a/n: okay hi?? im ellie?? heres this??? i worked on it for like four? days?on and off? and its longer than any oneshot ive written but yk shes cute ig. pls be nice pls enjoy… but also my last piece got 2 notes and im really hopin in not shadowbanned here lmao

genre: fluff, angst, rivals to lovers!!

pairing: bisexual!female!reader x tsukishima kei (yes bi reader its a vibe)

warnings: a break up with a beautiful woman i made up myself, swearing

word count: 3.7k (ahhhh!!)

enjoy!! :D

Elementary second year. Your newly-assigned seat was next to a much taller, blond kid. He was smart and bright, rivaling the sun in terms of unbridled joy. Now, none of that can be seen by eight year old eyes, but looking back and comparing, it’s easy to spot that he changed. 

Tsukishima Kei was an excitable kid, just as everyone was, but he was still snarky; his arrogance seemed to be something that just festered within his soul, no matter the trauma that brought it out. 

Childlike wonder is still alive and well at eight. 

The teacher you had back then was quite rude. She was pushy and angry, and she assigned way too much homework. Everything she uttered made you huff in disappointment, crossing your arms and hoping for some sort of reaction from someone. The kid next to you was named Koji–or, at least, that’s what you called him. He was your best friend, spending every moment with you like you were siblings. You’d be able to crack a joke with the smallest glance and you’d talk constantly. As soon as your handwriting was legible to people of your age group, you’d pass notes back and forth and cackle at their contents. Until, of course,

“Tsukishima, will you switch seats with Kojikata today?” Your teacher sounded exhausted, huffing her sentence out on a sigh before going back to the multiplication tables on the board. Suddenly, your little world was interrupted.

“Y/N, right?” He didn’t look at you, placing his folders down on the desk and pushing his glasses back up as he sat. His words were hushed and quiet, but the class had moved into individual work–he wasn’t interrupting anyone.

“Yeah. Can I call you Tsukki?” You were angry, gripping your pencil tighter in your little hand as you wrote numbers down on white paper. One times one is one. Two times two is four. This is easy.

“No,” he was long doing the same thing, but writing quicker than you. That’s how it is, huh?

Three times two is six. Four times five is twenty. Six times three is eighteen. Five times six is thirty. This is easy-

“Miss, I’m done.” His voice was always so dry. Uninterested. 

Four times three is twelve. “Me too!” Your hand shot up with the paper in it, sending a death glare at the boy next to you.

That’s how it is, huh?

This pattern continued for weeks. Tsukishima didn’t move from his seat next to you, as your teacher had made the realization that you worked far harder without friends around. Tsukishima lit a competitive fire under you; everything was now a race.

It started with handing in assignments. Who would go up to the front desk first to have their work checked over? Who would finish this quiz faster? Then it transferred into everything. 

Who would get to class faster? Who finished their lunch quicker? Who could read faster? Who scored higher on spelling tests? Who could run faster in gym class?

And then it was middle school.

Middle school brought in Yamaguchi Tadashi. 

It’d be an understatement to say he warmed to Yamaguchi quickly, but the basis behind that was strange. Tsukishima was never one for friends, even though everyone wanted to be friends with him. He was cool in the eyes of a handful of eleven year olds; letting everything roll off your back seemed to be an admirable trait. Yamaguchi worshipped him, and Tsukishima took him under his wing to teach him the ropes of being a cool kid.

At heart, though, Yamaguchi was kind and attentive. He could tell when things were going wrong, and supposedly it was him that changed the rest of your life.

The rivalry continued just as it had in elementary, just with higher stakes. You’d fight for answering questions first, working ahead of everyone else to just beat him. He’d never bat an eye at it, and sometimes you thought it was all over, but then

“Y/N.” Tsukishima Kei stood three steps behind you, looming over you with the height he was seemingly born with. The hallway was emptying by now, kids walking into their classrooms once again. The white floors rung with the quiet sounds of soft-bottomed shoes and a light above your head flickered calmly.

“Yeah?” You spun around to meet his gaze.

“What’d you get on that lit essay?”

“A 96. Why?”

“No reason,” he smirked and tilted his head up, looking down at you, “I got a 100.”

