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leviathans-watching · 3 years

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yo ho! i saw your requests were open and i just wanna say i loved your clumsy manager headcanons and i was wondering if you could do another manager hcs but for inarizaki. so they're obviously a powerhouse school and they all have fangirls. so what i was thinking was how would the team react to some of their fangirls messing with the reader because they're the manager of the team. i just love some protective bois and some hurt/comfort (i should probably go to therapy for that)

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protective!inarizaki

thank you!

this was super cute and hurt comfort is so satisfying to write

inarizaki & gn!reader • fem!oc & gn!reader

wc: 1.4k | rated t

includes cursing, bullying, minor injury (mentions of blood), hurt/comfort

Working with the Inarizaki Boys Volleyball Club was fun, but often an exercise in patience

“Excuse me,” you call, pushing past the fangirls clustered by the gym doors. “I need to get by.”

A few of the girls move aside easily, giving you genuine smiles, but most didn’t even seem to hear you, eyes on the boys.

“Excuse me,” you said again, starting to push your way through. Refilling the water bottles was one of your least favorite actives due to the hassle of getting back into the gym.

Shoving your way through, you squeeze past most of the group, sighing when you reach those closest to the door. They were always the most competitive about keeping your spots.

“Please move,” you request, receiving a glare from most of them. “I have to get through.”

“We were here first!” One girl snaps, half-turning to face you. “There’s no way you’re getting my spot.”

“I don’t want your spot,” you explain, irritated. “I need to complete my duties.”

“Well-“ another girl starts but before she could finish, Kita’s voice reaches your ears.

“L/n-san, we need our water. If you could refrain from chatting during practice it would be much appreciated.”

“Sorry Kita-senpai,” you murmur, finally able to get through. Behind you you could hear whispers and giggles, eyes boring into the back of your head.

“The only reason you’re manager is so you can try to get with the boys.”

Turning away, you ignore the voices, pretending to work on your homework. You had gone out of your way to find a quiet place to eat lunch alone yet they still found you.

“Like they even have a chance,” someone adds, making the rest of the group erupt into laughter.

“Please,” you snort. “We all know you’re just jealous no one gives you the time of day.”

The main attacker gasps, features twisting cruelly. She grabs her drink and, as she walks by, tips it onto you, uttering a fake ‘oops’.

The group leaves you covered in what you think is milk, blinking it out of your eyes. You’re stunned.

Sure, there have been taunting words and the occasional shove in the hall, but never something like this. You didn’t even know what to do.

Packing up your work and leftovers, you stand slowly, deciding to go to the bathroom to assess the damage.

“L/n-senpai?”

You turn to see Riseki striding towards you, eyes wide.

“Are you all right?”

You laugh, but it comes out strangled. “I’m fine, Riseki-san, but thank you.”

“What happened?” he asks, and you shrug.

“Someone tripped and spilled on me. No big deal.” Gingerly picking up your bag, trying not to get milk on it, you sigh. “I’m gonna go try to clean up, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer you head to the nearest bathroom, trying to figure out how to save your shirt. At least you could wipe your hair and face off.

You didn’t even have a jacket or extra shirt.

A knock on the bathroom door startles you. Hesitantly you walk over, opening it.

“Whoa,” Atsumu said, eyeing you. “That’s a lot of damage.”

“What do you want, Atsumu-san?” You questioned tiredly, and his gaze snaps up to your face.

“Riseki-kun said you might be needin’ an extra shirt, so here I am.” He offers you his jacket, which you gratefully accept.

“Try not to repeat this in the future,” he jokes, chest pushing out. “Can’t have our manager lookin’ unprofessional, you know.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry this is happening to you.” A classmate of yours, Tokuda says, sitting with you in the nurse's office. “Those girls are such bitches.”

You don’t reply, simply adjusting the napkin you’re holding over your nose. Someone had tripped you when you were walking to your desk, causing you to fall wrong and land on your face.

“I don’t understand why they would pick on you.” Tokuda continues. “Sure, you’re the manager of the team, but really, what do they think they’re accomplishing.”

