What about when the Miya twins say this position,angle,this timing,this speed is perfect and attack, hinata and kageyaman are on the block and do not move once when they are on the block within 0.1 seconds?
Hey y’all, it’s like 3am and I’m having a bit of a rough lil ride with my ✨trauma✨ and wrote this to calm myself down while I’m alone with my thoughts. I think it could maybe help some of you out there.
WARNING! This entire post is about sexual assault and how some of Karasuno would react to you telling them what happened.
If you have gone through this please remember it’s not your fault. It never was and it never will be.
Suga finds out after he notices you going through an especially rough day. The memories get too much so you end up telling him everything. Suga asks if he can touch you and when granted permission, pulls you in to a hug and doesn’t let go. He puts his whole heart into holding you and tries everything he can to make you feel safe again.
Tanaka gets angry. Not at you, at the person who did it. He gets so angry that he cries and punches a wall. He curses to himself about how he wishes he could have been there to help you.
Hinata doesn’t know what to do, he starts shaking in a mixture of anger and heartache. He refuses to cry but tears still slip from his eyes as he tries to come up with ways to comfort you.
Kageyama goes completely silent, his head down and staring at the floor. You feel scared at first, regretting telling him, thinking he’s mad at you. But he looks back up, eyes red and cheeks stained with tears. He wipes his tears with his sleeve and hugs you.
Nishinoya sits, shaking his head. Not wanting to even think about anything bad happening to you. He immediately asks for the name of who did it and swears to you that not just him but the whole team will make sure to hurt them just as bad as they hurt you.
Hey, take a bit of a breather before you keep reading. Have a sip of water and take a deep breath.
Asahi uses all of his strength to hold back his tears. He feels a massive lump in his throat that limits his breathing. He holds your hand and does the thumb stroke thingy. He reminds you that “you’re never alone”, “it’s not your fault”, “it’s okay to be upset”
Daichi freezes up. His fingers curl into a fist and he clenches his jaw. Yet, he sets aside his anger to comfort you. He says nothing, just holds you close to him and lets you speak for as long as you need to. You rest your head on his shoulder.
Tsukki doesn’t know how to react. He feels an unusual need to protect you. He doesn’t hesitate to express his disgust that someone could sink so low as to hurting you, especially in that way. He sits with you and listens to music to help calm you.
You could almost see Yams heart crack in half. He stays silent for a moment, catching his breath as your story seemed to leave him as a loss for air. He can’t help but apologise for anything and everything. He holds your hands and presses his forehead to them. You feel tears drip onto your wrist.
Kiyoko holds you the entire time you tell her what happened, she rubs up and down your arm and rests her head on yours. She asks very few questions. She very quietly cries and hopes you don’t notice because she doesn’t want to upset you more.
Yachi the poor baby can’t fully comprehend it. In slight denial that someone could do something so awful. She offers to go with you if you decide to report it. She wants to make all of your pain go away but it kills her that she can’t do it.
Gotta sprinkle a little angst here and there I guess. For real though I hope all of you are okay. I’m sorry if this post has made you go through some rough feelings, I know I certainly cried a lot while writing this. I’m sending all my love to you <3 I’m willing to write more of these if you guys have any comfort characters that you’d like some support from. Once again, it’s not your fault. I urge you to please tell someone or speak with a hotline if you are struggling.
a/n: if you don’t know what this trend is, it’s basically just someone getting on their knees and acting like they’re about to give their partner head but not lol
- you and tsukishima have the kind of friendship that has everyone around you thinking you’re dating
- always teasing each other, play fighting, “fake” flirting
- it’s pretty obvious that you two have a thing for each other
- well pretty obvious to everyone but you two
- one day you invite him over to just hang out while your parents are away for a little
- he responds to your text with “the only way i’m coming over is if you give me head. wouldn’t come over otherwise.”
- and you respond with “obviously. why else would i ask?”
- that was the way you two joked with each other ALL the time
- some people think it’s strange, but it works for you guys which is all that matters
- although this time you wanted to mess with him extra
- he gets to your house within the next five minutes, the two of you living in walking distance of each other
- as soon as he rings the doorbell, you open the door, get on your knees, and tie your hair up
- and he FREAKS
- “Y/N!!! YOUR FRONT DOOR IS WIDE OPEN! EVERYONE CAN SEE!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he yelps as he quickly enters your house and slams the door shut.