A huff and a stomp away gave him the answer he needed as he followed you into the classroom, sitting down behind you and next to Yamaguchi just as he did every day. The little shit.

Tsukishima was never better than you, technically speaking. On average and on paper, you were always both roughly the same. You’d fight for being top of the class, the position switching between both of you every day. You excelled in creative things while he excelled at sports, but both of you dabbled in the other. When people in your year began dating, everyone came to assume you two were. It was embarrassing, really, because Tsukishima Kei was a little shit know-it-all who will never beat me at anything ever and people need to stop thinking he will because he won’t I’m better than hi-

“Hey?” Oh right. Friends.

“Koji!” He never left, at least not yet. His nimble fingers tapping on your shoulder brought you back to reality, making you jump and turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his body for a split second.

“You looked zoned” his face was riddled with concern that was easy to write off.

“Oh, whoops” a small blush heated your cheek as your hand migrated to rub your neck. “Did you want something?”

As you walked into the classroom a bit further, Koji sat on your right; he seemed to buckle down more when you had moved away from each other way back in the day, so there were less mid-class comedy shows. He grew up just as you had, and with the closeness of the two of you people began to think you were dating. At twelve, it was incredibly necessary to date someone–anyone. Theories bounced from everywhere and anywhere and with you it was either your best friend or your biggest rival. Your lack of attraction to either of them became the center of many late night crises. 

“Not particularly,” his gaze switched from you to the board again, beginning to write something down when he turned his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Of course I am,” you smiled at him, the kind of smile that made your eyes crinkle at the corners, and suddenly it was high school.

-

“Tsukishima is really cute! And he’s smart, I heard that Kageyama wasn’t too bright somewhere.”

“But Kageyama’s so much hotter! His being a little dumb sometimes is endearing.”

“Are we not going to talk about that third year setter, Sugawara?”

“No, he’d never go for a first year. Besides, that Hinata kid is more of an enigma.”

“Have you even seen them play?” A howl of angry “yes”s fell over the crowd, trying to prove something. None of them had ever seen them play.

That asshole Tsukishima getting popular felt like a stab in the soul. None of them knew him or how much he sucked, but the amount of girls fawning over him was horrific.

-

There’s something consistently poetic about young love, no matter where it comes from. Something extra sweet about holding pinkies in school corridors when no one is looking and seeing them every day, smiling loudly as the sun broke over the horizon all bright and early. The raging hormones and dumb, fake social hierarchies of fifteen make emotions run wild, and only the deeply immature end up helplessly infatuated. Others are more cautious, but there’s only so many precautions one can take at fifteen. Sometimes some of us just want to be loved, no matter the sincerity of it.

Cared for, and whatnot. No harm in that, in the long run at least. 

“Y/N, right?” Her name was Mei. She was in your class; 1-4, just like Tsukishima. She was pretty. Long, black hair was preceded by two green streaks at the front. She’d always have those down, making her features look like a photo in a perfect frame. She had a collection of hair clips with small shapes on them that she’d have somewhere on her person at all times. Her more mid-sized body was paler than most, and she was covered in freckles and moles. Her eyes were an unusual shade of blue that looked deep enough to swim in. Her cheeks were always stained with a peachy blush that moved up her collarbones and into her ears, making her look like she was always smiling no matter what her face was doing. Karasuno’s school uniform did wonders for her curves, the skirt swaying up on occasion and making her look so damn perfect.

“Yeah! You’re…” a second of dumbfounded pause felt like years in your mind, coming to the conclusion that she was the most beautiful girl you had ever met. “Ojiro Mei?”

“Yep! I just wanted to tell you you looked really pretty today!” Her voice always had an upward inflection, and was higher than most. It was cute. Incredibly cute.

“Oh.” A moment of confidence fell over you like you weren’t in control of your actions, “you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you very much,” she bounced back on her toes and then rolled back to her heels, hands intertwined behind her back, “You’re too kind, Y/N.” Her sentences were always punctuated with an eye-crinkling smile.

Later that day, you found her on every social media account you could; she messaged you first.

When you don’t know you’re interested in women, it’s hard to notice that they’re flirting with you, but after a handful of supposed gay panic, you asked her on a date.

