS AND HE HANDLING THEM SO WELL

wow his muscles

iwaizumi got his hair tied back with a red bandana as a headband, he’s got a tanktop and an unbuttoned top on, cargo pants ,, boots ,, has this wrist band and ,, he looks so delicious man

ne way ,, so the group + iwa head off to the countryside yeehaw

they come across an enclosed camp

“YALL GOTTA STAY WHERE YOU ARE”

where the fu c k is that voice coming from

they look up and on the water tank we got OIKAWA TOORU WITH A FUCKIN RIFLE AND SHIT

he highkey the best shot with that shit in this camp

“YO WE AINT TRYNA PICK A FIGHT” they said

“SO DROP THE FUCKIN WEAPONS” oikawa says

“ITS LITRALLY A FUCKIN CROWBAR BITCH LET US IN”

“okay”

the big ass gates open, and there we have (cue angel music)

ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke and bokuto koutaro

bokuto introduces themselves as 1/2 of the council in charge of the camp

there’s a council ?? yes

in the council, we have ushijima and kita who are in charge of the farm (the livestock and the crops ,, ushijima has a favorite chicken)

oikawa is in charge of border patrol ,, he’s fuckin deadly with that rifle and his accuracy on that thing is A++ 20/20 vision

bob the builder? we dont know him. we only know bokuto the builder he highkey be the dude who built most of the camp, the farms, repairs the gate, UGH LOVE THAT FOR HIM

we have a kuroo tetsuroo in charge of training, and supply runs ,, he knows which pads and tampons the women in the camp need ,, HIGHKEY

yaku is the mans in charge of the newbies, and speaking of ,, WELCOME TO THE CAMP TOUR

the whole camp is surrounded by fence walls, there are four posts and two main gates (west and south), there are tents in rows on the east side of the camp, and a row of outhouses (that bokuto built) and porta potties beside the main building, where people keep stocks n inventory by the north wall ,,, the whole west and south are mostly farm areas and where ppl park their vechiles

hopefully yall can imagine that

everybody in the camp has jobs to do

daichi and noya were put under kuroo for supply runs ,, noya is a quick boy and daichi is SMART wow they’re PERFECT FOR THIS

sugawara became the medic of the camp ,, their old medic died on a run so suga coming into the camp was basically a god sent ,, he also does inventory checks (with this dude named tsukishima kei who DIDNT sign up for the job but he does it anyway)

asahi does border patrol (coz wow imagine those thicc arms with a rifle in hand ,, DELICIOUS) he also helps bokuto in repairing and building things for the camp ,, their current project is another table for the mess hall/dining area :D

shimizu was put in to help care for the children in the camp ,, she sorta became a teacher and helps this girl yachi and this dude akaashi in teaching the kids basic education (because even in a zombie apocalypse, these children should kNOW HOW TO READ AND WRITE)

tanaka was put into farm work

a few months later, people started to get real sick in the camp ,, LIKE ,, season 4 of the walking dead type of sick where a fever can kill you and turn you into a zombo

suga is running out of antibiotics and ushijima’s medicinal herbs arent enough (yes he grows a herb farm)

noya nd kuroo goes out on a supply run to look for pharmacies to raid

lo and behold in one of these pharmacies they find a hinata shoyo and a kageyama tobio camped out in the back office

noya and kuroo brings them back to the camp with the medicine yay

hinata is a med student (noya showed off how it was him that helped look for the right kinds of antibiotics in the pharmacy) ,, kags is hinata’s annoying dorm mate

kageyama rolls into the camp with a rifle on his back and they ask if he’s any good with it yes he’s quite good ,, they put him under oikawa’s care

oikawa’s quite hesitant to teach this kid with the sharp and mean eyes but he does it anyway #SupportOikawa

tagging: @pretty-settersquad​ - @himbokutos​  - @akaaaashit​

with contrib from: @bord-y​ & @fitriiaw​ for the inspo

you guys are free to add on with what you think :> | also im sorry for not writing all of the characters into this but it will make the post longer than it already is | feel free to share how you’d see your fave characters in this au :0

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #zombie au #zombies au #zombie apocalypse au #haikyuu zombie apocalypse #haikyuu au

[kageyamavibes]

Back to December [Tsukishima au]

Intro - 3 years Later - Next Part

3 years later

“You’re going to study in Tokyo for college Tsukki? That’s cool!”

After 3 years in Karasuno, everyone on the volleyball team from his first year had finally graduated. Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio were offered by various top schools in the country with full scholarships. Of course, Tsukishima was offered by various universities too, but he politely declined having this one school on his mind.

“I’m surprised you’ve got this far Hinata, knowing that you’re an idiot and all.”

The tangerine boy went red shouting madly at Tsukki who laughed at his non-sense. He was always great at riling people up, he never failed to piss everyone off, especially his opponents in volleyball. He miraculously became captain by his 3rd year, which of course as expected, made Tobio and Shoyo envious of his position. Of course, they were aiming for it. But this particularly blonde haired twat got the position instead of them.

The former Karasuno volleyball members also attended their graduation, Daichi, Azumane, Nishinoya, Sugawara, and Tanaka were present of course, who would miss their youngblood’s graduation? Tsukki rolled his eyes swiftly dodging Nishi-san’s attempt to hug him.

“Oh come on Tsukki! For old time’s sake!” Nishi-san cried aloud.