“I really don’t know,” you sigh, voice coming out nasally. “I’m starting to wonder if it’s even worth it. Like should I really put up with this just because I want to be the manager?”

Tokuda slips her hand into yours comfortingly. “Honestly, I wouldn’t. You’re playing with fire and I think you’re starting to get burned.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you descend into silence.

The door was thin enough you could hear the going on’s in the hallway, including the faint voices of Ginjima and Akagi.

“I wonder what happened,” Gingima says. “They must’ve fallen pretty hard to get a bloody nose.”

“Yeah,” Akagi agrees. “I’d be so embarrassed. They probably feel bad so let’s be extra nice to them, okay?”

The door opens, and they step inside. You duck your head.

“Hey, L/n-san,” Ginjima says brightly. “You okay?”

“Yep,” you manage.

“What happened?” Akagi asks gently.

“I tripped is all. Lack of spatial awareness, I guess.” Tokuda squeezes your hand and you blink back tears.

“Are you sure you want to resign from being manager?” Coach Kuroso questions and you nod, letting out a shuddering breath.

“I can’t keep doing this.”

He leans over, concern etched onto his face. “Is someone bothering you? Is it someone on the team? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know. And it’s nothing like that. I’ve just been feeling overwhelmed lately and feel like I need to step down from the position.” Fiddling your fingers, you do your best to answer his question.

Kuroso rubs his face. “Look, you’re the best manager I’ve seen in a while. Is there any way I can convince you to take a temporary break instead of stepping down permanently? I’d really like to keep you.”

“Fine,” you eventually agree. “But I need some time.”

“Of course.” Coach Kuroso writes something down. “Coach Oomi and I will do anything to help you out.”

“Thanks,” you say, relieved.

It was weird being home when you knew there was practice going on, but you were kind of digging it. It was nice to be able to lounge on your couch in your pajamas for once, homework done before the late evening.

You were scrolling through people’s Instagram stories, idly watching them. Suna’s came up and you braced yourself for dumb videos of the twins fighting but instead were met with a video of you. Being tripped.

The caption read ‘we will not stand for this. you have a problem with our manager you have a problem with us. if we hear of one more incident like this your ass is going right to the principal's office.‘

All of the other team member’s stories said similar things.

It was a lot.

There was a knock on your door. You had a feeling you knew who it was.

“Come in,” you called, and yep, in came the boys.

“L/n-san please don’t quit being manager!” Kosaku cried. “You’re the best at it!”

“Guys,” you start, but the team all lines up, bowing.

“We’re sorry!” They say in unison. Flustered, you make them stop bowing.

“L/n-san, I apologize for not understanding the situation.” Kita steps forward. “As Captain, it’s my duty to watch out for the rest of the team, and that includes you. I am also sorry you didn’t feel comfortable coming to me and explaining the situation.”

“Yeah,” Osamu speaks up. “I wish you woulda told me what was going on so I could've put a stop to it.”

“It’s not your fault,” you say honestly. “It was just a bad situation all around. The only ones to blae we the instigators.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact they pushed you to quit,” Aran replies earnestly.

“I’m not quitting.” The change in their faces was almost comical. “I’m just taking a break.”

“Oh thank god,” Omimi mutters.

“Same difference,” Suna says. “Please accept our apology and come back.”

You laugh a little wetly. “Of course I accept. I just need a few days.”

“Good.” Kita nods. “We don’t want anyone else to be our manager. And we’ll do our best to prevent this from ever happening again.”

“I know.” You gesture to your phone. “I saw. Now, why aren't you at practice?”

Atsumu shrugs. “More important things to do, I guess.”

“Guys,” you whisper, your heart melting. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Osamu promises, and the moment is ruined when Suna immediately follows it up with ‘Beyonce’ quoting that one vine.

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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contact: yuuji | 09 - reset

SYNOPSIS: during your second year of uni you have the misfortune of sharing a class with terushima, a loud and irritating party boy. he’s mouthy, fake, and full of himself, everything your mysterious texting buddy isn’t. but as time goes on and terushima begins expressing new sides to himself never before seen, you wonder if everything is as it seems.

