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theforgottendaydreamer · 3 years

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For the fanfic requests thing, I finally decided what to ask you.

A TsukkYama sickfic where Tsukishima got a fever after training too much and has nausea and dissociates a lot, so Yamaguchi tries to help him and take care of him. Nothing sexual obviously but I want there to be a tender and soft moment between them where Yamaguchi tries to bring Tsukki back to reality. Make it as long as you are able to and be as whump as you can. ❤

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST! I’m absolutely in love with your idea, when I first read it I had to stop and take a deep breath because every little part of me was screaming. Hopefully this will be close to what you had in mind! Thank you again @theark-ofvoid for sending a request :)

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing(s): TsukkiYama (Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi).

Word count: 2893 words.

Tags: fever, vomit, exhaustion. Set shortly after the Tōkyō Training Camp Arc. Rated G.

一

He should have left with the others. He knew he should have. He was well-aware that this was eventually going to kill him, he knew that pushing his limits was stupid, that it wasn’t going to make him better. But Tsukishima kept going. Minute after minute, he insisted on perfecting his serves, his spikes, his sets; he’d run laps until his legs began to feel like jelly, wobbling dangerously under his weight. He’d worked hard to make his fingertips reach higher, to have stronger arms, to dive in case he were to receive a ball, if that would have meant not losing a point. He’d been running himself to the ground for two weeks straight, every day, even on the weekend when the gym was closed and he could only workout in the tiny backyard. Even Kageyama and Hinata, who were known to always finish a little late, had started to leave the gym before him.

But unlike those two, Tsukishima needed this. He needed to work harder, he needed to get better. Bokuto had been right, after all: Tsukishima liked to pretend that he didn’t like volleyball, that it was just a hobby of his, something he did to blow off some steam. However, deep down, he knew the truth: he was weak. He was too weak. He’d tried to downplay his weakness as simple indifference, but Tsukishima knew that the only reason why he didn’t show just how much volleyball meant to him was because, after all this time, he was still weak, pathetic, a child that couldn’t get over his trauma.

And Yamaguchi wasn’t happy about it. He’d been keeping a close eye on his boyfriend ever since he’d noticed just how off he’d started to look: surely enough, his arms and legs were more sculpted, but the spectacles couldn’t hide just how sunken his honey eyes were, nor how his complexion had taken a sickly grey tinge over the course of the past two weeks.

At lunch, Tsukishima would eat his usual, tiny portions of food, though Yamaguchi would always ask him to finish his too, pretending that he was full and that he didn’t feel like throwing the food his parents had made for him away like that. He’d maybe leave a couple of spoonfuls of rice, or some vegetables, or a banana he’d barely even touched, asking Tsukishima to finish those for him. Sometimes, the blond would comply, but Yamaguchi had noticed that his boyfriend had began to act annoyed at his requests, so he’d stopped doing it, and limited himself to observing the boy.

Today was not different.

“Tsukki,” he called, sitting on the sidelines. Everyone else was gone already一 they’d left at least an hour ago一 and the moon was already shining up in the sky, stars blinking faintly in the distance, hidden beyond flimsy clouds. Yamaguchi pulled the sweatshirt tighter around himself, drawing his knees closer to his body.

“Tsukki, we should go home.” he insisted. Tsukishima didn’t even react to the voice, and instead he kept juggling, sending the blue and yellow ball higher and higher. The rhythmic, dull sound of flesh hitting synthetic leather was almost unnerving to Yamaguchi, but Tsukishima had completely tuned it out.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. D-

The ball fell on his head with a muffled thud, but Tsukishima didn’t wince. Instead, he crouched down to grab it, expression unreadable. Normally, he would have clicked his tongue, or kicked the ball, or reacted in some way. But he didn’t, and for Yamaguchi, that was the last straw. The green-haired boy got up from his spot and paced toward his boyfriend; he grabbed at his arm, grip delicate but firm. As soon as he made contact, however, Tsukishima flinched violently, immediately pulling away, wide-eyed. He blinked, slow and sheepish, squinting slightly and wondering why the hell his glasses weren’t doing their job.

Yamaguchi repeated the action, albeit more slowly. “Tsukki, enough! It’s late, we need to lock the gym up and leave. Now.” he said, not leaving room for discussion. Despite his hard expression, Yamaguchi’s guts twisted and knotted uncontrollably, the sensation that something was definitely not right sending shivers down his spine.

Karasuno’s number Eleven swallowed, thick. He glanced around, and Yamaguchi couldn’t help but notice how his boyfriend looked like a deer in the headlights. A very warm, suddenly-too-pale deer in the headlights, now that he noticed. The shorter boy moved his hand that was resting onto Tsukishima’s shoulder up, placing it on his forehead; he pulled away in an instant, gasping.

“Tsukki, y-you’re burning up!” he fretted, “You know what, that’s it, I’m taking you home right now. Stay here, I’ll go grab our stuff. Don’t you dare touch another ball.” he hissed, thought he wasn’t angry, but more like, scared out of his mind. Before Yamaguchi could help Tsukishima to at least sit down, the latter whimpered, and he froze.

“I d-don’t... m’not...” Tsukishima stuttered out, voice weak. His eyes were shut tightly, almost painfully as he tried to stop the world from spinning around him. “I th-think一”

And just like that, his head ducked, and he almost headbutted Yamaguchi in the chin as he collapsed forward with a thick, burning retch. The putrid scent of half-digested food and bile spilled from his lips and nose, tears of exertion and agony pooling at the corner of his eyes. The sick soiled the floor and his shoes, and little specks of refuse ended up onto Yamaguchi’s too, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck一 Tsukki! It’s alright. There, get it all up, come on.” Yamaguchi fretted, trying hard not to lose his composure, “What's wrong, Tsukki? What is it? Where does it hurt?” His sweaty palm was pressed against Tsukishima’s damp, forehead, too hot for comfort, while the other hand of the freckled boy rested between his boyfriend’s shoulder blades, rubbing in what he hoped would be considered as comforting patterns, “You're doing amazing, it's alright, just take a deep breath for me now. Easy does it, you're okay, I'm here, baby, I'm here. You're fine, it's fine, it happens, d-don't worry.”

Tsukishima’s body spasmed as he gasped for oxygen whenever his mouth wasn’t busy spewing the content of his upset stomach, clenching painfully. He felt too hot, too unsteady, disoriented if not for the physical contact of Yamaguchi that somehow helped him to cling onto consciousness. Just barely, that is.

“...ki, hey? Can ... me? Tsukki!?” called a voice from somewhere above him, and it was lined with panic, but his fever-addled brain didn’t really register any of that. The blond groaned, shutting his eyes tightly and pressing his soiled lips in a thin, trembling line. A wet burp escaped his mouth, but he didn’t bring a fist up to conceal it, and instead sank forward again, bringing up another wave of vomit.

The world around him felt like a broken carousel, its hinges screeching and clanking loudly and making his head pound. Everything was going around and around in dizzying trajectories, taking him along for the dizzy ride, and it was loud, nauseating. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and the white shirt he was wearing stuck uncomfortably to his pale skin, drenched in salty sweat. Something一 someone was moving him, talking to him, but he couldn’t focus on it, he couldn’t bring himself to care, now.

“...shima please, please answer me! Kei!” called Yamaguchi. He was gripping at Tsukishima’s wrists tightly, leaving shallow marks on his boyfriend’s skin as he unconsciously dug his short nails into it. The honey in Tsukishima’s eyes had been replaced with a darker shade of yellow, and his pupils were blown like he’d been in the dark for too long. He didn’t seem aware of Yamaguchi’s presence, he didn’t seem to hear his boyfriend as he called his name repeatedly, urgency evident in his tone, and he didn’t seem to understand as the freckled boy bolted to the clubroom only to return a minute later, phone held in the crook of his neck as he spoke. Tsukishima watched with blind eyes, passive, unfocused gaze falling somewhere behind the pinch server.

“...r mother’s gonna … soon, you’ll be alr… hear me? Tsukki, pl...” he heard him say. He couldn’t quite understand the words, but he felt grateful. And scared.