The former team went to eat at their beloved restaurant a 10 minute walk away from Karasuno after their graduation rites. The old store manager smiled seeing his favourite customers walk in. Hearing that the 4 of them finally graduated, their food was on the house.

Everyone talked about their present lives, where they would study next, or whatever their plan was in the future ahead of them. Tsukishima sighed deeply, his chest suddenly felt the familiar sting as it tightens at the thought of you. Have you also graduated by now?  He thought to himself.

“How about you Tsukki?”

“Huh?”

“What are your plans?”

“Well, I’m heading to Keio University. I’ll be leaving along with Yamaguchi next month”

Everyone stared at him in amusement, surely it was big since he got accepted by the big university. Though, Yamaguchi chose to study in a different university, Tsukishima offered to be his dorm mate in their stay in Tokyo.

“Maybe by then you would get some girls since you guys have sincerely grown more maturely” Tanaka teased.

Tsukki froze in shock, his mind instantly thought of you. He pursed his lips trrying to remove the image of yours in his head. Yamaguchi already knows why his friend suddenly acted strange from hearing those words. He was the only one who knew he had a girlfriend in his team along with Sugawara-san. Tsukishima was planning to tell them but it was a little too late.

#haikyuu tsukishima #Tsukki #tsukishima oneshot #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #Haikyuu boys #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu stories #hq #hq headcannon #one shot

[ao3feed-daisuga]

Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3vtuuhG

by ham_onigiri

In where Miyagi College and Tokyo University are rivals, and as an act of retaliation, Sugawara decides to have Cinderella as their play because Tokyo University is doing Sleeping Beauty.

But when the club is forced to share their auditorium and dorm with their rivals due to a bee infestation, chaos, friendships and romance ensue.

And just maybe they were all wrong about Tokyo University after all?

Words: 2181, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Karasuno Volleyball Club, Aobajousai Volleyball Club, Nekoma Volleyball Club, Fukuroudani Volleyball Club, Inarizaki Volleyball Club, MSBY Black Jackals, Shiratorizawa Academy Volleyball Club

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Additional Tags: almost everyone is gay, Kageyama and Tsukishima are in Tokyo, kenma and Hinata are best friends and room mates, its haikyuu couples except they’re in rivaling theater clubs, just fluff, a bit of angst though, this is my first work for haikyuu

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3vtuuhG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #daisuga #hq

[itbeajen]

Swapped | Game!AU

Companion piece to Omorfos Kosmo

Studying is not efficient in groups. It never was, and perhaps it never will be. You absolutely hated studying in groups. It was even more annoying when the person who had asked your for help decided to let his volleyball teammates tag along. You understood how hard it was to book a study room in the library, but you didn't think he was going to bring so many people with him. You sighed for the nth time as you idly scrolled through your laptop as you listened to them squabble over the correct English term. "For the last time, I'm telling you that's not how you use that word in English." "No! But if you read the definitions, it makes sense!" "Goshiki, Shirabu, don't be so loud in the library," Semi sighed yet again. He glanced over at you. A part of him felt bad that they had invaded the study room you managed to book. Although you had already consented to it prior to the volleyball players knowing you'd be there, he still felt a twinge of guilt as you had purposely sat at the very corner of the room in order to not disturb them. It wasn't as though you didn't know them, you surely did, after all, you were one of the candidates for the manager position. But you had ultimately ended up choosing your own club activities over volleyball, much to the disappointment of Tendou and Goshiki, both of them know you can play volleyball after all. "[F/N]-chan," Tendou cooed your name, and Semi watches in amusement when your face scrunches up in annoyance and you unwillingly remove an earbud. "Yes, Tendou-senpai?" "You can speak English right? Help us on correcting our grammar." "Senpai..." you sighed, "I'm not your tutor, I'm helping Tsutomu-kun."