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contact: yuuji | 03- the question game

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a/n: ofc i’ve used the cliche 1 question per day element. it’s a classic lol (also if you’ve never cheated forgive me but cmon most ppl have) also not specified- kenma is who you’re referring to when talking about a prior crush!!

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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contact: yuuji | 07 - busy tonight

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a/n: a little kissy on the forehead to whoever puts two and two together lol

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contact: yuuji | 04- volleyball game

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“Bo, we got to get going,” you call, checking your watch. “You’re going to be late to your own game!”

“Am not,” Bo pouts, swiftly exiting his room. He hops a little, putting on his right shoe. “See, I’m ready.” Bo grabs his bag, throwing his water bottle inside, then joins you by the door.

“You are now.” Rolling your eyes, you hold the door for him, shutting it behind you. The two of you shared a small apartment near campus, splitting the rent between you and another roommate, who you rarely saw around.

It doesn't take long to get to campus, and you watch the people moving all around, everyone on their own path, doing their own thing. Man, how you love college.

“Hey,” Kuroo calls, getting your attention. He and Kenma fall into step beside you and Bo, easily starting up a conversation.

“Kuroo, I still don’t see why you had to get a neon orange gym bag,” you tease.

“It was an accident!” Kuroo explains, voice taking on the exasperated edge of someone who’d had to repeat the same thing over and over. “I told you, this listing said it would be like a deep sunset color. It’s not my fault!”

“Kuro, I told you to read the reviews,” Kenma jumps in quietly. “It was rated two stars for a reason.”

“Okay? It was cheap so I don’t really regret it,” Kuroo sniffs. “In fact, I think the color’s actually growing on me.”

“Right,” Bo says slowly, packing skepticism into his tone.

You arrive at the volleyball gym, then, and split off, Kuroo and Bo still bickering as they head into the locker room. You and Kenma find some empty seats right by the court, knowing it’ll be a few minutes until the game starts, as both teams still had to warm up.

“Akaashi’s going to be here in a few minutes,” Kenma says, and you nod, setting your jacket beside you to save him a seat. He came to almost every game, blatantly obvious in his biased support to Bokuto.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you wiggle to pull it out, mouth instinctively twitching up into a smile when you read the name across the screen.

Head snapping up, you scan the gym, trying to find someone on their phone. Unfortunately, there were just way too many people to be able to decide on only one.

Standing, you scan the crowds, but you can't really see all to well from your position on the sidelines. Feeling stupid, you walk up to the top of the bleachers, hoping to get a better look. While you're up there, Bokuto gets a pretty good practice spike in and your side of the gym roars. Quickly you snap a picture before heading back to your seat.

Kenma, thankfully, doesn't question your odd behavior, just scooting over slightly so you can sit down.

Akaashi finds you guys right as the game starts. The game is much like any other volleyball game you've seen the team play. The other side is getting absolutely stomped, and your side is ruthless in their cheering and booing.

You can’t deny you don’t enjoy it- there's something about the atmosphere, the togetherness that really just draws you in. You cheer along with everyone else, loudly calling Bokuto and Kuroo’s name. Kenma and Akaashi aren’t nearly as excited as you, but you can tell they really like watching the game play out.

During the fourth set, your phone buzzes. You quickly check it, tapping out at a response to the study groupchat you’re in, taking your eyes away from the game. This proves to be a mistake when you hear everyone shouting “Heads up!”

The ball is hurting right towards you, on a direct path to your face, and you’re frozen, unable to raise your arms to block or duck out of the way. Before the ball hits you, an arm stretches across your field of vision, blocking the ball.

Looking up, grateful, you meet eyes with Terushima. “Careful, there,” he says smoothly. “It would suck if your cute face got damaged by a wayward ball.”

With one sentence he’s managed to piss you off. It’s got to be a talent of his. Akaashi elbows you in the side, and you grit out a “thanks.”

Terushima doesn’t seem off-put by your mildly hostile response, instead giving you a charming sleazy grin, winking. “My pleasure.”