- you laugh hysterically at his reaction
- “you did not actually think i would suck you off in front of all my neighbors did you? my god tsukishima, that reaction was priceless.” you cackle
- he turns bright red and scoffs at you in return, crossing his arms in frustration
- “i’m sorry, i just saw the opportunity and took it.” you apologize
- “no that was good. i’ll admit, you got me.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat.
- “you? admitting defeat? hm, maybe i will actually give you head.”
- before he can respond, you’re on your knees again. and this time, it isn’t a joke.
kageyama
- you and kageyama have only been dating for all of one week
- a very fresh and new relationship where you are still getting to know each other
- you were at his house, laying on his chest as the two of you were sprawled out on his couch
- you were watching tiktoks on your phone while he was scrolling through twitter on his, when a video popped up on your for you page that gave you an idea
- kageyama is a bit awkward and gets flustered easily, whether he wants to admit it or not
- so you knew this little trick would be fun
- you wriggled yourself out of his embrace and got on your knees in front of him
- his eyes were glued on you, wondering what you were up to
- “what are you doing?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow
- he sits up so now you’re positioned perfectly in between his legs
- “what does it look like i’m doing?” you respond as you begin tying your hair back
- “i-i, i uh, i don’t know. that’s why i asked.” he stutters, already getting flustered.
- you place your hands on his legs before moving down, his breath hitching
- then you swiftly let go and look under the couch and pick up the dollar you had conveniently placed there for this prank
- “looking for this, duh.” you say, waving the dollar around
- “oh god.” he sighs before burying his face in his hands.
- “i can’t believe i fell for that.” he mumbles into his hands
- “should’ve seen how eager you looked.” you chuckle lightly
- he removes his face from his hands and reveals a very flushed and embarrassed looking kageyama
- “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” you tease
- “shut. up.” he groans
daichi
- you guys are at your house baking cookies
- you know, just cute couple things
- but you’re extremely clumsy
- so of course you accidentally drop the ball of dough you were rolling
- “shit!” you groan before bending down to pick up the dropped dough
- but as you were reaching for it, you got an idea
- you dropped down to your knees with daichi hovering above you
- “i can’t believe you really just dropped the whole ball of- oh?” daichi was laughing so hard at your clumsiness, he hadn’t even noticed your current position
- on your knees and looking up at him with what he called “sexy eyes” which are the eyes you give him whenever you want sexy time
- “oh yeah? so we’re doing that now? shouldn’t we finish the cookies first princess?” he says as he runs his fingers through your hair before lightly caressing the side of your face and lifting your chin up slightly
- that alone makes you want to forget the whole prank and give in, but you really want to see his reaction
- “yeah, that’s what i planned on doing?” you say as you pick up the fallen dough and stand up to go throw it away “why? what’d you think i was doing?” you finish
- daichi’s mouth goes agape in a small ‘o’ before he clenches it shut and frowns at you
- “oh, you’re gonna get punished for that later princess.” he huffs at you as he continues rolling balls of cookie dough
- “can’t wait.” you smirk
asahi
- asahi is always a giver in terms of sexual favors in your guys’ relationship
- he always makes sure to please you and make sure you feel good
- but whenever you return the favor, he gets all shy about it
- something about using your pretty little mouth is just overwhelmingly pleasurable for him
- and he’s embarrassed about how quickly it gets him off
- so it’s difficult to get him to allow you to even do it
- “asahi, pleaseee let me give you a blowjob.”
- “no baby, i don’t need one right now.”
- “but i wanna give you one.”
- “not today.”
- ‘not today,’ that’s how most of the conversations about this topic ended so you gave up trying for awhile
- until a tiktok sparked something in you that is
- you ask asahi to shower with you one morning and of course he says yes
- you guys start by actually showering
- you gently lather yourself using your loofa before “accidentally” dropping it
- you kneel to pick it up before being met face to face with asahi’s “special area”
- you look from him, to it, then back up to him again
- he’s watching you nervously, all of him wanting you to just take it despite how embarrassingly quick he knew he would finish
- but instead you just pick up the loofa and stand up, now looking at his normal head rather than his smaller one
- “oh.” he sighs before gulping lightly
- “what?” you ask
- “i though you were gonna-”
- “would you have let me?” you question
- “i would have actually.” he admits shyly
- “hm, let me continue then.” you smirk before going back down and glancing up at him
- he gives you a cute little smile before you do your deed
It was past 6pm and I’m still cramming to finish my reviewer because I was too occupied on drawing him, and my pinky is starting to hurt.
“Hey!” The librarian called, “The library is closing in 15 minutes.”