He coughed weakly, “Ya-ama..?”

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi beamed, trying to catch his gaze, eyebrows arched in fear, “Tsukki, I’m here. You’re okay, you’re- you're alright. It’s just a fever, there’s nothing to worry about!” he explained, mostly to himself. “Stay with me now, alright? Your mother’s going to pick us up in a few minutes, and she asked me if I could stay with you for the night since she has a nightshift to cover. Is that okay?”

Tsukishima blinked, lips quivering as he tried to compose a somewhat cognizant thought, and failed. He let his fuzzy head loll forward, limp against Yamaguchi’s shoulder.

“Hurts.” he slurred, shivering. “M-messed up.”

“No, no, shhh, you didn’t mess anything up. You didn’t mess anything up, Tsukki. Stay with me now. You’re here with me, I won’t leave you.”

Tsukishima whimpered. “Dunno wha’s happenin’ t’me.” he mumbled, “M’sorry.”

“You don’t have to be!” Yamaguchi screeched, maybe a little too loud. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he added, voice lower, “it’s alright, it happens. You just need to get this under control.”

“Ca-an’t.”

“You can. You can. You’re too hard on yourself, but you can work on it. We can work on it.” Yamaguchi explained, rubbing at his back to ground him when he noticed how shifty his boyfriend’s gaze was getting. “Tsukki, hey, hey. Don’t go yet. Listen to me, okay? Listen to Yama.” he said, “I’m sorry this is happening to you一 man, you’re scorching. B-but we’ll fix this, yeah?”

Yamaguchi cursed himself. He’d seen it coming, he knew it was going to happen and he didn’t do anything to stop it, to stop him from hurting himself like that. His grip around Tsukishima’s shoulders tightened, and he shifted closer to the boy. His eyes were still open, but he didn’t look entirely conscious. This was worrisome, to say the least.

“Tsukki, you with me?” the pinch server asked. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick again?”

A shrug.

“Okay, okay, that’s fine. Just stay with me.” he insisted, “You’ll be okay soon, we just need to…”

To the middle-blocker, Yamaguchi’s voice sounded as if he was speaking from underwater. Or maybe, Tsukishima thought, he was the one that was drowning. It felt like it. But he also felt like he was melting. How could he melt underwater? That sounded… funny.

“Tsukki..?” Yamaguchi called fearfully, eyes wide and filled with horror as the boiling boy chuckled for no apparent reason. He was almost too scared to prop him up.

And the blond was fully-intentioned to reply, to explain why the image that he had in mind was amusingー Yamaguchi was surely going to find it hilarious, too. He opened his mouth, voicing out a shapeless mutter, before the grey that had been clawing at his vision since he'd collapsed decided to take over him. He felt so heavy, all of the sudden; his limbs were in agony, and his head pounded. Tsukishima briefly wondered if he had some painkillers in his bag, before he inadvertently tilted to the side, world tipping, going dark. And then, he knew no more, dragged under by an infinite void.

By the time that Ms Tsukishima arrived, a few minutes later, Yamaguchi was an absolute mess; he’d tried to keep it together, for his boyfriend’s sake, but when Tsukishima had collapsed after giving only the tiniest, most pitiful sigh as a warning, he’d lost it. Ms Tsukishima, already dressed up for her shift that was going to begin soon, had found her son laying on his side, as the kind boy who was always next to him kept running a hand through his matted hair and calling out his name, voice broken. His eyes were red-rimmed and shiny with tears, chin twitching as he stifled soundless sobs.

The two of them had then managed to drag Tsukishima's lanky body out of the gym and haul him into the car. Yamaguchi had grabbed Tsukishima's phone and had called him, placing the device on the seat of the car, and taking his own with him as he went to rapidly clean up the mess, while Tsukishima's mother went to retrieve the bags. That way, the freckled boy and Tsukishima's mother could feel a bit less guilty about leaving the unconscious blond alone in the car.

They were both back in the car less than five minutes later, and Tsukishima had not regained consciousness in the meantime, nor during the drive. Yamaguchi could only run his long, shaky fingers through the damp hair, and pray. Tsukishima's boiling head rested on his thigh as he rested, lost into a fitful sleep.

ー

When he came to, he felt... just as bad as before. Worse, maybe.

Tsukishima didn't want to wake up, but consciousness seemed to be willing to forcefully drag him back to the land of the living without his consent, and there was nothing he could do when his senses slowly returned to him. The pain did too, and suddenly the middle-blocker realised just how worse for the wear he'd had it.

“...ki?” someone called. The voice was low, warm and familiar, and it made him feel at ease. He wondered whose voice it was.

“Tsukki, baby?” came again, and this time, this time Tsukishima knew. His eyes blinked open without him telling them to, not managing to unclose past slits; the form before him was blurry, its outlines faded and unclear. Something was wrapped around a handー his hand, he reminded himselfー and it was warm and soft, though slightly wet.

“Y-Yama.” Tsukishima croaked out. The room around him started to become more familiar to his burning eyes, and the blond came to the realisation that the place he was in was his own bedroom. With his free hand, Tsukishima felt the clean sheets, and grabbed a fistful of them, grip weak and unsteady. He inhaled, slow and deep, taking in the scent of lavender of the pillowcase; with the little strength he'd left, he somehow managed to lift his and Yamaguchi's hand, and put the freckled boy's against his lips, planting a soft kiss, allowing himself to whiff at the scent of strawberryー Yamaguchi had started using cherry body soap ever since he'd discovered that he reminded Tsukishima of a strawberry when flustered, apparently. He found it cute.

“How are you feeling, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked, voice gentle and barely a whisper.

A half-choked groan was all he got in response. The pinch served hummed.

“You're running an awfully-high fever. It got to 39.4°C earlier, but I think it’s a bit lower now.”

“M'sorry.” Tsukishima mumbled. Yamaguchi didn't even need to ask why, and the blond knew it. Karasuno's number Twelve let his shoulders drop, and he stood up from the chair he was on, and sat onto the mattress, feeling it sag under his weight. He delicately rubbed Tsukishima's cheek, before he started to cradle his hair, careful not to pull any strands. Only then did Tsukishima realize that a damp cloth had been draped over his forehead. Through fever-fogged eyes, the blond could still see how sadness lingered in his watery gaze.

“You don’t need to do this to yourself.” he simply stated.

“M’sorry, Yama. I don’tー I didn’t think…” he trailed off. He still had a high fever, and his thoughts were scrambled also due to the fact that he had no energy in him right now.

Yamaguchi exhaled softly, “Scoot over.”

“Wha’?”

“Come on, Tsukki, let me lay down a bit.”

Tsukishima did as he was told, moving a few centimeters to the right so that Yamaguchi could get under the blanket next to him; he didn’t lay down entirely, and let Tsukishima move his head to rest on his chest, hearing the rhythmic thumping of his heart.

“Don’t do that ever again. Please.” Yamaguchi whispered, “That was scary, and I don’t want you to go and almost kill yourself like that. You don’t need to.”

“I need’a be b-better.” Tsukishima croaked out, “If I c-can’t block, m’notー the team won’t wa-ant me. I jus’ wanted to be good enough.”

The hand that was cradling his sweaty hair stopped moving, and Tsukishima barely kept himself from whining at that. “You’re already good enough, Tsukki, and even better than that. You’re you, you’re good just as you are.” Yamaguchi said, stern, “The team will always want you. We need you, Tsukki, and not only because you’re a good player, but because everyone likes youー yes, even the other first-years, don’t start.”

Tsukishima chuckled despite himself. “M’really sorry, Yama.”

“It’s okay, just… don’t do that again, please. That’s all I’m asking.” Yamaguchi breathed out, voice soft. He leaned over to plant a soft kiss onto Tsukishima’s warm forehead, the salty sweat moist against his lips, Tsukishima leaning into the tender touch. “Now rest, I won’t go anywhere.” he said.

The blond could only breathe out the umptenth apology, before he was enveloped in the darkness once again. But this time, he was safe.