You purposely say his name loud enough for him to hear you from the other end of the room and you raise your eyebrows at him. He gulped and muttered, "Excuse me, Shirabu-senpai." The setter watched with a smug smirk as you went over his worksheets and you give him a thin smile, "Why is it that you're still messing up the same stuff I taught you just a few moments ago?" "Shirabu-senpai said I was wrong on those parts! I told him I wasn't and-" Goshiki stops complaining though when he sees your narrow your eyes at the setter. Something about him always rubbed you in the wrong way, maybe it was because he was so blatantly rude sometimes, or just blunt. Too blunt. You rolled your eyes, unknowingly doing it right at him before turning back to Goshiki. "Here, if you do this..." Shirabu's smug smirk fades away upon seeing your attitude. Semi watched as the second year setter basically regarded you the same way he would to Goshiki; annoying, troublesome, meddlesome - those are just some of the words he'd probably use. But when Goshiki leaves your small little tutoring island, he seems a bit happier, his steps lighter as he revises yet another English assignment. But you appeared a bit more tired, as though tutoring Goshiki was literally draining the energy out of you. I just wanna go home and play Omorfos already. You pouted as you idly scrolled through your laptop again. You were expressionless as you read over notes and watched video lectures on certain topics that were stumping you. Tendou was seated in front of you, not bothering you, but clearly doing his work and occasionally asking you to revise his English. Which didn't make much sense to Semi, because last time he checked, Tendou was the best of the third years in that subject. "Ne, [F/N]-chan," Tendou asked and you looked up from your notebook, adorably tilting your head to one side, "Do you play any games?" Almost immediately, Semi sighed and muttered, "Why would she play games? She's a straight A student and she's in choir." "I do," you responded, taking everyone by surprise. It was no secret that the entire volleyball team played MMORPG's together, and it was definitely no secret that they slowly dragged the other sports in Shiratorizawa to join them. Tendou's eyes lit up with mischief and curiosity and he asked, "What kind?!" "Handhelds," you responded. Not a lie, but certainly not the whole truth. You give him a small smile, and asked, "Why do you ask, Tendou-senpai?" "Mmm, I thought it'd be neat if you joined us in playing a new MMORPG." "A new one?" you parroted. You were pretty sure you knew which one he was talking about though. You've heard Goshiki excitedly talking about it once and you almost choked on your lunch that day. You were forever grateful that no one besides Kenma and Tsukishima knew of your gaming habits. I can't even imagine how the volleyball dorks would respond if they knew I played Omorfos as well. Tendou nodded eagerly, and he said, "It's called Omorfos Kosmo. It's a pretty new MMORPG, it's pretty fun! There's like five different classes and the gameplay is really cool too! There's like-" "Let her study, Tendou." Ushijima cuts in. He glances at you and you blink in surprise. Huh, he hasn't said a word all day now that I think about it. Must be really into studying. "But Wakatoshi! If she can't be our manager, wouldn't it be neat if she could play games with us and be our strategist?!" "But I'm the current strategist," Shirabu muttered and Tendou laughed, "Not for long. I gather intel at a much faster rate than you do." Shirabu frowned and he muttered, "That's because you have that one mercenary friend of yours." "Oh yeah, Ying is the absolute best, she's even helping me master crafting!" Tendou exclaimed happily. You stared at him in slight shock, although you were desperately hoping none of that was being portrayed. Hold. On. The person I'm helping with crafting is... Guess. No way, that means... You wanted to hit yourself in the face. I should have known that there was something overly familiar with him. Oh my god, and I've been so rude to just call him Guess... Wait, but there's no honorifics in that game anyways. "[F/N]-chan?" Tendou called your name again and you finally snapped out of your thoughts and you looked at him, properly, this time and he smirked, "What's wrong?" Immediately your face scrunched up in disgust and you muttered, "Nothing, you're distracting me from studying, Tendou-senpai." "But [F/N]-chan!!" "Tendou, leave her alone, she clearly feels uncomfortable," Semi finally spoke up. The look of relief that flashed across your features did not go unnoticed by the former main setter and he gives you a small smile which you returned tenfold. Tendou pouted as he made his way over to Semi, "But Semi-Semi, it's so fun teasing [F/N]-chan." "She was clearly uncomfortable," Semi repeats with a sigh. He'd never understand Tendou.

Ying: You're in a good mood today Guess. Guess: Ololo, you can tell? Ying: Yes, you've been singing into the voice chat for the past hour. Guess: You should sing with me. Let me hear your lovely voice Ying! Ying: I don't have a mic, so nope. I'll just deal with listening to you. You watched as Tendou's character jumped around randomly as he bothered other people in town by running around them in circles. You stared at your computer screen, a part of you was too tired to do any real training, but another part of you really wanted to figure out that AI for the new raid boss. Guess has entered the voice chat. "Ying," Tendou called your in game name softly, and you were surprised by the tone of his voice. It was always so loud and, if you could describe it as such, eccentric that this soft tone was something you weren't used to. Ying: What? "Can you confirm for me that you're a female?" Ying: . . . Ying: I am. --" "I mean, well," Tendou sheepishly laughed, "My guild mates don't believe me." Ying: Geez, what do you want me to do? "I don't know, talk to me." You hesitated and looked at your mic and then typed in, But no mic. "Yingggg, I want confirmation," Tendou whined. You laughed, and quickly retorted, You won't lose anything if you don't get confirmation though. "Well, no," Tendou sighed, "Is it weird if I told you I'd like to meet you in person?" Ying: Yes. Ying: Sorry Guess. Ying: >< I'm just not comfortable with that. "I guess I crossed the boundary limits, huh?" he chuckled and he asked, "What am I allowed to know then?" Ying: I'm a first year in high school somewhere in Japan. "Oh? So you're younger." Ying: Should I call you senpai? "Ew, no," Tendou laughed, "I like it how it is. Just calling each other by our names." Ying: Haha, okie. Well, I have dinner, I'll talk to you later Guess. "Bye bye Ying." You logged off the voice chat, completely shutting off your laptop in the process as you threw on your Shiratorizawa jacket, only to pause. You looked at your hands, noticing the jacket was much longer than you last remembered and you blinked. So did I shrink? Or did my jacket grow? You flailed your arms around and looked around your dorm room. Mm, but too lazy to fish out another jacket. This is probably one of the volleyball members. You gently took it off and inspected it, and you nodded upon noticing there was no choir logo on it. Oh yeah, definitely a volleyball member's. Oh well, I'm sure I'll run into Goshiki at the dining hall. "That's not your sweater," a dorm mate commented as they passed by you. You pout and you shoved your hands awkwardly into the pockets. You were wearing a mere black tshirt and gym shorts underneath and you sighed, "I know, I probably mixed it up at the study session earlier today." "Well, good luck finding your sweater." "Thanks," you muttered as you made your way towards the dining hall.