“Y-Yes! I’ll finish as soon as possible!”
The last letter was written on her notes. Whoo! I’m done! I quickly gathered my notebooks and pencils in my bag, returned the borrowed books, and did a little stretch. Then, I caught sight of something under the table. It was a yellow gampus notebook.
I picked it up and turned the pages where I was greeted by clean and decent handwriting. It was a little bland but everything was kept simple. All the notes are fairly organized with a proper writing format and different colored pens on each page, far from my notes that are full of highlighters and drawings. The back was clean too, but a name was written there.
“Tsukishima… Hotaru?* No, this is Tsukishima Kei!”
Realizing who’s notebook is this, I looked left and right, hoping a sign that he’ll come back for this, but it was already 35 minutes since he left the library, and the librarian was preparing to close the building! I ran out of the library to avoid being accidentally locked up inside.
“He doesn’t seem the one to always leave things accidentally but here’s his notebook! What am I supposed to do with this?” I sighed and contemplated while walking away from the library.
Did he not check his things right after he got home?! That’s stupid! Should I wait for him to come back? No, it’s cold and it doesn’t seem like he’ll realize he left his notebook any sooner. So, what do I do?
Eh, what am I thinking? It’s just a notebook and it’s not my business, might as well leave this in lost and found but the whole building is closed now and the guards are out for dinner. It won’t hurt to not do anything, right? I have my own circumstances to take care of. Besides, I barely know him. He’s just a stranger but I’m sure he’ll be fine. He isn’t stupid and he’s a diligent student at that, so maybe he doesn’t need this. He memorized everything he needs to know for his exams in one sitting. Yes, that’s possible…
“OF COURSE NOT, WHO THE HECK DOES THAT?!” I blurted out in the middle of a quiet street where everyone looked at me, “S-Sorry…”
“Wait, exams… Didn’t he mention that he’s taking entrance examinations in Karasuno?” My eyes widened.
Oh, shoot.
I panicked in his stead. This notebook must be his reviewer and he’s about to take a test without reviewing this! That’s a disaster! And I have no idea when is that! His exams could be in 3 days from now, maybe next week. He could go back here if that’s the case, but what if it’s scheduled tomorrow? Especially tomorrow morning?! He and I won’t make it!
He definitely needs this! Why the hell am I the one getting stressed?!
I don’t know where exactly he lives, but I followed him on his way home once, so I figured out that we must be in the same neighborhood. I checked at the nameplates of the houses and went a little far from my address but no one bears the surname Tsukishima. I might’ve missed some areas that are particularly dark and unfamiliar. It’s hard to search when the only source of light is the moon and a couple of street lamps.
I was about to turn left but I saw seven stray dogs glaring at me and slowly walking towards me. Terrified, I walked backward and tried to shoo them away but they snarled, “Hey, e-easy… I-I’ll go home so please stay there and be a good boy…”
The dogs didn’t listen and barked at me, so I shrieked, “P-PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!” I picked up a pebble, threw it at them, and ran away. Their barks became louder and I heard a number chasing me! Do I look that suspicious that they want to tear me apart?!
I managed to sprint back to my house in one piece after I shut the door. It was really scary and I was breathless. I leaned on the door and let my body fall to the floor. I’m sorry, Tsukishima. I wasn’t able to give this notebook to you right away.
The more that I think that his entrance exams maybe tomorrow, the more I got worried. If I were the one who left my reviewer and the tests are tomorrow, I’ll scan my remaining books and rely on stock knowledge while drowning in panic all night, and I doubt I’ll be able to answer properly once the papers are in front of me. What a horrible situation.
I’ll look for his house tomorrow early in the morning in case his exams start somewhere between 8-10 am. Hopefully, I’ll find it quickly.
— The next morning, 6:00 am —
I barely got any sleep last night because my brain is flooded with thoughts of failing entrance exams. I hate that my mind’s specialty is overthinking.
I combed my hair, dressed up, and went out to look for Tsukishima’s residence. After 15 minutes, I found his place that was situated on the left street 3 blocks away from my house. There was a huge sakura tree in front of it. If only those rabid dogs didn’t get in my way yesterday!
The door opened after I knocked thrice. It revealed a tall, blonde male, but it wasn’t Tsukishima, but he looks like Tsukishima, though an older one.
I bowed and greeted, “G-Good morning! Is Tsukishima Kei here?”
“Kei?” He looked to his left, “Kei! Someone is looking for you!” He looked back at me and smiled, “Good morning too. I didn’t know Kei has female friends.”