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sunyokun · 3 years

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It Was Yamaguchi (Tsukkiyama)

word count: 3.2k+

content warnings: major character death, angst, hurt/no comfort.

Yamaguchi was trembling.

He had woken up twenty minutes ago to be greeted by nothing but the left side of his bed which was already cold, made, and empty.

That was a little weird considering it was Tsukki’s day off and he liked to spend the majority of the morning curled around Tadashi but it was nothing too drastic.

What really made him anxious, though, was the little post-it note left on the refrigerator. Well, not the note, but rather what it said.

‘Let’s talk later. Be home.

-Kei’

The words “let’s talk” are enough to make anyone nervous, but Yamaguchi already being the overthinker he is made it ten times worse.

His morning cup of tea didn’t taste as sweet as it normally did as he let his thoughts get to him.

Kei has been rather distant lately, hasn’t he?

When’s the last time we had a real, in-depth conversation?

What does he want to talk about?

He’s going to finally leave me, isn’t he?

Trying to think of something that he’s done to provoke Tsukki is a trap in itself because Yamaguchi is constantly thinking that he’s doing something wrong.

So all he could do is wallow in the sinking feeling of dread while awaiting said conversation his boyfriend wanted to have.

He wanted to drop the topic in his mind.

Wanted to focus on anything else.

So he carried on doing what he would normally do every day.

But the freckled man couldn’t help but think about all the wrong he’s done recently while trying to figure out what was the last straw for Tsukki?

Cleaning the dishes he thought about when he accidentally used bleach instead of normal detergent while doing laundry last week.

He’d ruined Kei’s favorite sweater in that load of laundry, hadn’t he?

Yamaguchi recalled the look of annoyance that flickered across his boyfriend’s face when he had broken the news to him, holding out the once dark green sweater that now had large and ugly splotches of bleach stains on them.

His lips curled downward in a scowl and the lines on his forehead that were partially covered by his short fringe creased.

But after one look at Yamaguchi’s nervous and apologetic face, he’d brushed it off, placing a kiss on his forehead saying he’d just buy another one.

Did he really forgive him or did he just say that to spare Yamaguchi and his sensitive feelings?

It’s Yamaguchi we’re talking about. Of course he’d think the latter.

Taking out the garbage, he thought of when he tripped over his shoe laces when Tsukki had brought him to that event his boss was hosting at the museum he worked at a while back.

The people who had been invited were all pretty wealthy business owners who were considering partnering with the rather well known museum.

The volume in the building would be considered silent to someone as loud and rambunctious like their senpais from high school, Nishinoya and Tanaka; but if you were someone who was experienced in this field, you would be able to make out the dozens of mumbled conversations that were spread throughout the building.

That made Yamaguchi’s fall all the more obvious, the sound of him hitting the floor not so quiet.

He had started cursing himself the very second he had tried to take a step forward and realized his other foot was atop that one’s shoelace.

He knew he was going to trip and fall flat on his face in front of all these people and what made him feel worse was the words that rang in his head that Kei had spoken to him before leaving.

“You’re sure you don’t want to wear shoes without laces? What if you fall?”

He had known. Yamaguchi assumed it was because he had always found a way to embarrass him in public so Tsukki must have started picking up on his stupidly clumsy habits. But oh boy, had he done it this time. He was going to be so livid with him.

Kei was looking to his left at a statue when he heard the smack of a body hit the floor next to him and quickly swiveled his head to find his green haired lover no longer (almost) eye level with him.

He had glanced around to see if anyone had noticed and of course, with their luck, everyone in the room had turned to see what the commotion was all about. Including Kei’s boss.

He didn’t sigh, didn’t roll his eyes, didn’t even walk away which he would’ve done if it were anyone else who had embarrassed him to such lengths in public.

But this was Yamaguchi.

So he knelt down to be next to the wide-eyed man and spoke to him in a soft voice.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

Tadashi shook his head quickly as Tsukki gave him a once-over and opened his mouth to apologize but before he could, the blond was helping him to his feet.

“As long as you’re uninjured, don't apologize. I didn’t want to drive all the way to the hospital.”

He ruffled his large hand in green hair but Tadashi thought that he could sense the underlying agitation beneath his soft words. He had one job and it was to not embarrass his boyfriend. He failed, just like everything else he ever tried.

Tsukki didn’t show any sign even later that night when they went out to eat or any of the days following that he was mad.

But it’s Yamaguchi Tadashi we’re talking about. What do you mean he’s not mad? Of course he is. He has to be.

While folding the (not bleached) laundry, he wondered if it was when he tried to recreate his lover’s favorite strawberry shortcake recipe but messed it up by mixing up the salt and sugar containers.

Not only did Kei have to come home to his kitchen looking like a hurricane had passed through it, but his initial excitement at seeing a small, cutely decorated strawberry shortcake had gone to waste.

Yamaguchi watched in mortification as Tsukki took his first (and only) bite only for his lover’s face to scrunch as one did when they tasted a lemon.

“Kei? What is it? Did I make it wrong? I’m sor-”

Holding a hand up, it was a struggle but the middle blocker swallowed the bite as he stood up and went over to go where Yamaguchi had left out all of the ingredients he had used and looked around until finding the container of what Yamaguchi had thought was sugar.

“Use this?”

The freckled boy had nodded, still embarrassed but now confused as his boyfriend came over to him and poured a tiny bit on his hand for him to taste.

He grit his teeth at the taste of salt and sighed.

What can he do right?

“Kei-”

He didn’t let him apologize again.

Maybe he’d finally gotten tired of hearing the words come out of his mouth.

But that didn’t seem like the case when Tsukishima started laughing.

He laughed so hard that he doubled over, clutching his stomach and had to remove his glasses to wipe his eyes.

Tadashi would have to wipe his own eyes here soon.

Everything he tried at, he failed.

And now the person whom he loved most was laughing in his face.

“Tadashi.”

Kei’s hands were suddenly on his face and he was brought back to reality, back down to Earth, back down to their small but cozy apartment in Sendai where it was just he and Tsukki. And the latter wasn’t laughing anymore.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Thank you for making the cake. I just thought your mistake was cute.”

But it’s Yamaguchi he was talking to. And even a crack in Kei’s voice, a glint in his eye, a twitch of his mouth could convince Yamaguchi’s opinion of his irritation.

While thinking, Tadashi had been stress cleaning so his chores for the next few days were complete, leaving him sitting on the edge of their bed, twiddling his thumbs.

The old clock that they had chimed, signaling the last hour had gone and a new one had come but when checked, it was still only five o’clock.

And Yamaguchi refused to sit there, nothing but a bundle of nerves and anxiety for the remaining hour and fifteen minutes until Kei came home from practice with his team, the Sendai Frogs.

He brushed out his hair, put on a sweater and slipped on his shoes by the door and after making sure he had his (near dead) phone in his pocket along with some money, he walked out onto the street.

He didn’t have a certain aim as to where he was going.

He was just going.

Which ended up well for him actually because he ended up at his favorite convenience store.

He stopped inside and roamed the aisles, looking for something to waste his money on to pass the time.

He stops in front of a display of baked goods and wants to roll his eyes at the perfect piece of strawberry shortcake that sat on it’s platter.

It annoyed him, having just been thinking about his own failed attempt at the sweet.

But he still bought it anyway, that and a small carton of strawberry milk.

He sat outside, bathing in the summer sun, wishing he hadn’t worn a sweater, and occasionally eating his cake and sipping his milk while thinking.

Maybe just this once, he wanted to believe he was overreacting.

Maybe Kei didn’t want to leave him at all.

Maybe he just wanted to talk about something that had nothing to do with them splitting apart.

He hoped that was the case.

He hoped with everything he had.

And as he took his last bite of shortcake, his milk finished some time ago, he allowed himself his first tiny grin of the day.

One day, he would make a shortcake like this for Tsukki, too. He’ll use sugar and all this time.

He almost got to sigh a breath of relief. Almost.

That was until he saw the time.