She was two inches shorter than you, and somehow that persisted no matter what shoes she was wearing. Every small outing with her felt like cloud nine–watching the sunset, small conversation over tea at a nearby cafe, cuddling in your bedroom with only a string of Christmas lights on. She always looked so wonderful in soft lighting, the potential cold of winter disappeared with pale beiges that made her freckles look like stars. Every action Mei ever did was soft and full of care. She could send every single emotion through her fingertips on your jaw, deepening a kiss you started moments before. She was like magic, until she wasn’t anymore.

You supposed, when thinking back, that things fell out around month thirteen. The rose colored lenses everything was viewed through faded a bit, and it’s easy to notice her pulling away. There were less late night phone calls and less recommended music and less hands running through your hair. Everything has a natural progression to the end, right?

“Do you still feel it?” It was raining. Large drops of water fell down to the floor, smacking the pavement at speeds you couldn’t even try to measure. She was wearing a bright yellow raincoat that looked almost dull in the four pm light. 

“Feel what?”

“Anything, baby.” All of her words ended with a huffed out sigh, like she was tired of something. Lying, maybe. 

You pondered the question, and it seemed like your hesitation gave her all the answer she needed. 

“Ya know, Y/N.” She looked down and grabbed your hands with hers, rubbing her thumbs on your palms as you grabbed around them. “This was fun. We had a good run.”

A solemn tear fell down your cheek at the ending, but there was no use in self pity or anger now. She was so sweet and kind, and it’s truly unthinkable how she continued that kindness in the end.

“Yeah. A good run.” The pink in your cheeks grew as you choked out a laugh, pulling her in for one final hug under the dim fluorescent lights on the front door overhang of the school.

Fifteen came and went with love, and when sixteen rolled around you wondered if you’d ever be loved like that again.

-

A spirit can’t be broken overnight, and if you’ve spent the last eight years of your life having a strong, consistent rivalry with someone, it won’t leave any time soon. Tsukishima and you were on similar playing fields for most of your life, but you had one thing he didn’t: relationship experience. In that way, you always counted yourself one point higher, like a boy scout badge. 

For a spell, however, your intensity changed. There was nothing more driving you than spite, and there was nothing you wanted more than to beat him. You were well into your second year of high school at this point, and–volleyball notwithstanding–you had wins over Tsukishima. You had seen him play volleyball, every match in his second year, and you deemed he was simply okay. You refused to count his success onto the list of wins for both of you.

June fifteenth. Tournaments were coming up around the corner when it happened, which explained every reason why he was there. You weren’t exactly prepared for the rain, so the best bet seemed to be sitting at the front entrance of Karasuno High School and wallowing in a little bit more self pity before you went home. You were just dumpedafter all, the tears weren’t done falling. 

The feeling between sadness and shame overflowed you, shades of yellowish green painting the world around you and churning your gut into oblivion. And the tears fell. It felt like a scene in a movie; in a few seconds, a strong, capable man would show up to your rescue.

“Y/N?”what the fuck?

He was sweaty. His face was matte from a light film of saltwater. He had a grey umbrella over his head, keeping himself dry from the still-pelting rain. His six-foot-two frame was covered with a black tracksuit, and he still had his sports goggles on.

Those fucking sports goggles.

“Tsukishima.” you deadpanned, trying to get him away as fast as possible. His words were snarky, as always, but this time laced with concern. Like he actually cared.

“What are you still doing here? It’s almost six,” he stood under the overhang with you, crouching to take a few feet off of his incredible height. 

“Sulking?”

“Ah,” he huffed and sat down next to you, “it’s not great for your posture, ya know.”

“Oh shut up, Tsukishima.”

“Remember when we were eight,” he looked up, studying the moths as they flew around the lights on the ceiling, “and you asked if you could call me Tsukki?”

“Vaguely, but we were eight.”

“Yeah, true” his head dramatically fell to his lap, staring at his knees as he chuckled, “but you can. Call me Tsukki, that is.”

An uncomfortable laugh fell from your lips, and he spoke for you, “this one kid, Koganegawa, the setter on Date Tech, calls me that too. It’s not a Tadashi-only nickname anymore.”

“You say Tadashi-only like I wasn’t there first.”

“He never asked.”

“Would you have said no?”