"Ara? What'd you do to your jacket, Shirabu?" "It's. Not. Mine," he muttered in between bites. It was one of the rare times the entire volleyball team grabbed dinner together, and of course, Shirabu's jacket went missing. The jacket he currently had on him was a bit too small for him. His entire arm wasn't covered, with the skin just before his wrist exposed, and of course, the embroidery of "Soprano" was listed on the right shoulder. He had originally worn it all day until someone in his dorm had pointed out that they never knew Shirabu had a girlfriend, let alone one in choir. The poor boy was so flustered and confused, it wasn't until he took it off that he realized it wasn't his. Goshiki sat down, and his eyes widened, "Isn't that [L/N]'s jacket?" "Is it?" Shirabu asked as he raised his arms. He didn't bother taking it off though, the air conditioning was too strong to take it off. Goshiki nodded and he said, "I need to tell her, she's been bothering me about it since she noticed." Shirabu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does that mean she has mine?"

Let's see... Tsutomu said that he's eating near the back with the volleyball members... I was planning on getting just a to-go box and leaving right after, but... you stared at your sleeves. Yeah I guess I'll have to return this and hope they have my jacket. You quickly dialed up his number, waiting for him to answer, but was instead met with a slightly different voice. "Hello?" you cautiously asked, and the person responded, "Oh, Goshiki went to grab more food, and left his phone here. We're sitting at the very back." "Oh... uhm, okay," you dully responded, extremely confused with what just happened. On the other end, Semi places the phone down, and looks up as Goshiki comes back, "[L/N] called." "Ah! She did!? Did you tell her where we are?" Goshiki asked as he frantically pulled up your name on his messenger. He sees Semi nod and he lets out a breath of relief. "Oh thank god, I was worried that-" "Tsutomu," your voice cuts him off, and the entire volleyball team is staring at the way the jacket hung off you loosely, and you glanced around, "Do you know whose-" "That's mine," Shirabu muttered from behind you. He had also went to grab more food and you turned around, only to be face-to-face face to chest with the setter. You took a step back, and you glanced at him and your eyes widened, "Ah, that's my jacket!" "Yes, I figured as much," he responded as he placed his food down. He shrugged the jacket off and handed it over, "Here." You nod, gently taking his off and passing it to him in exchange for yours and you muttered your thanks. You slipped on your jacket and you mumble as you glance at the sleeve, "It's a bit longer now." Shirabu flushed pink and looked away, and you teased, "I wonder why." "Sh-shut up!" Your laughter shocked most of the team and you waved a lazy good-bye, "I'll see you guys around. Good luck on your future matches." "You should come watch us [F/N]-chan!" Tendou smiled lazily and you turned back, flashing them a quick smile, "Maybe I will." Bonus: "What's wrong [F/N]? You've been pulling at your jacket sleeves for a while now," your dorm mate asked as she sat down to eat with you. She noticed your cheeks were slightly pink and she teased, "Oh? Did something happen with Tsutomu-san?" Almost immediately, the pink tinge was gone and you blanched, "Oh my god. No. Tsutomu is like my brother, what in the world?" "Then?" she asked and pointed her spoon at you, "You've been acting kind of weird since you got your jacket back. What's wrong?" "No it just..." you hesitate and shook your head, "It's nothing." Your friend frowns and sighs, "Okay, whatever. I'll let you off this time." You gratefully smiled at her, but every time you brought your hand back up you couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. God damn it, I kind of like the sleeves longer now.

"Shirabu," Ushijima called their setter's name with hints of concern laced in it. The copper haired setter looked at him in surprise and the captain asked, "Are you feeling okay?" "Yes, why?" "Your face is all red!" Tendou teased and continued, "Is it because of-" "It's not!" Shirabu furiously denied it. But he couldn't help but admit, that his jacket did smell slightly nicer for the rest of that evening.

#jenbean writes #omorfos kosmo #haikyuu game au #hqlit #haikyuu #reader insert #game au haikyuu #haikyuu game verse #companion piece #tendou satori #shirabu kenjirou #goshiki tsutomu

[hiinatashouyou]

HQ! Tag

Shit i got tagged ages ago by @aizawashoutah and i had completely forgotten about this, srry mate, but better late than never!!

Top 3 Favourite Characters: Kageyama, Kuroo and Hinata

Favourite Team: Karasuno, my crows :’)

OTP(s): Too many to list, but some are Kagehina, Iwaoi, Daisuga, Kuroken, Bokuaka…

OT3/4/5s: Suga x Daichi x Asahi is my main

Favourite BrOTPS/Friendship Groups: I LIVE FOR KAGEYAMAxHINATAxYACHI OKAY?!; i also love Nishinoya x Tanaka, and  Hinata x Kenma

Favourite Manager: Yachi

Favourite Adult Character: Coach Ukai yeah

Favourite Captain: KUROO I FUCKIN LOVE HIM

Favourite Setter: Kageyama, is this even a question?

