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sixosix · 1 year

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nishinoya yuu loves his teammates.

he adores shouyou, yamaguchi, and kageyama. (tsukishima is only slowly growing on him.) point is, he loves his junior teammates dearly, and would gladly win and lose every tournament if it means just being with them.

but right now? it almost doesn’t feel that way.

you shift nervously, hoping hinata wouldn’t turn around and see the almost poisonous glare nishinoya is drilling on the back of his head. you can see the smoke coming from his ears.

“um.” you feel sweat trickle down the side of your face on hinata’s behalf. “hinata-kun…”

“huh?” says hinata, so painfully oblivious. he tilts his head, asking, “is that a no? it’s okay if you don’t know how to, i can teach you!”

someone gasps from the sidelines.

an unreadable look passes over nishinoya’s face. you almost laugh at how much he’s resembling a disgruntled kitten.

“i know how to, hinata-kun, it’s just that—”

“shouyou,” says nishinoya sternly, a shadow cast across his face, “please stop flirting with the love of my life.”

hinata’s face drains of color so fast you almost reach out in case he faints right then and there. “nishinoya-senpai!” he cries, horrified, “is it against the—the bro… bro… conduct…? contract?”

“the bro code,” yamaguchi helpfully supplies.

“the bro code!” hinata continues. “is it against the bro code to teach someone’s significant other volleyball?”

“it is very intimate,” tanaka agrees, nodding. “i wouldn’t cross that line even on those damn city boys!”

“since when was there a bro code?” sugawara wonders.

“what’s a bro code?” kageyama looks lost, and a little miffed he’s missing out on what seems to be another rule about volleyball he doesn’t know.

“because!” nishinoya yells, catching the attention of just about everyone in the court. “because i don’t want any of you wooing y/n-chan! only i get to look cool in front of y/n, okay? not even you, shouyou.”

hinata nods, taking his mistake seriously.

“yuu,” you laugh, exasperated and hopelessly fond, “there’s no need for all that. only you look the coolest in my eyes.”

nishinoya freezes, jaw hanging wide open. it is impossible, realistically, but everyone watches in awe as an arrow in the shape of a heart strikes him right on his chest.

“y-y/n…” he sobs, sprinting over to you until you’re tackled. but you’re too used to his antics so you just hold him up awkwardly, unfazed. “i love you! would you really let me teach you volleyball?”

this seems extremely important for nishinoya, so you play along and pretend to consider it. “hmm, i don’t know,” you muse, and nishinoya holds his breath. “are you a good teacher?”

“he is!” tanaka agrees immediately, the number one wingman.

“nishinoya-senpai is the best teacher!” and hinata means it, too. “you’re so lucky, y/n-san!”

“i’m touched to have this honor, then,” you laugh.

“i love you guys! i’m treating you ice cream tomorrow!” nishinoya continues sobbing and preening from the praise. he turns to you, pointing with a finger. “i’m not going to make you regret choosing me!”

you find it sweet that nishinoya is more than happy to let you in on his favorite sport. he seems overjoyed of the thought of you and volleyball combined. “of course, yuu. i’m looking forward to it.”

this is so stupid HAHAHA i swear it’s like i forgot how to write anymore. i didnt even want to do my fancy format bc i cant think of a title for this

is this a good time to post? no. am i gonna do it anyway so i can slowly make my way back to the algorithm before posting longer fics even though this’ll flop? absolutely yes.

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sixosix · 2 years

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tsukishima kei: enemies to/or lovers

fem!reader, manager reader, slight hurt/comfort, some boy hurts your feelings >:( tsukki is there, cursing, wc 2.2k

you get stood up and tsukishima takes a detour; it goes well, surprisingly

three seconds of silence pass before hinata snorts, and it’s cut off by a whack on the head -- courtesy of kageyama -- before it can turn into a full-blown cackle.

“it’s not funny, shouyou!” you whine, stomping your foot a few times for good measure. there must be something on your face because hinata laughs harder and even kageyama fails to hide a smirk. “you two are not helping. seriously.”