“Probably” he hasn’t actually looked at you yet. 

“Should I not have asked?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Okay, Tsukki” you drew out the last letter, giggling at the situation before you had time to think about your emotions.

He noticed that you weren’t crying anymore and helped you stand, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. Tsukishima and you lived closer than you thought, walking the same direction and only splitting up seconds away from your home.

You walked in silence the whole time, but it was comfortable. While he was your rival, he was always a friend. There was nothing scary or intimidating about him, as is with most people when you’ve known them forever; it was almost like his facade just didn’t work on you. You were huddled close to him to stay out of the rain. 

The second you parted ways, you ran home. The rain was more of a drizzle now, but the temperature began a free fall–getting out of the cold as fast as possible was your first priority. Upon entering the front door and taking off your shoes and jacket, leaving everything to sit in the entryway, you took a shower. The rain didn’t do enough to wash away the pain of the day, and warm steam would let the rest evaporate. The expected unrelenting sadness wasn’t really present as much as was expected, though. Everything felt fine. Content. Okay.

-

And it continued that way. He sent you a snapchat asking if you had gotten home safely, which prompted a memory of you never giving each other your phone numbers. After a quick yes, tsukki. no need to worry ;), you sent him your number asking to play some game.

Whatever is meant to happen does, right? Any excuse for falling for him. You didn’t want to, of course, but things happen. Time changes. Thus, the excuses. Thus, the ignorance. Thus, the five stages of grief. 

It started with the denial, because no Y/N you can’t like Tsukishima Kei. He’s so competitive and mean and snarky and horrible and you hate him! Then, the anger, because Tsukishimasucksand he’s horrible and you’re going to punch him in his stupid cute face. Next, the bargaining, because please don’t let this be happening you’ll do anything to lose these feelings, even if it means letting him win at something. Going into the depression, because all you’ve ever wanted was to be free of this assclownand now you’re stuck thinking about him at three in the morning when you’re supposed to be dreaming about anything other than him. And finally, acceptance, when you scowl at him in the hallway because fuck, you like Tsukishima Kei.

The worst bit of acceptance is getting over it. Now you had to confront your feelings. Now you needed to tell him. 

It was roughly five months since he found you sulking on school grounds, and you regretted most days the way you let him text you every morning. It’d always be something stupid, like a joke about the novel you were reading in lit or sometimes he’d tell you, off hand, something dumb Hinata and Kageyama did at practice. Sometimes he’d text you, within the first twenty minutes of the school day, pointing out something little you did with your hair. They were never really compliments as much as comments; he’d say “your socks have a pink ring at the top” and give you nothing to work with from there. A simple yes would suffice, you always supposed, because “yes, tsukki. they do.”

He’d linger at his desk during the break between classes and would stay there if you didn’t leave, but would leave a few steps behind you if you did. He wouldn’t follow you, but he’d watch to know where you were going. Everything he did was concealed though–you’d only notice if you really wanted to know.

Yamaguchi was the only one to notice, even after a while of it. You’ll never know what he said to his friend, but the conversation you had with the aforementioned friend a day later gives some guesses.

“Y/N?” Tsukishima was never the shy type, and you knew him in the days where everyone was shy. He wasn’t loud, but he was bold. His words were always pointed and important. Everything he did always had purpose and intensity behind it.

“Tsukki?” You were sitting under a tree, enjoying the late spring weather of the beginning of your third year. Nothing became intense yet classwork wise, so there was ample time to chill on the school grounds. Overlooking the soccer field was a large oak tree. It was big enough to comfortably have multiple groups of people under its shade, but it was empty at the moment; save for you and the book you were reading.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to maybe go out sometime?” He somehow didn’t pause while talking, but his words came out more something akin to word vomit. You we’re more shocked than you should have been, if you had picked up on the signs. But you were feeling the same as he was, as far as you could tell.

“Sure, when?” You looked back down at your book for a second, placing the bookmark in it and folding the pages shut.

Tsukishima looked dumbfounded, standing there with his eyes bugged out and his mouth slightly agape. He started making unintelligible babbling noises, hoping to get something out that had any meaning at all. You took the reins instead, gaining confidence in his lack thereof.

“I was planning on getting coffee or something today after school. It gets really cold at night now, huh?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Would you like to join me?”