He then jogs back to the court, leaving you to stare after him.

Kenma and Akaashi wisely don’t say anything. The game continues but you’re unable to enjoy it, Yerushima’s words ringing in your mind. God, he makes you mad.

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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contact: yuuji | 05- organic growth

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a/n: i realize i never specified it was yuuji who saved you in the gc but oh well. also sorry this is late <3

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a/n: i really like this little group i put together omg the tension! the relationship development potential! the dynamics!

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a/n: some of this is reused from my other smau but i hope this time around it’s slightly better haha

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Partners 4ever

for @soktokki's DETECTIVES TSUKKIYAMA do this is your style event

includes: tsukishima x yamaguchi

wc: 2.5k | rated t | m.list | cross-posted on ao3

a/n: hello! i decided to take part on this challenge and hopefully you all think this is as cute as i do!! i also have a highschool au of this fic so if anyone wants that I can also put that out lol

“I need your help.” It's the unfortunate truth, and he doesn’t see a way around it. Sure, it’ll suck to see Yamaguchi helping him with something like finding him a potential boyfriend, but he’d never figure it out on his own. He doesn’t have Yamaguchi’s people gift, one of the things that made him such a great partner to Kei.

“My help?” Yamaguchi repeats, sounding strangled. “Like we’re on another case or something?”

Kei can picture it- Yamaguchi with his badge, circling an interview room, the suspect denying knowing anything about liking Kei.

“Yeah, why not?” Yamaguchi shrugs, a small smile playing at his lips. Which Kei now can’t stop looking at. “It makes it more fun.”

“So you’ll help?”

Yamaguchi grins, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. “Sure, why not? I’ll get to learn who caught the handsome and mysterious Tsukishima’s attention~”

"Tsukishima, did you hear?" Hinata bounces up to him, of all people, eyes wide. He’s in his field gear, hair sticking up the slightest bit in the back. He looks stupid, and Kei names a mental reminder to tell him that later.

"Hear what?" Kei asks, raising an eyebrow. He fills his mug with nasty coffee, already knowing it’ll be lukewarm.

Hinata's loud voice has managed to attract nearly the entire teams' attention, all of the other officers and detectives staring at them unsubtly. Kageyama is the only one not looking on with interest, his normal pinched expression filling his face instead. "Someone has a crush on you!"

Kei shrugs. "So what? Lots of people are attracted to me. And ‘crush’? What are we, high-schoolers?"

Hinata scowls, lips pursing. "Gee, you don't have to sound like such an entitled ass about it, got that? But anyway, the reason I'm saying something is because-" Hinata lowers his voice dramatically, though it’s still decibels above a normal person's volume “-it’s a guy.”

Kei shakes his head with a scoff. “Again, so what?” He still doesn’t see why Hinata felt the need to talk to him about this, pulling him into office gossip like it was something they did often.

“Well,” Hinata fidgets. “You like guys, right? So shouldn’t you want to know who it is so you can pursue him?”

The idea isn’t… entirely unappealing. He hasn’t had a boyfriend in quite some time, and never a serious one, and while he’s not hell-bent on getting one, it’d be kind of nice to have one so he could rub it in Tanaka and Noya’s faces the next time their old teammates came to visit.

But even as he half considers it, his eyes find Yamaguchi, who’s standing by the breakroom entrance next to Yachi in all of his detective-y glory, hands stuffed in the pockets of his well-worn tweed pants. “No, that sounds like too much work,” he says finally, turning away. “Now get back to work, idiot.”

His performance at work, is, well, inadequate, to say the least. He’s distracted, and it shows, causing him to misspell words and misfile reports. It’s enough to make Yamaguchi check up on him, eyes wide with concern.

“Tsukki, you feeling alright?” he asks, handing Kei his coffee mug. “You’re not getting sick, are you?” Yamaguchi looks like he wants to lean over and check Kei’s temperature himself, making him lean back slightly.