It felt like he had been sitting there for no more than half of an hour but apparently almost an hour and a half had passed.

Kei should’ve been home fifteen minutes ago.

And back came Tadashi’s anxiety.

So he started running home.

As fast as his slender legs would take him, he ran.

He only slowed a bit as he pulled his phone from his pocket so he wouldn’t run into anyone.

It was weird that Tsukki hadn’t let any text messages or voicemails for him since he wasn’t there when he got home but he had no time to think about it.

He turned a corner while dialing Kei’s number, hoping his phone didn’t die before he answered, and grimaced at the bad car accident he had to pass.

He couldn’t spare the time to stop and stare though, so he resumed speed walking as he held the phone up to his ear.

Until he heard it.

The sound of his favorite song. His as in Kei’s, not Tadashi's.

It’s not uncommon to hear music out in the city streets but the song had a certain extra jingle in the background that he knew from one place and one place only.

The ringtone that Tsukki had set for Tadashi in his phone.

He faltered in his step and his knees nearly buckled.

He slowly stopped and pulled the phone away from his ear, wide eyes and a shaking hand turning to his left to face the street and the accident.

That wasn’t the grey car that Tsukishima Kei drove off to work this morning. No, it couldn’t be.

That wasn’t Tadashi’s face staring back at him from the phone that a gloved police officer was putting into a plastic bag of things that were not Tsukki’s belongings.

And that most certainly was not Tsukishima Kei’s almost unrecognizable fucking body being lifted out of a destroyed car.

It certainly wasn’t.

But it was.

And Tadashi was running.

Running and screaming out Kei’s name so loud, everyone had turned to look at the man who didn’t know but already had tears leaving a trail in his wake.

But for once in his life, his anxiety didn’t shove the fact that they were all watching him in his face.

Tsukki was hurt. Tsukki was unconscious. His Tsukki was…

He tried to push past an officer who tried to tell him to back away from the scene but was caught by the arm.

What a coincidence, he would’ve thought on a normal day if he looked up to Officer Daichi Sawamura on the street.

But it wasn’t a normal day and he needed to get to his boyfriend.

“Yamaguchi? What the hell-” “Kei!”

Then it clicked for Daichi who was still holding his kouhai back.

“Tell me that’s not…” “Let me go! Kei!”

And let him go, he did.

In fact, he ran to the unconscious body being rolled to an ambulance alongside the screaming man.

Yamaguchi snatched Kei’s face into his hands, letting out a sob when he saw it so close up.

He was in his own world.

He didn’t notice Daichi explaining that he was Kei’s boyfriend to his fellow officers and to let him ride along in the ambulance while holding back tears of his own.

He didn’t notice the crowd grow slightly bigger, his screams drawing more people in.

He didn’t notice anything until they started rolling Kei away from him.

He held onto the sides of his stretcher with all of his strength, not willing to let go of him until Daichi physically picked him up and jumped in the ambulance after they had loaded Tsukki in.

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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素敵な男の子. Lovely Boy

↠ Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi

↠ Warning: just fluff and soft Tsukishima

↬ Word Count: 3.1k

↣ a/n: ohayo!! Welcome to Day 1 of the TsukkiYama Week ヽ(*´з｀*)ﾉ originally, this was going to be an nsfw, but I read late that it was only SFW Content only (~‾∇‾)~ I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary: tired of being known as a cold, heartless man, and someone who belittles their relationship, Tsukishima pushes back all of his own problems and traumatic experiences and shows just how much he loves and appreciates Yamaguchi and gives back all of the love and affection he has given to him since they were kids.

⇢ Day 1: Affection @tsukkiyama-week

"Shut up, Yamaguchi."

Those were the lines he'd hear in an everyday basis from the tall blonde. That didn't make Yamaguchi falter though, he was used to his snarky comments and daily mocking. Even as a middle schooler, he didn't shed a tear when he was proclaimed to be, "lame" by Tsukishima on their first meeting.

Everything was fine for Yamaguchi. That is, until by faith, they had came out of their shells when they hit third year in high school and spoke up to the unbearable feelings they've held for eachother for so long.

One can only wish for their partners to be a bit...clingy per say.

For the past few years before entering this relationship they now have as college students, Yamaguchi was the and always the first one to initiate sweet comments, little surprises and small touches towards the blonde. And for years as a child until now, he had been referred to as "Tsukishima's Magnet" for always clinging onto him or following him around like a lost puppy.

Sometimes, Yamaguchi wishes for him to do the same. Even just a little. He couldn't voice that out even as they agreed before that they should open up more than ever now that they're in a relationship. But somehow entering a new, unexpected level in life, Yamaguchi began to revert back to his child self. Shy and quiet, never able to speak what was on his mind or what he likes and just let's everything slide by.

He felt selfish and needy to imagine Tsukishima actually showering him with affections out of his character for once. Imagine that all the words and actions he has given before would be reciprocated. But still he thought, he couldn't really force his lover to follow along his own needs. He didn't want to put more pressure on the males shoulder seeing as he has his own world he has yet to know about.

That didn't stop him from dreaming all of those whenever he sees a couple doing all those in real life, novels and television shows.

Now for Tsukishima, he has a keen eye. He would catch the fond look behind Yamaguchi's eyes whenever they would come across those sights or when they talk about something and him, being the sweetheart, always giving him heartwarming feedbacks and little touches. Tsukishima knows how this was affecting Yamaguchi, if he was to be told the truth he would admit that he really thinks of himself as a frustration.

He used to be so lively as a child, even not afraid to say "I love you" to his own brother without feeling awkward or cringing. Sadly, those days had died down ever since he developed trust issues to all then people that comes in his life. But still, this was Yamaguchi, the only person who has stuck with him throughout his life even as he was being an asshole to many including him. He was both his only friend and family. He should atleast have the decency to act like a boyfriend who cares about the relationship they've built. Not some jerk who would take advantage of someones precious heart.

Sighing, Tsukishima removes his glasses and closes his eyes. It was already 6:30 PM and Yamaguchi was yet to arrive at his place since he went over to their old manager, Yachi, for a bit of help with his papers.

That was another thing that bothers and scares Tsukishima to the bone. The very thought of Yamaguchi going to the girl he almost liked back in highschool, the one who might be, right now giving him the amount of praise he should've been giving him, or the comfort he should've given back after all of Yamaguchi's doings shakens him.

In all honesty, Tsukishima thought that in the end, it would be Yamaguchi and her. But driven by bitterness and hidden longing, he had manage to grab a hold of his heart and became his.

Yes, Yamaguchi was his but why did it feel like he wasn't his entirely?

Tsukishima knows he's a terrible partner to begin with. He knows that if in the past, if he had answered to the flock of girls confessing to him before, they wouldn't even last a week with him and his confusing personality. Not that he'd want that to happen, he didn't want to be stuck in a relationship with some squealing woman just for his looks. He wants Yamaguchi and he needed to do something for him atleast to show him after for long what he meant when he said that he loves him.

His bedroom door swung gently before he could open his eyes, only to be greeted by that lovely, shy chirp greeting and the line he has never grown tired of hearing.

"Sorry, Tsukki!"

He was finally back.

"Yachi and I had a bit of a chat after helping me. I hope you don't mind," a small vein popped on Tsukishima's forehead, seeing Yamaguchi get flustered and his cheeks tinted with pink about someone othet was oddly not pleasant to him, "We can still continue movie night though. My parents don't mind me staying over at your place."

Placing his glasses back as he hears the bag drop beside his bed, he watches Yamaguchi rummage over his things to take out his laptop for them to watch as promised.

Tsukishima couldn't help but still feel troubled, usually when having movie nights with his lover, you'd expect a lot of cuddling and kisses here and there from all couples. But for them it was just watching with a space between them and nothing but a few words exchanged. And now, seeing as he was planning on doing something about it, he bit his lip on the sudden thought of canceling movie night for something else.

Something that's all about Yamaguchi and how he'd show him that he actually values the relationship and how much he loves him.

"Wait."