Favourite Libero: NISHINOYA YUU KARASUNO’S GUARDIAN DEITY FUCK YES

Favourite Wing Spiker: iT HAS TO BE bOKUTO

Favourite Middle Blocker: My susnshine Hinata

Favourite Hairstyle: Kenma’s, please he rocks that grunge style

Favourite Uniform (school uniform or team jersey): I love Fukurodani’s uniform

Character you think you’re most like: Probably Tanaka, all about the intimidting the other team xd

Character you would marry: iasdfghjkl i dont even know… ALL OF THEM

Character you want to be best friends with: Hinata and Noya

Character(s) you think deserved more screentime/more apperances in the manga: i dont really know, probably Karasuno’s second years yeah

Character(s) you think deserve(s) more love from the fandom: hmmmm Yachi

Character(s) you would probably defend w/ your life: all of Karasuno tbh

If you had to pick, would you rather—

Be Karasuno’s manager or Nekoma’s manager: K A R A S U N O ‘ S

Sit next to Kenma or Akaashi in class: probably Akaashi

Be Seijou’s manager or Fukurodani’s manager: Fukurodani’s

Get to ruffle Kuroo’s hair or Terushima’s hair: Kuroo’s hair is my life

Be a victim of Bokuroo’s memeing or Matsuhana’s memeing or Tananoya’s memeing? I TANANOYA’S MEMEING BITCH PLEASE

Tie Kunimi’s hair up (2 ponytails) or throw glitter in Kindaichi’s hair: glitter glitter i would bath kindaichi in glitter

Work at Shimada Mart or Sakanoshita store? Sakanoshita yess

See Kindaichi or Bokuto or Tendou with their hair down: BOKUTO I NEED TO SEE THAT

Share a dorm with Ushijima or Semi: Semi, Ushiwaka is scary 

Spend a day with Misaki Hana or Shirofuku Yukie: I dont know… both

Work on a project with Kyoutani, Yahaba and Watari or Aone, Futakuchi and Moniwa: Aone, Futakuchi and Moniwa, I wanna hug that beeeeeear

Get sassed by Futakuchi or Tsukishima: Tsukki please, he would be all over the place

Spend a day with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki & Matsukawa or spend a day with Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi & Kenma? Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi and Kenma, i love those four

Wear an alien-patterned zip-up hoodie over a shirt that says “I WANT TO BELIEVE” or wear a dinosaur-patterned zip-up hoodie over a shirt that says “Saltasaurus”: I WANT TO BELIEVE FOR SURE (im sure aliens exist and u cant convince me otherwise)

#thanks for tagging me that was fun!! #carmen answers #tag games

[haikyuuau]