“i’m sorry!” hinata cries, still giggling, not sorry at all. “i’m sorry, y/n! but-- it’s just-- aha--” he splutters and giggles again.

“fuck you!” you hiss, ears warm with embarrassment. students nearby cast worried glances. hinata makes a dying noise. “i agree to become manager when you ask me -- because i’m such a good friend like that -- and this is how you pay me back? fuck you. fuck you!”

“kageyama-kun-- ahah,” hinata wheezes, “help me, kageyama-kun! tell y/n! why this is the funniest thing i’ve heard all my life! kageyama-kun!”

you look at hinata, a giggling, borderline dying mess, and almost pity him. then at kageyama who’s trying his best to glare at hinata because he knows that you’re trying to be serious; however, the amusement bright in his dark eyes is hard to miss.

kageyama shakes his head; you’re not sure if it’s directed to hinata, you, or himself. “it’s not funny. sorry, y/n.” he regards you for a moment, then seems to recall your words, and makes a noise that could be described as choking -- it’s how he laughs. “pfft.”

it’s even worse when kageyama tobio, of all people, is laughing at your face.

“that’s it,” you grumble, followed by hinata’s protests amidst the laughter, “i’m quitting manager. go ask-- fucking, i don’t know. that chick that’s following tobio around who hinata hates for some reason. i don’t care.”

an indignant squawk. “i don’t--”

“you do?” questions kageyama.

“i just said i don’t!”

yamaguchi -- your angel, your savior -- walks over, looking back and forth between everyone, concerned. “um. what’s happening?”

he holds out a water bottle for kageyama, who takes it but makes no move to drink.

“yamaguchi! yama-- please please tell these idiots that they’re stupid. i’m trying to ask for advice, and they have the nerve to laugh at my face!” you fume, face twisted into a scowl.

yamaguchi frowns. “that’s not nice, hinata, kageyama,” he chides. hinata whispers something to kageyama; they giggle together.

yamaguchi sighs in disappointment. when he turns to you, you swear you see a halo above his head. “what was the question, y/n? maybe i can help?”

“it was--” you stop, promptly remembering who this person in front of you is. “…actually, i can’t tell you.”

“why not me? is it about me?”

hinata has managed to calm down, barely, and kageyama heals his throat with the water bottle.

“well, no. but you might snitch, and that’s not cool.”

“is it tsukki?”

kageyama spits his water.

“how did you know!?” you cry.

hinata falls over laughing and kageyama slips to catch him. yamaguchi grins widely, a knowing look in his eyes.

“y/n-san. you’re not exactly subtle, you know,” he says kindly, although his words are nothing but.

“it’s not even-- it’s not like that,” you insist, ears warm. “i was just. asking a question about him, not like that.”

yamaguchi hums. “i won’t tease you. is he bothering you?”

“of course he’s bothering me!” you exclaim, pacing around back and forth in front of them. “that’s-- i swear he was born into this world to be a bother. he spawned in and decided he wants to bother me.”

“that’s-- that’s definitely something…?” yamaguchi replies, thoughtful, as the two boys beside him nod in agreement. “but you didn’t answer my question.”

“i wanted to ask,” you begin, “if you know… um. recently, it’s been weird, you know. can you tell me if he’s--” hinata coughs a laugh, having known your question first. “if he’s being sassy in a weird way or if he’s just straight out flir--”

“ah,” tsukishima croons from behind you, with the same wonder one would feel when patronizing ants. he pulls off a smug smile when the three of you startle, with kageyama unfazed. “loitering around during practice? you’re a bad influence for a manager, y/n-san.”

hinata blinks. kageyama blinks. yamaguchi wears a knowing smile again.

“tsukishima-kun,” you laugh without humor. it’s as if a switch has been flipped; gone is the flustered y/n, and here comes the scary demon! “i know you can’t get enough of me, but tone down the jealousy, yeah?”

tsukishima scoffs. “sorry to crush your hopes and dreams, but i’ve had enough of delusional idiots, thanks.”

“clearly not when you’re a living reminder of one.”