He mutters out as Yamaguchi had already opened his laptop placed on his lap. He looks behind his shoulder, blinking in confusion a little seeing Tsukishima stare at him intensely.

"Something wrong, Tsukki?"

He was thankful the boy didn't see him gulp wgen he had looked at him almost innocently with a tone so sweet and pure, his sadistic side was fueled. One of the few reasons why he loved teasing Yamaguchi and mocking him was the way he reacts. His tone going soft and pouty when he says sorry, or when his eyes would sadden a little looking like a puppy, or when he subconsciously puffs his cheeks in annoyance or happiness.

He wished he could've told him sooner how much he loves and notices the little things about Yamaguchi. The little things that cause big problems for him.

"Tsukki?"

"Dammit.."

Roughly pushing back his chair that grazed on his carpeted floor, he takes big steps behind him and kneels down on his level. He surrounds his arms around Yamaguchi's body from behind, shutting his laptop and quickly placing it down away from him, only for him to wrap his arms back on the males body, nuzzling his nose on the side of his neck and hearing his breath hitch from the sensitivity.

"Dammit all."

Squeaking a little, Yamaguchi feels his entire weight being carried as if he was as light as a pillow and lands on the soft mattress after Tsukishima had gently laid him down on. Sprawled and with a flushed face, Yamaguchi gulps as Tsukishima hovers over his body, trapping him in between his arms as he looks at him with that same annoyed look he always puts on whenever he was with Hinata.

"W-wait, Tsukki, what's gotten into you?"

"Shut up."

Obligating as he was told, his mouth forms into a tight, thin line. His forehead slowly forming sweats from his shaken nerves and with a bit of anticipation. Tsukishima could only scoff and push his glasses back to avoid falling, leaning his head in as he hears the person beneath him whimper when he dips his face on the side of his neck.

"Just let me do this for you."

Yamaguchi didn't quite catch what he had said as was about to ask, but words couldn't escape his mouth as whimpers and small whines were the only things he could emit at the moment when he feels his cold lips give the sensitive skin by his neck small kisses. He wantes to wrap his arms around the male hovering over him, but he also didn't want this little moment end in awkwardness seeing as he has never really held Tsukishima close to him.

Of course, he notices it since he has an eye for his reactions to see if he loves it. Breathing out softly, he uses his other hand to grab his arm, wrapping it on his neck and giving the side of his ear a small peck, "Do it," he didn't miss the way his bodt shuddered at the sound of his voice close to his ear, "If you want to wrap your arms around me, do it. I don't mind."

That made Yamaguchi's heart pound, the butterflies in his stomach tickling him, making his body feel light and his toes curl. He gulps, biting back the smile on his face and slowly wraps the other arm around Tsukishima's neck. He hears him sigh ffom his neck when he was pulled closer to his body. Thinking maybe it was too close for his likings, he gradually loosens his arms around him, stopping when Tsukishima groans.

Instead, he feels his body being pulled as well by the small of his back, a hand cupping the back of his top head as Tsukishima settles himself between his legs and his face hidden on the side of his neck.

He was finally cuddling him.

It felt good. No, that was an understatement to him, it felt right. It was like hugging a warmer pillow, it made him almost doze off to sleep but he fights it back by nuzzling deeper if possible on his skin.

"Tsukki, what's wrong?"

The unusual and out of character behavior caught on Yamaguchi. They have never really initiated these kinds of things during their relationship. It was mostly just filled with talks about how their day went or about future jobs amd such. Since he grew up with him as a child, it was easy for him to read the sudden changes his lover would go to. It was difficult, surprising, but he still finds himself in daze whenever he was with him.

"Not that I don't like the change of course here," he panics a bit, he really doesn't want him to pull away from him from blurting it out, "I'm just, really curious what made you suddenly do this?"

Tsukishima closes his eyes for a brief moment. He really didn't want to miss the chance to tell him everything he's wanted to say for a long time now. He didn't want to come off like some douche again and just utter out the phrase that makes him shut up.

But if its for Yamaguchi, he's sure as hell doesn't want to come off lame.

"I just love you."

And by that little confession, it had done a number out of Yamaguchi. His face blows into a steam and boiling hot red. Subconsciously closing his legs around Tsukishima's body feeling giddy and light.

And this was his first time saying that first.

"I love you too, Tsukki," he moves his hand to pet his hair, rubbing his cheek on the side of his neck in affection, "So much."

"No, you don't get it."

Blinking in confusion at his statement, Tsukishima pushes himself off from his neck and hovers his face over his. Eyes locked onto eachother with intensity flowing into his yellow irises.

"I love you."

"W-what?"

"I love everything about you," he pauses, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looks away from his eyes, "By everything I mean every little thing about you."

"Tsukki—"

"I know I don't say this crap all the time, but I couldn't help but think I was being an ass of a partner to you. I know what I am to many and God do I hate to treat you the same way as I do to them when you don't even deserve it."

"Tsukki, wait."

"No," finally bringing back his gaze on Yamaguchi's, he leans his forehead in and presses it onto his. Thw tips of their nose booping eachother, "Please, this is the only time I get to tell you everything."

That was the first time Yamaguchi has ever heard him plead. It warmed his heart so much that he was making an effort into all of this and it makes him tear up a bit. So with a nod, he allows him to continue on with his words as his fingers massaged his scalp by habit.

"I know I lack so much. I'm not like any partner whom you'd want to spend your life with following behind and get less in a relationship. I know I don't show or give much effort into little things like praises or affections to you but," he stops when he opens his eyes that held a soft, lost and frustrated look in them.

"But I don't want to lose you or continue on like this. I want to give you so much more than you ever deserved, I want you to know that from the beginning, I always cared about you and kept an eye on you. That everything you've done made me so damn proud. That when I call you lame I was trying to tell you how amazing you are."

Each sentence made Yamaguchi's world crumble and shake. Sure, he gets so many kind words from a lot of people, but the fact that he was being cradled in the arms of his lovers who was speaking hushed love confessions hit him harder than anything. He was already biting his lip from the giddiness and his breathing slowed from the intense atmosphere.

"I see the way you'd look into the stories and shows that had romance in them. As sappy as it looks, I know how much you longed for that kind of intimacy and communication. And I know for sure as hell you deserve that kind of treatment."

He braces himself using his forearm behind Yamaguchi's head, bringing up his other free hand to cup his cheek and look lovingly at him. A rare sight that will forever burn inside his head.

"And I want to be the one that gives you all of those. Not Yachi, not anyone else. I want to be not only your partner, but someone who's connected to you. Someone you can put your faith on entirely without any doubt."

He was unable to speak, only able to open and close his mouth but no words could escape. But after a short while, Yamaguchi feels himself chuckle a bit and moves his hands on the side of Tsukishima's face with dreamy, teary eyes and a sincere smile.

"Tsukki, you don't have to worry about any of those. I don't think of you or me that way," consciously leaning on his warm palms, Tsukishima allows himself to be squished by his hands and continues, "Yachi and I are nothing more than friends. Even if I found her alluring before, Tsukki, it's always been you."

Lips pressing against eachother at the moment, to remind him that he was all his and no one else's. That he wasn't going anywhere. That it didn't matter what Tsukishima does, because he was still the same man he's ever loved. Pulling away briefly, Yamaguchi holds back a giggle when he sees Tsukishima slighty jut his lips out from the short kiss. If he knew it felt like that he would've done it more often.

"I don't want you pressuring yourself in a role that you don't find suiting. In my opinion, its much more better to understand someone and just love them for what they are rather than see them force themselves in a role that make's them unhappy."

"But I'm not forcing myself...If anything, I want to do it and make you happy."

Yamaguchi could only smile and laugh halfheartedly at his statement and hugs his head close.

"Ever since you came into my life, I've already been in my happiest state more than ever."

Tsukishima couldn't help but still feel guilty. He really didn't deserve someone as lovely as Yamaguchi in his life. He admits to himself that he was the one who was the lamest and crappiest person ever, but when he feels his chin being pushed up a bit to meet with his kind and loving gaze, he allows himself and his heart to beat rapidly as Yamaguchi speaks,

"Please don't ever think yourself lime that, Tsukki. It makes you look lame when I know otherwise that you are all I hoped for since we were kids."