“There’s a break before practice today so” he hesitated, letting the pink in his cheeks finally catch up to the beating in his chest. “Sure.”

You wouldn’t have ever pegged Tsukishima Kei as the flustered type.

-

There was never a drop in conversation, as there never really was between you two. A whole life together and you still had things to talk about, mentioning everything from your individual childhoods to recent developments. Turns out he never knew what genre of books were your favorite. Or what kind of music you listened to. Or what any of your hobbies were. 

Turns out you both had more in common than you thought, competitive spirits notwithstanding. Tsukishima Kei was a strange man in every sense of the word. He was arrogant and snarky and disinterested and bright and passionate and smart. He was your rival, smug look plastered on his smug face making your chest bubble in anger just as it had a million times before–or was that admiration this time? The world may never know. 

All that was real right now was the deck of cards on the table, being separated out into a card game both of you learned as kids. The small, round, cafe table shook with every slap of your hands, but the basis of your relationship would always be competition. It’s just that now the anger behind that competition was gone. All that was left was admiration. 

You were right | Kei Tsukishima x Reader

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Summary: For once Tsukishima didn’t want to be right.

This isn’t based on me, of course not

You and Tsukishima were coming home, it was just the two of you because Yamaguchi had gone to practice floating serves with Shimada

Kei noticed something was wrong with you. You were too quiet. Nothing to do with your chatty and cheerful nature. Tired of seeing you with your depressive aura, he decided to find out what had happened to you. Maybe I could try to comfort you … although I wasn’t the best at it. I should have asked you when Yamaguchi was, surely he would have been of more help.

“What’s wrong?”

If you were talking to someone else you probably would have answered “nothing” but this is Tsukki and there is no point lying to him.

“You were right,” you said without lifting your eyes from your shoes “On him”

Tsukki frowned. You didn’t have to say who he was. I knew you were talking about that stupid boy you liked. He had told you that he only spoke to you to ask for your assignments and your notes, not because he was interested in you. For once Tsukishima didn’t want to be right. He was not satisfied, how could he be when you were sad? I hated seeing that downcast expression on your face.

“He is an idiot”

“No more than me” you laughed at yourself.

You felt so silly. How come you didn’t see it before? Of course, most conversations ended with you giving him your assignments. But at least he used to bother to cover it up by talking to you about something else before asking you for a favor. Now directly he only asked you things.

You didn’t know what you expected. Nor was it that you knew him a long time, it was obvious that he could not fall in love with you so quickly.

“If you are an idiot”

“Okay, you didn’t have to be so direct” you muttered.

“Let me finish” he ordered taking you by the chin to make you look at him “You are an idiot for being bad for him. If he cannot see that you are more than a way to get his assignments then it is his problem because he is missing out on being with a great person ”

“Tsukki!” you screamed with a smile before hugging him.

Kei wasn’t a person to easily say compliments so that he was saying those words to you meant a lot to you. He had never said something like that to you before and hear him say that you were a great person made your chest feel warm again. You were sorry you hadn’t recorded it because you didn’t think you would soon hear another compliment from the blonde. But now you were happy and that was what mattered.

“Y / n, you’re drowning me” he murmured, glad it was dark because otherwise, you would be seeing how pink his cheeks were.

“I’m sorry Tsukki” you apologized and loosened your grip but still didn’t let go.

“You can’t be all the way home hugging me,” he complained even though he didn’t even bother trying to pull away.

“Yes I can”

“Okay, so I’m not giving strawberry cake. I was willing to share it because you were sad but now that you are better…

"Tsukki!” you complained and the boy hid a smile with his scarf.

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I Miss You | Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Summary:You are bad with feelings so you don’t know how to tell Tsukishima that you miss him.

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You miss Kei. You understood that the volleyball team had to train rigorously now that they were going to the nationals. You were more than proud and happy that your boyfriend now didn’t see volleyball only as a club and that he will start to enjoy the sport. But still, you couldn’t help but miss him.

Your problem had an easy solution: tell Tsukki how you feel. But you couldn’t. Not because you were afraid your boyfriend would reject you or make fun of you, but because you are terrible at expressing your feelings. You couldn’t even tell your parents that you loved them without feeling nervous, the same with your friends … You even had a hard time saying it via text message. But it was the only option you had because you weren’t going to interrupt your volleyball practice just to tell him that you missed him, where any of his teammates could easily listen to you.