“it happens when one is around you too much,” tsukishima says it like an insult -- means it like an insult -- but the cocksure smirk on his face makes it sound otherwise.

“oh, i get what she means now,” hinata whispers, genuinely horrified.

you and tsukishima whirl around to pin hinata down with a glare. “shut up,” both of you say, one fierce and flustered, the other one cold and familiar.

hinata flinches, pale-faced. “yes ma’am, yes sir!”

“everyone!” daichi’s voice bellows even outside of the gym. “practice match is about to begin; we’re starting with or without you.”

everyone scurries back to the gym.

“sugawara-san! hey!” you wave at him, jogging over as the rest of the first years enter the gymnasium.

sugawara blinks once, then grins at you, all welcoming and nice. as if this isn’t the first time you’ve sought anyone in karasuno out that aren’t the first years (that isn’t tsukishima, you’d remind pointedly). “y/n,” he says in lieu of a greeting, “did something happen?”

“ah, i just wanted to ask if shimizu-senpai is feeling better?”

sugawara chuckles. “still sick, i’m afraid. you having a hard time already?”

your shoulders slump in defeat. “i swear it didn’t even seem much from an outsider’s perspective.”

“we can’t live without our managers,” says sugawara sagely. “we owe it to you two.”

“you can’t flatter me with your exaggerated praises, suga-senpai,” you chide playfully as he laughs. “i might have to leave my fellow first years in your hands, i’m afraid. you have to soldier on in memory of me and shimizu-senpai.”

although it’s subtle, something about sugawara changes. his eyes glitter, perceptive.

his smile is as sharp as the glint in his eyes when he asks, “is this about tsukishima?”

the floor is a more pleasant sight than the chaos lurking behind sugawara’s eyes. “how does everyone guess it so quickly…?” you sigh, feeling as if you’re being picked apart skillfully with sugawara’s gaze -- one that was too similar to what yamaguchi was giving earlier.

“no one gets under your skin better than that boy does,” suga says, almost fond. you bristle at the implications.

“i don’t know how you handle them, honestly.”

“that’s the thing. i don’t.”

you giggle at his defeated mama bear expression. he looks as if his smallest child has once again provoked another, roughhousing each other like a bunch of territorial dogs-- and, oh, hinata comes passing by, nibbling kageyama’s arm as the latter has him on a headlock that does not look friendly.

“stop.” daichi sounds as if he wants to cry.

“hey, that’s enough!” sugawara reprimands loudly over tanaka and nishinoya’s whooping. “hinata, let go of kageyama’s arm! no, stop that face, i don’t care who started it-- tanaka, put a shirt on! noya, stop biting kageyama’s ear--”

you were hoping to get good advice from sugawara today but daichi has reached his peak, so you wisely stay quiet for the rest of the practice match and look away from hinata’s pleading face.

“idiots,” you laugh softly to yourself, content and happy despite your whining earlier.

and then your phone buzzes in your pocket. your expression twists into a frown.

you also pointedly ignore tsukishima staring at you from across the room.

tsukishima usually finds peace by tugging his headphones on and watching the stars when walking home alone. and right now, yamaguchi excused himself to practice more with shimada, leaving tsukishima by himself.

but he wants to be alone with his thoughts right now. music included. excluded?

today was strange. everything seemed normal, he knows that much. at least, until you weren’t acting normal.

let’s see, he muses. he remembers walking to school and you’re already huddled with the rest of the first years like a team meeting that doesn’t involve the entire club (tsukishima). a stupid group meeting, tsukishima concludes.

he remembers sparing you a glance and witnessing the way you checked your phone and changed immediately. your face fell, your brows knitted together as your eyes flit across the screen, and -- as much as tsukishima hated how he knew this -- your eyes dimmed in a way that meant something is bothering you.

he thought it was nothing serious. he brushed it off so he wouldn’t be distracted.

until he sees you standing outside of the local store that definitely isn’t somewhere you’d pass by on your way home. he would know, he never saw you walk in the same direction as him. (a blessing or a curse; he can’t decide yet.)

don’t get involved, he thinks stubbornly, trying hard to avoid your eyes. don’t get involved, not your business--

idiot, you’ll pass by her anyway because your home is right over there. fuck.