“No, I’m not getting sick,” Kei says, taking a long drink. For some reason, he’s focused on the freckles trailing under Yamaguchi’s shirt collar. God, what is up with him today?

“That’s good. I can’t have my favorite partner getting sick now, can I?” jokes Yamaguchi, warmth pouring from his smile, the secret one he only shares with Kei.

(He said it was a secret because he hates the way his cheeks puffed out, but Kei happens to find it adorable.)

Why does Kei feel so fuzzy inside? And adorable? What kind of adjective is that?

Aw, shit.

“Tadashi.”

Yamaguchi looks up, pen pausing on his paper. “Yeah, Tsukki?”

“Did you hear Hinata? In the breakroom today?” Kei asks, pushing his glasses up his nose. “He said someone liked me.”

“So? Lots of people like you.”

Kei nods. “That’s what I said. But Hinata said it was a guy, and well…” He shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be opening this line of communication with Yamaguchi. But he has to do something.

He couldn't like Yamaguchi, just couldn’t. That meant it was in his best interest to find out who liked him and see if he could be comfortable pursuing a relationship with him. Then he’d get over Yamaguchi and their partnership would be fine. Normal, like it should be.

“Well?” Yamaguchi prompts, putting his pen down completely, giving Kei his undivided attention. Kei hates that he notices that now, hates that it makes him feel special.

Kei takes a deep breath. “I want to find out who it is.”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widen, and he leans back slightly in his desk chair. “You do? But you’ve never given that sort of stuff much stock before.”

Kei shrugs. “I know that, but…” Trailing off, he sighs. “I know.”

“So what do you want from me?” Yamaguchi asks.

“My help?” Yamaguchi repeats, sounding strangled. “Like we’re on another case or something?”

Kei can picture it- Yamaguchi with his badge, circling an interview room, the suspect denying knowing anything about liking Kei.

“Yeah, why not?” Yamaguchi shrugs, a small smile playing at his lips. Which Kei now can’t stop looking at. “It makes it more fun.”

“So you’ll help?”

Yamaguchi grins, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. “Sure, why not? I’ll get to learn who caught the handsome and mysterious Tsukishima’s attention~”

“Shut up, Tadashi,” Kei grunts, and Yamaguchi laughs.

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

“Detective Yamaguchi reporting for duty,” Yamaguchi says, sidling up to Tsukishima before the day begins. “Ready to begin work?”

“You’re still pretending it's a case?” Tsukishima questions, looking sideways at Yamaguchi who keeps that same determined face.

“Of course.” Yamaguchi salutes, grinning again. He did that a lot, Kei was starting to notice.

“Really?”

“It’s fun,” whines Yamaguchi, finally breaking character. “You’re such a spoilsport. This is why people think you’re mean.”

“Just because I don’t make a fool of myself doesn't mean I’m mean. I’m mean because I talk shit about other people,” Kei mutters, and Yamaguchi snickers. “And the only reason people don’t think you’re mean is because you say it more quietly than I do.”

“That’s not true,” Yamaguchi squawks, and Kei just looks at him. “Fine,” he amends. “Not totally true, anyways. But you’re getting focused on the wrong thing. We need to figure out who likes you.”

“Quiet down,” hisses Kei instinctively, looking around. Thankfully, no one’s paying attention to them, all wrapped up in their own conversations. “How do you, um, propose we start.” He was way out of his depth with this, but thankfully, Yamaguchi didn't tease him for it.

“Well, I figure we have to find the source of the rumor, meaning we’ve got to start with Hinata, see who he heard it from,” Yamaguchi explains, and Kei groans.

“Do we have to?” he asks pathetically, face scrunched up. “Can’t we do like, literally anything else?”

“Don’t you want to find out who likes you?”

“I mean, yeah,” he answers reluctantly.

“Then we’ve got to talk to Hinata,” Yamaguchi says sternly.

“Fine, fine.” Before they can talk more, the rest of the office starts getting to work, meaning they needed to do the same.

“So,” Yamaguchi says during lunch their lunch break, leaning towards Hinata. “Where’d you learn about that guy who has a crush on Tsukki?”