unromantic / kageyama x reader

[unromantic – one shot] //kageyama x reader// word count: 1886 words Honestly, you hadn’t thought about getting married, being with ‘the one’ since all you wanted to do was focus on your career of being an anchor at the moment. People easily labelled you as a hopeless romantic and to say they were surprised to see you together with Kageyama was an understatement (since most of them thought that he was gay with Hinata but back to the story). You were easily one of the best anchors at that point of time until today. Kageyama and you both. He was one hell of a volleyball player while you were a realistic anchor who seemingly reported everything with honesty and as one of the most successful anchors, told your colleagues that “we are to report the truth and the truth only.” Therefore, marriage never came to your mind but of course, being the unpredictable limited vocabulary and word choices person Kageyama was, he just had to do it, in the most unpredictable manner you could possibly think of. It was during your company meeting when you phone buzzed. All eyes were on you as you took a quick glance at your handphone. With a quick wave of your hand, you dismissed your colleagues after instructing them as to what to do while wondering how important this was for him to call you when you were at work. The minute everyone left, you picked up your phone and swiped the banner on the screen which read ‘♡Tobio♡’ with the snapchat logo at the side. It left you puzzled as your screen brightened for a moment signalling that it was loading. Why exactly? 1. Being the outdated person Kageyama was, you never thought that he will use the snapchat account you created for him (he asked you what snapchat was and you had to spend an hour teaching him how to use it since his fan on Facebook requested for him to do so). 2. He still didn’t know how to use snapchat and dubbed it as the useless app because he didn’t know how to take selfies (more like he would glare at the screen and get scared by his own face). 3. You two fought last night. 4. He was playing volleyball. 5. He was playing volleyball. 6. He was playing VOLLEYBALL FOR GOODNESS SAKE. Your questions were answered when an orange haired boy popped out on the screen, the other hand holding a peace sign with the caption saying, “Guess what (F/N)”. The next photo loaded with Hinata running while taking a video. You turned on the audio as the words were blurry. Frowning, you tapped the video as it replayed again, showing Hinata sprinting with your angry cinnamon roll running behind with his death face. You crossed your fingers placing your phone down before your hand morphed into the prayer sign, “Rest in peace, I will remember you.” God knows how you got into the newscaster family. The audio continued playing as Hinata shouted “Kageyama has a surprise for you. Let me give you a hint, he is pl-.” The video was cut off and Hinata was rolling while the phone was flying to somewhere else. 'I hope his phone doesn’t spoil. It was Daichi and the third years’ present to him after all.’ You thought before letting out a sigh. The files you were carrying seemed light as you were originally thinking about lecturing your assistant who probably went off to her cubicle to watch 'Kuroko no Basket’. But a thought was stuck in your mind, what exactly is this surprise Hinata was talking about. You sat on your office chair, letting out an 'oomph’. Thinking that you deserved a short break while the sky had darkened, you took a spin on your swivel chair while looking at the huge map of the areas you and Kageyama wanted to go. The blue pins were the areas your boyfriend wanted to go while the white pins were the areas you wanted to go. Your eyes landed on a particular photo of a rare photo of Kageyama laughing while recalling the memories both of you shared. It was during the summer as you were wrapped in a bundle of clothes, hoping it was a camouflage but obviously who in the right mind will dress in a black coat and sunglasses. Caption obvious right? The two of you hid in the photo booth, trying to escape from the clutches of your fans. It was only then you two bursts out laughing and a photo came out from the slot. Who knows why? Maybe it was magic? We will never know. “Ah young love,” A familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at your assistant and said sweetly, “About time you showed up. May I know what do you need?” Your assistant shuddered at the sweetness of your voice which everyone knew was laced with venom which left you contented with your actions. “Kageyama-san is downstairs. He has been waiting for you for almost 15min.” You felt your heart pounding into a chest and were shocked that Kageyama would actually interrupt his practice to visit you. Unknowingly, your lips tugged and morphed into a gentle smile before turning into absolute mortification when you realised that he was visiting you after your big fight last night. Taking a few deep breaths in, you felt your breathing becoming normal as you let out a sigh. With a wave of your hand, you inaudibly dismissed your assistant. “By the way, you should smile like that more often, you look so much prettier.” Your assistant complimented you and gave you a comforting smile, knowing exactly what you were going through. “Thank you,” You somehow managed to stutter out; more preoccupied with the thoughts in your head than anything else. “Well, it looks like it’s time to get drunk and fucked today. Kind of earlier than what I expected but as a bitch, what can I say?” You mumbled softly to yourself and began counting your footsteps until the lift to see how many steps it will take until your heartbreak. Jamming your finger into the button that read ‘first floor’, you wondered what you had done wrong in your current relationship. It was true, scratch that, a fact that your relationships never lasted and that you were obsessed with work and school but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have feelings. You had only five ‘external’ relationships in your entire 28 year old life time. One of which was your relationship with your best friend, two was friendships that never lasted for more than three days and the second last was a relationship which you tricked yourself into thinking to make yourself feel like a girl characters in shoujo manga who were as plain as plain jane. Not like you weren’t one yourself. Obviously, the last one was with Kageyama, the three year relationship you had with your college dorm mate, Kageyama. According to sources, specifically Tobio’s seniors who claimed to be love experts, Noya-senpai and Tanaka-senpai had been pushing Kageyama to confess to you, even Tsukishima, the cold hearted tall French fry was irritated by you and Kageyama denseness, causing him to play apart in the tragic play (a cliché play) to force your relationship to the next step. The elevator let out a short ‘ding’ interrupting your train of thought. You composed yourself, mentally preparing yourself for a soon to be single status. Leaving the elevator, you left a trail of tears behind. Making your way to the designated location, you puffed out your chest, hoping to leave at least a slight bit of dignity for yourself. Seeing the silhouette of the figure you were looking for, you mustered up your courage, waving to Kageyama while talking in a louder tone than usual to get his attention, “Tobio!” You watched him as he fumbled with a something and shoved it into his coat. His hand backed against his head as he attempted to act aloof, “Hi (F/N).” “Wassup man, Hinata sent me some kind of video saying you had a surprise for me and all that,” You spoke trying to contain the tear that was threatening to slip out any second. Kageyama noticed your unusual behaviour and asked with concern, “What happened?” It was as though everything you felt suddenly came loose and you began speaking at breakneck speed while crying, “I um… I… I just. I thought that you hated me. I thought that you didn’t like me anymore and that I was a mistake because I am so unromantic and I am not good enough for you. I’m so sorry that I can’t even be like those couples on Instagram who are like kissy kissy and like babe and honey. I just don’t know how to express myself because I am like a robot incapable of expressing emotions. Ithoughtthatyouweregoingtobreakupwithme.” As Kageyama watched you blabber on while turning round and round like a duck, he swiftly pressed his lips against yours silencing you. Gently, he used his calloused fingers to wipe off the tear streaks on your face. “When did I even say that I was going to break up with you? I love you so much (F/N). You are like the light of my life.” He whispered to your ear before saying, “Well originally I wasn’t planning on proposing here but fuck it.” You covered your mouth as you watched him kneel down in front of the glass panels that had fireworks lighting up the sky saying, ‘marry me’. “(F/N)(L/N), you have always been there for me and you have never once abandoned me. What I have in you is what every person in this world is searching for. Looking at you takes my breath away. You are so perfect but I would like to change only one thing… your last name. I love you so much and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. (F/N) will you marry me?” He spoke while you teared up as every word left his mouth. Little did you realise that there had been a crowd beside you who begin cheering, “Say yes! Say yes!” “Yes, I would like to marry you!” You said while embracing him into a tight bear hug. While the crowd broke out into cheers, he slipped the ring up your ring finger before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “You once said that you were incapable of emotions. But even robots deserve happy endings, so let’s be unromantic together.” [extra] “By the way, is there any chance that that line was taught by Oikawa-senpai?” No response. “Oh, Tobio-chan! How adorable! Back in the days, you would ask Oikawa-senpai to teach you how to serve. Hah, those were the good days. I should really write that down before I forget.” Absolute silence. “What did you say to him again? Oikawa-senpai, please teach me how to serve!” “Shut up you dumbass. Why did I even propose to you in the first place.” “Too bad, you told me you can’t get a refund just now lol.” “Shut up dumbass.” “Pft, Kei-kun was right, you really have a restricted range of vocabulary. Remind me to get you a dictionary for your birthday lol. Besides, is that the way you should treat your fiancé?”