So now you are debating texting your boyfriend. You can’t stop deleting and rewriting the same message over and over again.

“Kei, I know you are busy but I miss you and I would like to spend more time with you”

This was the moment. Now or never, if not later you would not cheer up so you pressed the send button. You let out a little cry before hiding your phone under your pillow.

You tried to reassure yourself that your boyfriend would read it later … until you heard a notification came through. You quickly picked up your phone to find that Kei answered you. You didn’t even read it, instead, you wrote back to it.

“You weren’t supposed to read it now. You should be training “

"We take a break, now tell me to keep talking about how you miss me”

This time you didn’t even bother to answer, you threw your phone away from you and hid your face in the pillow. Your silly head began to imagine Tsukki laughing at you or even worse than Tanaka or Nishinoya had stolen the blonde’s cell phone and read the message aloud You wanted to stop thinking about thousands of embarrassing scenarios so you decided to watch a movie.

Just when the end credits were playing listening to how the doorbell rang, you got up reluctantly and opened the door expecting to see one of your parents, it would not be the first time that someone forgot their keys, but to your surprise, you met Kei.

“K-Kei? What are you doing here?” you asked without leaving your amazement.

“For someone who says they miss her boyfriend, you don’t look happy”

“Of course I’m happy! I’m always happy to see you!” You yelled without thinking. When you realized what you said, you wanted to close the door and go back to hiding in your bed. But of course, Tsukishima did not leave you, she placed her foot to prevent you from closing, and reopened the door.

“Now you’re being rude and silly,” he said, trying hard not to smile at your embarrassed image. Was so cute that you were so nervous about saying nice things to him when they’d been dating for months.

“I’m sorry” you pouted, you ran to let him in the house

“I could forgive you if you make me strawberry shortcake.”

“Oh good, but I have to go buy the ingredients.”

You were about to leave but Tsukki took your hand and pulled you back so she could give you a short kiss. It didn’t matter how long it lasted, yet he still made your heart race.

“I was joking silly, I just came to see you”

“Oh”

“Oh” repeated the blond, mocking you.

“Thanks for coming, Kei” you hugged him and he kissed your forehead.

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a/n: This is a continuation of To Dismiss Affections. Sorry it took so long! I’ve been wanting to work on it but my laptop took forever to ship lol. Thanks for requesting @salty4tsukki​!

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It was simply a daily routine at this point. You had been walking with Tsukishima to his volleyball practice and watching since the beginning of the school year. There was absolutely no reason 

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous all of a sudden. It was simply a daily routine at this point; it had been since the beginning of the school year. So, why, you wondered, was it so hard to breathe right now? As you walked down the hall with Tsukishima after school, your backpack over his shoulder as usual, you couldn’t ignore the sweat accumulating on your palms. You tried to wipe the sweat away as discretely as you could, but it came back just as quickly. 

The silence surrounding the two of you was much more deafening than before. It used to be comfortable and usual, but now it made your stomach flutter with anxiety. What was so different about today? You glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye to see if he was feeling the same way you were at the moment. If he was, it didn’t show. The same indifferent expression sat on his face as it always did. 

“So where’s my jacket?” You nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden burst in the silence. Your breath catches in your throat for a moment. Shit. 

“Oh, uh… I accidentally left it at home…” You were so caught up in trying the ease the blush on your face and calm your beating heart that night that you had completely forgotten about the jacket he leant you. 

Tsukishima clicks his tongue at your response. “Typical.” He side eyes you for a moment. “Did you at least remember to study for that test today? I’d rather not have to tutor you again.” 

You gasp in mock offense as you quickly turn to face him. “I’ll have you know I would have done very well on that test even if I didn’t study!” Tsukishima doesn’t bother with a reply, only responding by pushing your face away from him. Before you have a chance to get your revenge, a voice pipes up behind you.

“Tsukishima! It’s not nice to shove your girlfriend!” 