Hinata chews rapidly, swallowing the impossibly large bite he was working on, making Kei cringe. “Hm. I don’t remember so let me think for a second.” He taps his chin, eyes distant, and Kei shifts, trying not to appear suspicious. “Oh!” Hinata says suddenly, brightening. “Kageyama told me.”

Kei blanches. “What?”

“Yeah,” Hinata continues, unbothered. “Apparently he heard it somewhere and thought it was worth mentioning.”

Yamaguchi blinks. “Well then.”

“Why’d you want to know, anyways?” asks Hinata, raising his eyebrows dramatically. “You’ve never been interested in any of Tsukishima’s love life stiff before.” He pauses. “Is it because it’s a guy?”

“What? No,” Yamaguchi insists, voice higher than normal. “Just curious, I suppose. I wonder how this mystery guy feels having the rumor spread around. He’s probably heard the rumors since it’s someone from the agency and all.”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Hinata says, taking another bite of food.

“I want something from the breakroom,” Yamaguchi says, rising suddenly. “Tsukki, come with me.” Only years of partnership allowed him to read Yamaguchi’s eyes, letting him know they weren’t really going to the vending machines.

“Alright, alright.” Kei made a show of grumbling, standing too. Hinata, oblivious as ever, just waved them off cheerfully.

“So we’ve got to talk to Kageyama,” Yamaguchi said once they were in the hall and Kei frowned.

“Do we have to?”

“Are you committed to finding this guy or not?” Yamaguchi asked plainly, spreading his hands. “I’ll only do what you’re comfortable with.”

Kei remembered the butterflies in his stomach, a new surge of determination rushing through him. “I want to know.”

“Okay.” Yamaguchi nodded. “Then we’ve got to find Kageyama.”

“He eats lunch with Yachi when he’s not with Hinata, usually by her desk” Kei supplied, and Yamaguchi’s eyes slid over him but he said nothing.

“Off we go, then,” he decides, adding a little skip to his step. It’s unbearably cute, even as Kei tells himself it most definitely isn’t.

They find Kageyama in the other seat at Yachi’s receptionist desk, sitting off to the side with her, head bent over his casework. Even though they were on break, he still was still working, much to Kei’s amusement.

“Hey, guys!” Yamaguchi greets, leaning against Yachi’s desk.

“Hello!” Yachi chirps, spilling around in her chair to face them. “What’s up?”

“I was curious,” Yamaguchi starts bashfully, and Kei had to admit he played his part well. “Hinata said he heard about the guy who liked Tsukki from you, Kageyama.”

“Oh,” Kageyama says, looking up. “Yeah.”

When it became apparent he wasn’t going to say anymore Kei sighs roughly as Yachi barely stifles her giggle.

“Who’d you hear it from?” Yamaguchi prompts, and Kageyama jerks his head towards Yachi.

“Hitoka told me about it.”

Yachi blushes slightly, ducking her head. “Ah, yes. But I didn’t know it was going to spread like this, I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine,” Kei says, if only to get her to stop bowing her head at him.

“So where’d you hear it from?” asks Yamaguchi, and Yachi’s lips thin as she looks away uncomfortably.

“I, ah, um, I overheard it accidentally.”

Yamaguchi tilts his head, and his face seems to be doing something a little funny. Yachi is looking at Yamaguchi very, very apologetically, and Kei is officially lost.

“Okay,” he says slowly, rolling his eyes. Why was it so hard to get the answers he wanted? “Who was talking about it?”

Yachi swallows visibly. “I don’t remember.”

“You’re lying,” Kei says flatly.

“I’m not!”

“You are.”

“No, I’m not!” Yachi looks close to tears, making Kei feel kind of bad.

“Okay, fine. Do you remember where you were when it happened?”

“I was in the filing room,” Yachi says, and Yamaguchi suddenly stands, stepping away from them.

“I’m sorry,” he says, not making eye contact with any of them. “I just remembered I have to do something.” He quickly leaves, Kei watching after him, confused.

“What just happened?” he asks Yachi, who’s pale, cheeks still stained red.