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[bepolaris]

The Small World We Live In

Genre: Romance/Humor Rating: Teens and Up Main Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi Side Pairings: KageHina, IwaOi, KyouHaba, BokuAka, KuroKen, DaiSuga, EnnoTana, AsaNoya and more. Summary: A series of events how Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi met, and the small world they live in. (Or the Manga Artist x Aspiring Singer au that nobody expected from me) Also available at AO3 xxx Tadashi scrunched his nose as he removed his hair tie again. Sweats are beginning to trail down his jaw, threatening to mess up the concealer that hid his freckles. He’d been in front of the mirror above his dresser for a few minutes now, arranging his messy hair and tying it to his liking, but he can’t for the life of him smooth down his cowlicks just for today. He also knew that his dorm mate, Kageyama was shooting him confused glares, barely hiding it behind a Shoujo Manga, from his side of their shared dorm room. By the time Tadashi found satisfaction at the style of his hair, he’s already late to his part time job. He grabbed his guitar case, carefully slinging it on his shoulder with keys jingling inside his ripped jeans’ pocket as he quickly ran to the door. His long legs stride the hallway of their University’s dormitory, taking big steps until he reached the lobby. And after he left the building, he ran as quickly as he can to the nearest bus stop in the campus. When Tadashi arrived at Crows Resto Bar, he was greeted by the familiar smell of frothy beers, mixed alcohols, burnt charcoals, smoked sea foods and grilled meats wafting the air. Every Friday night, Tadashi works as a part-time guitarist in Crows Resto Bar owned by his professor in World Literature class, Takeda Ittetsu. It’s always packed of patrons who wants to live the TGIF life and relax before the weekend even starts. “You’re late, Yamaguchi!” Tanaka lively greeted him as the bald waiter balanced a tray of empty plates and beer mugs when Tadashi passed by. Tadashi could only chuckle in embarrassment while rubbing the back of his neck as he made his way to the backstage to double check if his Acoustic Guitar is finely tuned before the lead singer, Yahaba Shigeru entertain the costumers with his lovely voice. As Tadashi fiddle with the tuners, he felt his phone vibrating inside the back pocket of his ripped jeans. He carefully tucked his prized guitar in his body before flipping his phone open and placed it between his ear and shoulder.