Scoffing a bit at that statement with a hidden smile on his face, "I sound like a sap for godsake," he hears him laugh along his words, "But, if we can, will you let me treat you right again? Start all over?"

Pulling him back for a heated kiss, Tsukishima moves his hand behind the small of his back to push him closer whilst still cupping the back of his head and licking on his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Yamaguchi parts his lips and let's him deepen the kiss, messy with his hair as his glasses were starting to mist from their breathing.

None wanted to pull away, Tsukishima lightly teases his crotch with his knee thar made Yamaguchi squeak a bit into the kiss and pulls away with a strinf of saliva connecting them.

"That was mean."

"You're a lot more sensitive than I thought."

Both were breathless, but filled with so much love and assurance. Tsukishima had laid his head on his chest, listening to the sound of the heart he knows he owns and breaths out in bliss.

"Do you still want to watch a movie, Tsukki?" he feels him shake his head against his clothed chest.

"Tomorrow, we'll go out on that little store you checked the other day. No questions, I'm treating you."

Blushing, Yamaguchi couldn't wait for the next day. Tsukishima could tell by the way he was tightening his arms around his body from the giddness.

"Just let me stay here like this...It feels nice." snuggling his body into a comfortable position, his arms caging in the smaller body between them as Yamaguchi nods along his words.

"And Tadashi,"

"Hm?"

"I love you, a lot."

"I love you too, Kei."

....

...

"Keep calling me that please."

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candiedyamms · 7 years

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for the prompt thing: 25 with tsukki and yams (even better if tsukki says it!)

Well I hope you didn’t think this was going to be happy, anon. Thanks for the request though! I’m setting it in my favorite au, where Tsukki and Yamaguchi live together during college but aren’t yet together.

Tsukkiyama - “My nightmares are usually about losing you.” (based on this prompt list)

“You don’t look so good today, Tsukki.”

Kei looked up from where his eyes had settled somewhere in the middle distance of the room. He blinked twice, trying to rid his mind of the fog of sleeplessness.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, shooting a glare across the table at Tadashi. “Pass me the coffee.”

Tadashi complied, and Kei poured himself a cup, the strong and earthy scent of black coffee pushing back his daze. This would be enough to get him through to the afternoon at least. Then maybe he could nap on the couch after class, undisturbed for a blessed hour or so. Any amount of interrupted sleep he would treat as a small miracle. It was going on six days that he wasn’t able to sleep through the night. Six nights where he’d wake up with a tightness in his chest and his cheeks wet.

“Hey, were you up at like three this morning?” Tadashi’s voice dragged him out of his trance of watching the steam rise from his cup. “I woke up and saw your light on.”

“No. I was sleeping with the light on because I’m scared of the dark.”

“Very funny,” Tadashi said with a roll of his eyes. He leaned across the table a little, just enough for his chest to press into the wood as he watched Kei with growing concern. “Are you having trouble sleeping again?”

Of course he had noticed. They had been best friends long enough, had lived together long enough. Of course Tadashi would notice when his habits changed, and when he could barely keep his eyes open at the breakfast table.

“I’m fine, Tadashi,” he lied, because what else could he do but lie? They were adults, and his nightmares were his own business.

Across the table Tadashi frowned, and Kei knew he sensed the lie. He didn’t push it, though, not yet.

Three days later Kei was slumped onto the couch, a book open on his lap, eyes glazed over. The dreams had only gotten worse the last few days, tearing from him his desperately needed sleep. It was like clockwork: spend an hour over thinking, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom; listen to the sounds of Tadashi fussing around in the kitchen; fall into a fitful sleep guilty from the day dreams he couldn’t help but imagine. An hour, maybe two, later he would be awake again, visions of sitting alone in an empty apartment blowing around his mind like smoke.

“You have to get some sleep.”

Tadashi was there now, sitting on the other end the couch, and when he had come into the room Kei couldn’t say. He closed the book and set it aside, turning to face Tadashi with a scowl.

“I have been sleeping.”

“Don’t pull that with me, Kei. The bags under your eyes don’t help your lying.” Tadashi slid closer to him on the couch and no, no he shouldn’t do that. That would only make things worse.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Kei answered defensively, his voice taking on the mocking tone he used to cover up being caught in his lie. “You don’t sleep at night either. What’s the problem?”

“Yeah but when I do sleep I don’t wake up crying.”

Kei blinked once, then again. Was his lost sleep causing him to hear things? Tadashi might be able to tell he was not sleeping well at night, but how could he know he woke up with strangled, half cries on his lips? He thought he’d kept quiet enough, that the wall that separated them was thick enough to hide his worry and increasing fear. He must have been wrong.

When he spoke next his voice was quiet, like he was uncertain yet if this was real.

“What?”

“I can hear you,” Tadashi said softly, his eyes looking away towards the floor, the door, anywhere else before settling back on Kei. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

How could he lie again? How could he look at Tadashi, watching him with eyes so deep and kind and overflowing with concern just for him and lie?

“I’ve…just had some bad dreams lately, okay?” The words left his mouth in a frustrated rush, embarrassment making it his turn to look away towards whatever else in the room he could. “It’s nothing. Leave it alone.”

“Bad dreams? That bad?” Tadashi asked, an expression on his face of relief? Confusion? Kei couldn’t look at him long enough to tell. “What are they about?”

“They’re….” He should stop. Maybe he couldn’t keep the knowledge of his dreams from Tadashi but he could at least keep their contents from him. Tadashi didn’t need to know. No one needed to know expect him. But there was that look again - the one Kei couldn’t say no to even if it meant his own discomfort and guilt and fears being laid bare.

“My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he said softly.

There was silence for a moment, Kei waiting with his breath held for whatever came next. Laughter, scorn, comfort. All the possibilities rushed through his mind, just like they did every night when he tried to fall back asleep.

“About me?” Tadashi asked eventually. “You’re dreaming about me?”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?” Kei spat out, his reflex to cover up his feelings, to push them aside like they were nothing, too strong to change.

“But. Why? Kei, why are you dreaming about that?”

Because I love you, Kei thought. Because I can feel you slipping through my fingers every new day. Because soon we’ll move on and I’ll be alone and empty.

“I don’t know. They’re just stupid dreams. Why do people dream about being naked in class or losing their teeth? They don’t mean anything”

Kei swallowed back the pain and rush of tears that threatened to show. They did mean something. They meant everything. Tadashi meant everything to him. But like the nightmares that would not let him rest, his hopes for having his feelings returned were just that - dreams.

“I’ll take some sleeping pills tonight or something,” he mumbled. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

He thought he saw Tadashi’s hand twitch in his lap, thought maybe his breath caught in his throat.

“Kei…”

He waited for Tadashi’s next words, wanting to hear more than anything ‘you’ll never lose me.’ They didn’t come, though. All there was was a heavy silence, Tadashi looking at him with something akin to hurt in his eyes.

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hongbubs · 7 years

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@cinnamonsnow sent me an ask thing so prepare for a loooong Haikyuu (AsaDai and Yamaguchi) rant

AKA OHH BOYYYY BUCKLE UP DDDDDDD:

001 -AsaDai

When I started shipping it if I did: Like how many episodes did it take for Asahi to appear? That’s when :D

My thoughts: HAPPY HAPPY FEELINGZ ALL AROUND T.T I ship this ship to the ends of the world and back and it’s both my second favorite pairing for Daichi and Asahi. Because my first favorite pairing for BOTH Daichi and Asahi is AsaDaiSuga and I would die for all of these boys.