“I don’t- I can’t- It’s not my place,” she settles on eventually, chewing on her lip. “I’m sorry, Tsukishima.”

“What do you mean, ‘it’s not your place’?” questions Kei, but she just shakes her head.

“Look, just talk to Tadashi, okay? Be honest with him and don’t get upset at what he tells you.”

What? “I still don’t understand, but okay. See you.” Kei leaves too, walking back to the office he shares with Yamaguchi. He’s unable to talk to him, as he won’t even look at him, When he gets to the doors after the work day ends and sees Yamaguchi heading to his car without waiting for him, a sick feeling erupts in his stomach. What was going on?

When he gets to Yamaguchi's house, he’s not there.

“Kei, come in! Come in,” Yamaguchi’s roommate, Goshiki, says, ushering him inside. “Tadashi said he’d be home a little late, in fact, I assumed he was with you, but I guess now. Anyway,” he waves her hand with a small laugh. “He’s not here yet. Obviously, you can go up to his room to wait? Or I can get you something to eat or drink if you’d like.”

“No, I’m fine, thank you,” Kei replies. He’s a lot, but always pretty unobtrusive. “I think I’ll just wait for him in his room.”

“Alright, you know the way. Just holler if you need me!” He floats off, deeper into the house, and Kei quickly climbs the stairs, letting himself into a room almost as familiar as his own.

It’s overwhelmingly Yamaguchi. The bed is unmade, comforter piled by the foot of the bed, and there is paper strewn about the desk, old newspaper clippings and notes.

Laying down on his bed, Kei tells himself not to inhale or anything because that’d be very creepy. He does anyway, and the smell of Tadashi fills his nose, natural and comforting.

Busying himself, Kei opens his phone, playing a dumb game while he waits. It doesn’t take long for him to hear footsteps on the stairs, Yamaguchii’s voice echoing through the house.

When Yamaguchi opens the door, he freezes. “What are you doing here?”

“Why are you avoiding me?” asks Kei flatly, sitting up slightly.

“What?” Yamaguchi laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“You are. Why?”

Sighing heavily, Yamaguchi sits down on his bed, loosening his tie. Kei moves over to make room for him. “Okay,” he starts, “I’m going to tell you something but don’t let it ruin our friendship.”

“I’d never,” Kei promises, feeling the words in his bones. “What’s up.”

“So the guy,” Yamaguchi says slowly. “The one who likes you, I know who it is.”

“You do?” Kei looks at him, stunned. “Then why didn’t tell me?”

Yamaguchi fidgets with his fingers, and Kei wanted to reach over and still his hands, quell the nervousness he’s feeling. “I, um, okay.” He lets out a slow, deep breath. “It’s um, me.”

“You?” Kei echoes, not believing his ears. “You like me?”

“Yeah,” Yamaguchi says, “but I won’t let it change our partnership or mess up our dynamic, I swear.”

“Wait.” Kei holds up a hand. “You like me?”

“I, yes?”

Letting out a relieved laugh, Kei flops back onto Yamaguchi’s bed, a smile spreading across his face. “You like me! Tadashi, this is great news.”

Yamaguchi eyes him, clearly worried. “It is?”

“Yes! I only wanted to find the other guy because I was trying to get over you.” Kei can see the moment his words sink in because as soon as they do, Yamaguchi flushes a deep, brilliant red. it’s beautiful.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes.

“Come here,” Kei says, somewhat hesitantly, as he motions for Yamaguchi to get closer to him. Sure, they’ve cuddled together plenty of times but this feels different, a thousand sparks moving across his body, emanating from everywhere Yamaguchi's skin is on his. “You’re so dumb. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to mess us up! We’re the best team in the agency and I didn’t want to switch partners.” Yamaguchi’s voice is somewhat smuggled by Kei's shoulder, and as he speaks, he snakes his arm around Kei’s waist. “But I uh, guess we cracked this case.”

“Shut up, Tadashi,” Kei grunts, and Yamaguchi’s apology is blocked by Kei’s lips on his.

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