Tadashi answered the call without looking at the ID caller, “Hello?” “Oh! Thank goodness, Tadashi!” Tadashi heard his Uncle Makoto’s relieved tone. “Wha- why?” Tadashi asked in confusion to his Uncle as he straightened on his seat; green flipped phone snugged in his hand. “Tadashi, can I ask you to watch the store this week? I kind of have an appointment.” He heard his Uncle muttered at the other line. Appointment? Or more like a date with Takinoue-san. Tadashi thought smiling as a few sweats trailed his temple, though he didn’t need to tell his Uncle what he knew and tease him about it. He just agreed to watch the store as usual when his Uncle have plans with his long-time, high school boyfriend. “Yamaguchi-kun, are you ready?” Yahaba asked Tadashi when he arrived at the backstage with the bleached-head drummer, Kyoutani Kentaro. He’s straightening his ruffled shirt and smoothing his slight messy brownish, silver hair. If Tadashi noticed the mess in Yahaba’s clothing or the swollenness of the singer and drummer’s lips, he didn’t mention this and just smiled at them; his right ear piercing, glinting at the dim light of the backstage as he stood up from the backstage chair. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. Yamaguchi Tadashi is ready for his first solo live performance on stage later! – – After dusting off the eraser dusts on his drawing board, Kei concluded that it’s enough; he’s done with the last page of his manuscript. He pushed his thickly, black-framed glasses up to his noses and gathered the cluster of paper mess on his study table, neatly stacking it with the other finished papers near his desk lamp. “Stingy-shima!” He heard his idiot roommate called outside his bedroom door, “It’s Friday, so I’m going to hang out with Kageyama’s dorm in campus tonight.” Kei rolled his eyes and ignored his roommate, focusing more on clearing his study table before once again perusing the twenty seven pages of manuscript in front of him. He needed to proofread his manuscript even though Akaashi-san had already beta read his work. He just needed to make sure he didn’t make any mistakes in the dialogues before sending it to his exasperating Editor. Deeming his manuscript fine, Kei placed his manuscript at the document feeder of his fax machine and pressed the send button. After the process of sending it to his Editor’s office, Kei just dumped the manuscript carelessly on his study table and buried himself in the comfort of his unmade bed. He grabbed his phone, texted his Editor about his manuscript, and finally, placing said phone and eye glasses on his bedside table and calling it a day. Kei rose from his sleep when he heard the loud beeping of his fax machine and the cacophony sounds of the printer, followed by his Jurassic Park themed ringtone. He lazily reached for his phone, swiping the screen without even glancing at the Caller ID – which will make him think of his life choices and his pathetic life later – to answer the bastard who called him at the early hour of three am. “Kei-chan~” Oikawa’s voice boomed in Kei’s speaker, “How have you been?” Kei wanted to curse his Editor for calling him at ungodly hour. What do you want, Oikawa-san?” He asked as he rolled over, placing his arms above his eyes. “I was flirting with Iwa-chan earlier and then, I saw your text. Of course as your favorite Editor–” “You’re not my favorite.” Kei deadpanned and pinched the bridge of his nose, deciding in his sleep deprived mind that his Editor is drunk calling him. “–I convinced Iwa-chan to drive me to my office, and did a few edits to your manuscript for you to plosh! Wait… what is plosh?” Kei just wanted to bury his face and groan on his pillows at his exasperating Editor’s slurry words and his 3am drunk call, he did though, internally. “Anyway, I send it to your fax machine!” Oikawa gleefully added. “Can’t it wait until sunrise?” Kei sighed as he forced himself to get out of bed. For a few seconds there was no sound, coming from his Editor. “It can’t wait?” With that, Kei scowled and hanged up the call, pressing his smartphone on his forehead while gritting his teeth in aggravation. When Kei finally calmed down, he reached for his glasses on the bedside table and stood up to inspect what his Editor had done this time to his manuscript. Upon perusing the edited manuscript, Kei found himself throwing the complete garbage drafts of his manga in the air, muttering the need to change his Editor immediately. But first, he needed to contact his assistants. It seemed the subtle begging in his rubbish manga to change his Editor went unnoticed and didn’t work. – – Tsukishima Kei has never been a fan of manga himself. Specifically, a Shoujo Manga for the matter. That’s why it’s still a big surprise to him that he became a Manga Artist; that he created with his own hands a rubbish manga called “Charley in Love”. And that people actually read and love that trash, which is monthly serialized in the Parliament Clowder’s magazine called Shoujo Mangazine– specially targeted for stupid young girls (Kuroo’s words). Speaking of stupid young girls who should be studying and reading textbooks, but spending their precious time and money to a rubbish manga made by a part-time mangaka, who’s still in College… “Tsukiyama-sensei’s chapter this month is really sweet!” A high school girl loudly gushed to her friend beside the magazine rack at the counter of Shimada’s Mart. “Princess Tobiko is really lucky to have her General to protect her~” At the Aisle 1, Kei pretended he couldn’t hear their annoying giggles with his headphones on. He distracted himself whether to get the strawberry flavored Pocky sticks (to hog for himself) or the macha flavored one if ever his visitors needed the light sweet snack in the apartment while they took a break. Said friend hummed and nodded in delight, “General Hinao is making me love him more and more!” And you’ll be disappointed to see the shorty General, getting hopelessly gayer and gayer for his Royal Highness in real life. Kei thought in amusement as he placed a few boxes of Pocky sticks in his basket full of instant noodles, salty snacks and drinks-in-can for his visitors tonight as he proceed to the counter of the store. When the high school girls left the counter with their purchase, Kei lazily set down his basket at the counter. He just noticed then that the usually gleeful Shimada-san, who’s always there to enthusiastically offer his costumers to purchase a discounted item for the day, was missing in the counter box. In his place is a new face Kei had never seen before in the store. Not that he’s a regular costumer to know the workers in this franchise. Kei removed the headphones on his ears and settled them around his neck before he cleared his throat to get the punk-looking cashier boy’s attention, who’s more preoccupied to his notebook to notice another costumer. Said cashier boy looked up to him and quickly stood up, rattling the chair. The notebook he’s occupied with fell on floor along with the pencil, which he nervously picked up first before facing Kei with a sheepish smile on his lips. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, his freckles more prominent at the light blush coloring his cheeks in embarrassment and the distracting cowlicks on his brunette head, bobbing from his quick movements. Kei didn’t utter a single word and just eyed his basket before looking at the boy again. “O-oh yeah!” He laughed awkwardly and started to scan his purchase at the register. An awkward silence engulfed the two of them save from the beeping of the scanner, the sharp tinkling of wind chimes at the entrance/exit door and the seemingly loud ticking of the clock on the wall for a few seconds before the freckled cashier boy started to hum in an unfamiliar tune. Kei was staring at the screen of the register when his eyes caught the piercing on the boy’s right ear. His short ponytail and the way his skinny jeans fit his slimmed body. Kei almost hummed at his observations at the boy, who seemed about his age. His golden eyes wandered on his plain long-sleeves, where he found the lack of nametag on his chest or the apron with printed names on it that every workers and/or part-timers wore in the store. He almost chocked when he caught what he was doing. Kei pushed his glasses up to his nose and leaned his weight from one foot to another. He didn’t just eyed the punk-looking yet cute freckled cashier boy in Shimada’s Mart like how he sometimes eyed an expensive strawberry treat! “That’ll be 8,615 Yen.” The freckled cashier boy told Kei with a smile plastered on his lips. His soothing voice broke Kei’s internal debate whether he’s checking out the boy or just merely judging him. After all, that’s what he’s good at. Kei handed him a crispy 10,000 bill. “I received 10,000, Sir.” He announced adorably while his long fingers expertly tapped at the keyboard in the cash register. Kei slightly narrowed his eyes. He didn’t have lewd thoughts in his mind when he saw how long the boy’s fingers was. Few minutes later, after Kei left the Mart with his change, receipt and bags of items, he’s pondering if he should frequent in Shimada’s Mart more… not because of the freckled cashier boy. Kei convinced himself that it’s because of the new strawberry flavored Pocky sticks in their shelf.

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