Though this kind of teasing was nothing but routine at this point, your face flushed uncontrollably. Before yesterday, you were able to brush off such jokes and ignore the light flutter in your stomach. Tsukishima grimaces, turning to face Tanaka. “I thought I told you that she wasn’t my girlfriend,” he states coolly. Despite it being the truth, the swiftness of his denial brought a pang to your chest. You weren’t his girlfriend, so why were your feelings hurt? Why should he have any reaction other than his usual indifference?

As Tsukishima bickered with Tanaka, you found yourself doubting the possibility of Tsukishima returning your new found feelings. As you swam through the uncertainties, you found yourself drowning. “Ah!” you call out suddenly, “I totally forgot! My mom needs me home right after school. Sorry, Tsukishima. Looks like I won’t be able to watch your guys’ practice!” Without waiting for a reply, you quickly walk in the opposite direction. You toss a wave over your shoulder before disappearing around the corner. 

Maybe it was immature of you to sulk about the unrequited nature of your feelings, but that’s what you were going to do nonetheless. 

*~*~*

You hum to yourself as you click through Netflix aimlessly. After a bit of moping around, you were able to push Tsukishima to the back of your mind. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, curled up in your most comfortable pajamas. This was going to be a nice movie-filled night.

Or it was going to be until the doorbell rang.

You huff, checking your phone for the time. Who could possibly show up at your house right now? 

“Hel- Oh. Tsukishima.” He towers over you in the doorway. Under his gaze, you suddenly feel very conscious of your current choice of clothing. You shift awkwardly and avert your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed my jacket. We have a match tomorrow,” he states simply. 

“O-Oh! Right. Shit, sorry. I’ll go grab it. You can come in if you want.” He nods, stepping into the house and shutting the door behind him. Before he can say anything else, you quickly disappear into your room. You scour your room, finding the jacket neatly hung on the back of your desk chair. You pick it up, examining it closely. Was it too wrinkled? Would he be able to tell you slept in it? Oh, God. If he found out you slept in it, you would never hear the end of it. Or he’d be completely freaked out. And then he’d never talk to you again. What? No! Stop stop stop. Just give him the jacket.

As you go to return to Tsukishima, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in your room. Lord, your face is so red! Chill out, (Y/N)! Oh, God, your hairrrr. No time to fix it. He’s waiting. Plus it’d be weird if you fixed your hair. It’s not like you care.Ugh, yes you do. Gah! Just go give him the jacket!

You clear your throat as you return to Tsukishima, praying that your flustered appearance will go unnoticed. “Here ya go!” you cheerily declare, offering it to him. He gives you an odd look as he slowly takes it from you. Ah! His fingers brushed against yours! 

“You’re acting weird.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“You are. Very weird.”

“Pshh. As if. Why would I even be acting weird?” Would he just dropit? You wanted him to leave so you could forget this ever happened. But you also didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay and kiss you and- Pay attention, (Y/N)!

“Is it the jacket? Because you can’t keep it. I need it.” Before you even have the chance to rebuke his comment, he continues, “Unless you go to the game wearing it.”

You shoot up instantly to meet his gaze. “W-what?” 

He rolls his eyes annoyedly, looking away from you. “I’m just saying that the only way you can keep the jacket is if you come to the match tomorrow wearing it.”

You smile as you catch a tint of pink dusting his cheeks. “Is that your way of asking me to come tomorrow?” He glares at you. “Because if so, that’s stupid. I always come to your games,” you laugh. 

“Yeah, never mind. I’m taking that jacket.” He turns and reaches for the door.

“No, wait! I’m just kidding! Of course I’ll come.” You had grabbed his hand without thinking. You didn’t think such light teasing would scare him off so quickly. 

“Tch. You better.” He gently places the jacket back in your hands. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Match starts at eleven.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” He turns to leave again. “Oh, wait, Tsukishima!” As he sighs and looks back at you, you grin cheekily. You felt a sudden swell of confidence after witnessing his own coyness. “Did you only come over ‘cause you missed me?”

Before you have a chance to react, he leans over and quickly catches your lips with his own. Your heart leaps in your chest and all the blood in your body rushes to your face. You hardly have enough time to return the kiss before he’s pulling away. As you stutter, searching your mind for any kind of coherent thought, he gently flicks your forehead. You glare up at his fond smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, idiot.”