What makes me happy about them: That they exist??? Okay, so basically I love how insanely and completely Daichi trusts Asahi and how much he relies on him. Like how there seems to be 0 doubts in his head about Asahi backing him up and holding his ground in his stead and of course we mostly see that during games, but since this is a sports anime games are pretty good parallels for their everyday relationship. Asahi is a safety net for Daichi and when at the beginning he was trying so hard to get him to come back, I believe that was as much for himself as it was for the team - like for Daichi to function as well as a captain as he does, he needs to know that Asahi is there having his back, mentally and sometimes physically. Re: when he had to leave bc of his injury. Daichi puts on the bravest and strongest and most driven front for his team but we know that sometimes hes afraid and has doubts and I believe Asahi is amongst the few that are aware of that and are able to give some strength back to him.

As for Asahi, well, it goes without saying that when you are constantly viewed as one thing while being totally different (re: big scary guy vs actual baby kitten), when you constantly doubt yourself and try your damned hardest to overcome those doubts and fears, having someone trusting you and treasuring you unconditionally can save your life. I believe that Daichi loving and cherishing Asahi (either as just a friend or a lover) is a constant source of confidence and willpower for him, especially since he clearly looks up to Daichi in a way. (As does everyone and rightfully so).

TL;DR: It makes me happier than anything how SUPPORTIVE they are for each other, how much they can mutually rely on each other and overall how everything in their relationship seems to be built on mutual and unquestioned trust and love and respect, which in turn makes them both stronger as individuals.

What makes me sad about them: I’ve seen in mentioned multiple times that Daichi goes to Tokyo and Asahi doesn’t?!?!? And I don’t want them to separate?!?! :(((((((( Also the lack of AsaDai random interaction content : DDD

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: THE FACT THAT THE TAG HAS ABOUT 50 FICS?!? Like honestly I’m not gonna get annoyed because characterisation is the freedom of the artist, but I personally don’t enjoy reading about Asahi as this fragile and shy and insecure quasi-princess character. Sure he is mentally fragile sometimes and he gets shy and insecure sometimes, but he is also a strong-minded person, an ace of all positions, and he fights to overcome his fear of challenge and failure so hard. Don’t erase that part of him. Similarly, I don’t really like overconfident and insensitive Daichi either.

Things I look for in fanfic: basically existence? Xd mutual support and love and lots of caring for each other and just silly boys in love :D but then again I look for that in all fics soooo yeah.

Who I’d be comfortable with them ending up with, if not each other: basically all 4 of the 3rd years (so them and Sugawara and Shimizu) I’d love and support and cherish if they ended up together in any pairing. Other than that I haven’t given it much thought yet I guess? I just want them to be happy T.T

My happily ever after for them: I want Daichi to eventually get a job where he can keep on being a leader/teacher, maybe even a coach later, and before that, play in a uni team for a while maybe too… but I guess I can’t see either of them as Big City Men running around with briefcases. Maybe join one of those neighborhood volleyball teams together for fun… I’d love for Asahi to have his own little something, like a flower shop or a little craft store something equally pretty and cheesy, and Daichi helps out when he’s not coaching/teaching and its the ultimate soothing bliss for him, just arranging bouquets with Asahi, not really talking just being together, enjoying the quiet and the flowers and the company… and living like that until they’re both 200….

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: generally Daichi is the big spoon because even though Asahi is bigger, Daichi is just one of those people BORN TO BE the big spoon. Perfect husband spoon material… but then there would of course be times when he’d just curl up and let Asahi envelope him in warmth and safety and peace.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity: lots of outdoor activities, like hiking and biking and camping? Things where you don’t have to talk a lot to enjoy it, but if you want to, you can have the deepest/ most open conversations without feeling embarrassed. They’d go on these 1 night camping trips, hike somewhere with their stuff on their backs, discover little hidden streams or views from mountaintop, collect wood, build a little fire in front of the tent, watch the stars, talk about memories and future plans, dreams and fears, without having to feel awkward about being honest and vulnerable.

002 - Yamaguchi Tadashi

How I feel about this character: I WILL PROTECT AND LOVE HIM UNTIL THE DAY I DIE AND THEN MY GHOST WILL FLOAT AROUND WHISPERING INTO PEOPLE’S EARS: LOVE YAMAGUCHI

All the people I ship romantically with this character: There isn’t actually that many… YamaYachi is super sweet and lovely, and TsukkiYama is also sweet in its own extremely codependent and childish way :)) I haven’t honestly seen many Yamaguchi ships but basically anyone would be luck af to have Yamaguchi so, yeah.

My non-romantic OTP about this character: I LOVE LOVE LOVE how Shimada teaches him and helps him and believes in him and cheers for him, I love their relationship so muchhhhhhhhhhhhh also I generally see him and Tsukki as a BROTP rather than a couple but yeah that’s a whole different story :))

My unpopular opinion about this character: He is one of the strongest willed characters imo, because he’s technically the least talented and he gets nervous and misses a lot at first but instead of just quitting he struggles to keep up with the team. I was like that once (except I was not simply the least talented I basically sucked xdd) and tho I loved volleyball, I just quit because I hated staying while knowing that I’m the least useful member of the team. Idk what counts as an unpopular opinion since I haven’t read that many posts about him, but it’s certainly a very important one for me.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: the whole stadium cheering and shouting his name as he gets 10 consecutive no-touch ace points in? :D Oikawa saying that he’s great at serving? Tsukki hugging him and telling him how important his friendship is to him and how much he cares about him? Like, i know i know that THEY BOTH KNOW IT and like tsukki doesn’t have to SAY it for Yamaguchi to know, but I still want him to xd oooops that’s not one thing xd

My OTP: uhhh idkkkk as i said i havent seen that many pairings but out of the ones i saw its the TsukkiYama BROTP. Like if i had to choose one relationship with him and someone else that i love more than the others.

My crossover ship:… SO MANY FANDOMS TO CHOOSE FROMMMMMM but just. Limiting it to the few animes I’ve been watching recently (Shingeki no Kyojin amd Free)… he reminds me of Marco, kinda, so maybe Jean/Yamaguchi… AND ALSO CONSIDER: SMALL FRECKLED ANGEL YAMAGUCHI AND GIANT SOFT ANGEL MAKOTO. ALL THE ANGELS ALL THE SOFT.

One headcanon fact: one stolen (from @topftopf ’s BokuAkaKuuroTsukki series, aka the If You Read One Haikyuu Fic Series Then Make It This One as i like to call it): Yamaguchi grows out his hair, gets some tattoos and a bike, and he’s basically The Dream Guy. Hottest, Sweetest, Nicest, COOLEST by all standards. Get yourself a Yamaguchi. And one original: sometimes when he just Cant Deal™ with Tsukki’s shit, he’d go to Yachi and BICH freely about how his best friend is insufferable because Yachi will always listen to him but would never say it back to anyone or hold it against Tsukki and Yamaguchi is always careful around others since everyone talks shit about Tsukki and he wants them all to see and love him as he does, rather than how Tsukki wants to seem. This later develops into free bitching sessions with the two of them where they can let out all their frustration about other people that they’d never say out loud to anyone else. (Like Yachi about her mom, or stupid first year boys that keep obnoxiously trying to flirt with her…)

#asks #haikyuu #im literally dying of haikyuu feelz as of late #save meeeeee #cinnamonsnow #asadai #yamaguchi #all of these boys are my children

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Six Hundred and Eighty Five Hours

Here’s a little deviation from my standard tsukkiyama writing with a short fluffy Asanoya fic! Truth be told, when I first started reading Haikyuu Asanoya was my favorite ship (and it still is, sorry yams and tsukki). Read below or on Ao3.

Summary: Nishinoya has been waiting for what feels like forever for Asahi to come back from university for a visit. The final few hours crawl by, but by the end all the waiting is definitely worth it.

It had been exactly six hundred and eighty two hours. Or was it six hundred and twenty eight? It was hard to keep track when they kept passing by, one after the other without end, indifferent to how difficult it was for Yuu to get through them.

There were only three hours left, that he knew for certain. He fidgeted in his seat, one foot tapping the floor unconsciously, the tempo changing each time he swapped one foot for the other. On the desk in front of him a textbook lay open, the words long forgotten in a haze of anticipation. He was certain he was annoying the classmates seated around him, his usual inability to sit still now intensified to the point where no position would satisfy him. Let them be annoyed. If he tried to stop moving it would feel like time stopped moving, and that was the opposite of what he wanted.