“how troublesome,” he hisses under his breath, steadily approaching you.

you spare him a glance when you notice movement from the corner of your eyes, then quickly do a double take when recognizing who it is. “w-what-- oh.” your brows furrow. “tsukishima?”

“what are you doing here?” he asks carefully, pretending to look around as if he wasn’t already staring at you earlier. “it’s been an hour since we’ve left the gym.”

“ah.” you sound sad, tsukishima notes. it’s weird hearing it from you and something funny happens in his chest. it’s unpleasant. “has it been that long already?”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“i have no obligation to.”

“i’ll pester you about it.”

“so stubborn,” you chuckle, weakly, defeated. “you know-- the guy in our class? kojima-kun.”

tsukishima takes a second to pause. kojima haru, the boy he heard making a big fuss over getting dumped last week, a charmer at heart, the kind who sneers at snarky boys like tsukishima.

“i know of him,” tsukishima says, hoping he doesn’t sound salty. though, he’s sure that his default tone is salty.

“this was supposed to be our second date.”

second, tsukishima echoes dully in his head.

but that doesn’t sound right, no. tsukishima frowns, “i saw him leaving with kumi-san earlier, though,” he points out. kumi, his ex who he whined about last week, some girl in another class.

the way your face falls made tsukishima believe that you’re disappointed, but not surprised. there’s no anger. you look resigned, tsukishima’s brain -- traitor -- realizes. how often does this happen for you to become numb to it?

“shit,” you laugh bitterly, and tsukishima can’t help but agree. “fuck, i should’ve known. idiot. stupid.”

tsukishima is smart enough to know that you’re not talking about him or kojima. knowing this is admittedly worse.

don’t get involved, my ass.

he sighs. damn volleyball club making him soft. “get in.”

your eyebrows twitch. “excuse me?”

“get in, i’m buying you ice cream,” he says, and silently prays to every deity out there that you don’t question his intentions.

you stare at him, and he can feel emotions swirling in your eyes, studying him. tsukishima stares back, expression slack and -- hopefully, please -- blank.

“okay,” you whisper, stepping inside, missing the way tsukishima’s shoulder slump with relief.

the bell dings as you both enter, followed by a cheerful greeting from the old lady running the counter. she knows tsukishima, and welcomes him by his name-- only to stop shortly upon the sight of you. the old lady quirks an eyebrow, amused.

tsukishima hopes his ears don’t look as warm as it feels.

“hello, dear. i don’t think i’ve seen you around,” oba-chan, the traitor, ponders aloud.

you shift into a more polite smile, as if your eyes aren’t rimmed red. “good evening, ma’am. i’m l/n y/n, nice to meet you.”

“ohhh! tsukishima-kun’s volleyball club manager, right?”

“ah-- um. yes!”

tsukishima makes an escape to the snack aisle, grumpily snatching your favorite biscuit. he reaches for two popsicles, before heading back and noticing that you and oba-chan are already giggling to each other.

he is not relieved to see you smile. the yamaguchi in his head cackles and taunts him.

shut up, tsukishima sneers.

tsukishima dutifully pays for the snacks, pointedly ignoring your questioning gaze. oba-chan smiles knowingly throughout the entire interaction.

“you didn’t have to pay,” you murmur. he hears the hesitant crunch of food tailed after.

“you can’t tell me what to do,” tsukishima quips. “how about you just be grateful?”

a huff slices through the silence, and it does not make tsukishima chuckle. “thanks, i guess,” you say. it’s the best he can get from you, so he takes it. “you’re making this seem like a date.”

“don’t be stupid,” tsukishima says. he does not clarify if he means this can never be a date or you idiot, it is one.

your eyes narrow. you know exactly what is going through his head. “are you flirting with me or starting a fight?”

“you can’t tell?”

“the line is blurred even with your glasses on.”

tsukishima’s mouth betrays him when he smiles.

neither of you know what you both are, but there’s no need to put a label on it. he likes it the way it is.

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