Three more hours, he thought, looking at the clock on the wall for the countless time that day. One more hour of class, and two of volleyball practice. Yuu bit down on the inside of his lip in order to stop himself from yelling out in excitement.

Tokyo was two hours away by train. That meant Asahi was probably leaving his apartment around now. Or maybe he was throwing his clothes together into a suitcase at the last minute, having misjudged how long it would take. He’d be flustered and rushed, his hair hanging loose in his face as he raced about his room.

Yuu’s daydream got him through forty-five minutes of class.

With fifteen minutes left Yuu felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and, forgetting using it during class was prohibited, he pulled it out and stared at the screen. A new text message popped up, bright against the soft pastel background.

On the train now. See you soon.

“Finally!” he exclaimed, and realized he had yelled into the silent classroom only after the word was already out.

“Nishinoya.”

Yuu looked up from his phone to see the teacher standing at the corner of his desk.

“One more outburst and you’ll be heading to the principal’s office.”

He gave her his best sheepish smile and slid his phone back into his pocket before she could take it away. He did his best to look ashamed, though all he felt was a bubbling up of laughter and the urge to yell at the top of his lungs that in less than three hours he would be seeing his boyfriend again.

“Sorry,” he said, and his voice was louder than he intended. Whether the teacher believed him or not, she walked back to the front of the room to continue her lecture, outburst forgiven but not likely forgotten.

For the rest of the class Yuu was well behaved, as he could do nothing but stare out the window and dream of seeing Asahi walking up the sidewalk in search of him.

During practice time moved normally again. It wasn’t like in class, where Yuu would stare at the clock and the second hand would stop in place, moving only when he looked away. In the gym, with the sounds of sneakers skidding on wood and the shouts of his teammates echoing off the walls, he could almost forget he was praying for the world to spin faster.

“Hey, Noya, how much longer?”

Yuu hurriedly finished gulping down the water in his bottle and turned to Tanaka with a wide grin.

“One hour and thirteen minutes!”

“That’s so soon!” Hinata said, skipping over from across the court. He was bouncing on his feet, and his eyes were almost as bright as Yuu’s at the prospect of seeing Asahi. “Do you think he’ll come see us too?”

On Yuu’s left Tsukishima scoffed.

“I don’t care what he does, as long as it calms Nishinoya down. I’m tired of fearing for the back of my neck when he’s receiving.”

Maybe it was the pressure of sustaining such a high level of excitement, but Yuu found himself unable to ignore Tsukishima’s harsh tongue today. He felt like a ball of tightly wound rubber bands: ready to snap at any moment, whether it be in happiness when he saw Asahi or in anger at Tsukishima right now.

He took the few steps separating him and the taller boy until he was standing in front of him, blocking his way to the rest of the court.

“Do you have something to say, Tsukishima?”

Tsukishima looked down at him, a glint in his eyes that Yuu long since learned to associate with the oncoming of a scathing insult.

“I said-”

“If you don’t get back to practicing right now I’m keeping you here an extra hour,” Ennoshita’s voice cut in. He was suddenly standing very close to the two boys, though Yuu could have sworn he had been on the other side of the gym not a second before. There was a slight smile on his face, though his crossed arms told another, more dangerous, story.

“All of you,” he added, meeting Yuu’s eyes and holding them until he was certain he understood the threat.

Yuu understood, all right. An hour more at practice was an hour less he got to spend with Asahi, and he intended not to waste even a fraction of a second this weekend. Some things weren’t worth the trouble they caused, and today Tsukishima was one of those things.

Yuu bounded away from the bench, his confrontation already forgotten. As he ran he looked up at the clock hanging on the far wall of the gym.

One more hour.

The door of the gymnasium creaked open, letting the afternoon light cast long shadows on the floor. Yuu, in the middle of following the course of a ball head towards him, snapped his head at the noise. In the time it took for him to recognize the figure standing in the light he had mentally counted down the minutes since he had last checked the clock. He was right on time.

“Asahi!” Yuu yelled, already sprinting towards his boyfriend. The serve that had been meant for him hit the floor and bounced away, neglected.

As he drew close to Asahi he pushed off from the balls of his feet and launched himself into the air, landing solidly in Asahi’s surprised arms. His legs wrapped around the bigger man’s middle and Asahi stumbled back in an attempt to remain steady after the impact of his embrace.

“Y-yuu, I can’t breathe,” Asahi mumbled, though he did nothing to extract himself.

Taking the hint, Yuu loosened his grasp on Asahi and let his feet slide to the floor.

It had been so long. Seeing Asahi before him now, his hair tied behind his neck, a few stubborn wisps framing his face, Yuu had to fight back tears of relief at their reunion. The last twenty eight days had felt like a lifetime. When Asahi had left for university in Tokyo Yuu never imagined it would be so hard to be away from him. Waiting to see him again, to touch him and be touched by him, was the greatest test to Yuu’s patience and resolve he had ever faced. Already there were nights that Asahi had to talk him out of skipping school and finding some way, any way, to get to him. Waiting had been terrible, but Yuu knew if he had to he would do it a hundred times over in order to feel Asahi’s arms grip on to him the way they were doing right now.

“I missed you so much,” Yuu said, not once trying to contain the way he felt, onlookers be damned.

Asahi pulled him back to his chest, the force lifting him up onto his toes.

“I missed you, too,” Asahi said, and that was all he had time to say before Yuu stopped his words with a kiss.

If time had seemed slow before, now it had stopped. Everything had stopped except for the gentle sound of Asahi’s heart beating and the soft, warm sensation of his lips moving against Yuu’s. He had been counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until this moment and now that it was here none of those numbers meant anything. All that mattered was Asahi and the familiar way his body felt pressed against his. The rough of his beard was scratching at Yuu’s skin, the smell of his shampoo taking over his senses until his head swam and the only thing keeping him on his feet was the strong hands gripping his waist.

“Ahem.”

Yuu would have been content to keep kissing Asahi and ignore the protests of the captain and the other boys in the gym. He would have gladly forgotten the world for a while longer and lost himself in his affection and longing. Asahi, however, had a more considerate mindset.

He broke away from Yuu and gently pushed him back to the flat of his feet, and returned his arms to his sides. Already a red mask of embarrassment was rushing to cover his cheeks. Yuu could hardly resist grabbing Ashai’s blushing face in his hands and smothering it in another kiss, and he had to look away in order to control himself.

“Ah, Ennoshita, I’m so sorry,” Asahi said to the captain watching them impassively from a few feet away. “I didn’t mean to interrupt practice. I’ll go sit on the bench and wait.”

Before he could walk away Yuu reached out and grabbed Asahi’s wrist, tugging him back and anchoring him to the spot.

“Nope, you’re playing,” he said. “Come and hit some of my tosses.”

The small crowd of boys that had gathered around them nodded their heads in agreement. For those who knew Asahi it had been a long time since they practiced with him, and they were all eager for the chance to do so again, though none so much as Yuu.

Asahi looked to Ennoshita for guidance with an expression somewhere between hope and disbelief on his face. “Is that okay?” he asked.

“It’s either that or Noya doesn’t pay attention to anything but you on the sidelines, isn’t it?” Ennoshita sighed, then motioned towards the open court. “Go ahead.”

The team dispersed as everyone ran back to continue practice, the interruption seemingly over. Yuu pulled Asahi farther into the gym with the others, a grin tugging at his lips the whole way.

“Hey, you know that’s the first time we kissed in six hundred and-“

“Eighty five hours,” Asahi finished. He looked down at Yuu and squeezed the hand that was still holding his. “I promise it won’t be as long next time.”

#asanoya #asanoya fic #haikyuu!! fic #haikyuu!! fanfiction #its my first time writing these two so #eh? I dunno #nishinoya yuu #azumane asahi #fanfic #also I know that's only like 28 and a half days #but that can feel like forever sometimes #my writing

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