“I’m not exactly his friend… more like an acquaintance. I’m sorry to disturb you so early, I’m here to return something from him.”
“Don’t worry, it’s no trouble at all.”
“Who’s that?” A familiar voice approached.
“An acquaintance of yours. Have a good day, miss!” I smiled at him as he went back inside.
Another figure loomed in front of me. There he is, thoroughly questioning my presence. “What are you doing here?”
“Uhm, so, first of all, good morning to you. Secondly, please don’t look at me like I’m some sort of vermin.”
“I didn’t do such a thing.”
“Yeah, whatever. I’m here to give you your reviewer. You left it in the library and you didn’t even realize it right away. You didn’t check your things?” I handed him the notebook.
“I was sure I had everything with me, so I didn’t bother to check. Are you sure you didn’t secretly take it from me?” He said while turning the notes’ pages.
I gasped, a little offended, “I went through the trouble of looking for your house in the dark last night and this morning when I could’ve left it in the library and you tell me that! You’re cruel!”
“I was kidding.”
“That wasn’t a joke.”
…
“I was wondering why didn’t you just leave it there,” Tsukishima said.
“I WAS WORRIED.”
“Worried?”
“Aren’t you taking entrance exams? I don’t know when is that, and I was thinking that maybe it’s tomorrow AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR REVIEWER. That dilemma sucks. I’d be a nervous wreck if that happened to me, but I have no idea when it comes to you.”
“I see. But if it was me who found your notebook, I won’t bother to find your house, and I’ll leave it in the lost and found area.”
“I mean, I get it, that’d be reasonable. I am just an embodiment of kindness~”
…
“Now what I said is a joke.”
He let out a sarcastic remark “Indeed. I am cackling very loudly. ha ha ha.”
I sighed and I saw what was he wearing, “You’re dressed for the morning. Wait, were you going to the library?”
“Yes, until you showed up at the door with the reviewer. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. So when’re your exams?”
“Next week. Wednesday.”
“Oh.”
“What is it?”
“It’s the same day as mine too. Looks like I was worried for nothing. I have to go now, have a good day!”
“Yeah. Bye.”
“Byeee!”
I skipped my way out of their yard and went home. I was relieved. I’m glad to be of help and it leaves a great feeling.
I spent the next days reviewing for the tests that are particularly hard because this is Shiratorizawa we are talking about. Tsukishima and I still met and talked for a bit whenever we visit the library to review a couple of times.
The fateful day has come. The day where my future is decided, the day where I figure out if I’m worthy of continuing my high school education or if I’m destined to live in the streets— I slapped my cheeks for having such an overreacting monologue, and to slap back the focus in my brain. I’ll have to remember things and formulas.
I was memorizing vocabulary while walking to the school, not minding the people who could hear me murmuring to myself. It was pretty early but there were a number of students walking around me. It wasn’t rainy today but for some reason, there was a shadow behind me…
I turned around and recognized the person towering right away, “YOU!”
Tsukishima was wearing a headset in his ears, but my voice was loud enough for him to notice me. He took off the one in his right ear. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Good morning!” I smiled at him.
He reluctantly replied, “Good morning.”
There was nothing but silence between us while walking. I kept on memorizing and he continued to listen to music since there was really nothing to talk about. We’re nearing the road that’ll separate our ways.
“Tsukishima-san.”
“What?”
“Good luck with your tests.”
“Hm. Good luck to you too.”
“Thank you.”
“Because you might fail.” He snickered.
“Why would you say that, I reviewed enough!” I frowned.
“You never know that.”
“Then, if I happen to fail, I’ll go to Karasuno instead.”
“Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to put up with the likes of you.”
“Likes of me?”
“Klutz.”
“Oh, klutz. Says the one who left his reviewer in the library days ago.”
“You’re the person who kicked a ball to my face and shattered my glasses, that doesn’t compare to what you did. The memory still irritates me.”
“I apologized and paid for it!”
“As you should. Because I will sue you if you didn’t.”
“Fine, I can be super clumsly, but I’m doing my best to do things properly. Besides, you don’t seem to be the one who always leave your things behind, I’m sorry for trying to call you one.”
He looked at me before speaking, “I’m surprised you know how to judge people right.”
“Not every time.” I paused, “This is sudden, but can I…”
I hesitated as I realized it was embarrassing to ask for it.
“You know what, nevermind.
"Tsukishima narrowed his eyes, "What was that?”
“It was nothing… I was just wondering if you’ll give me your number if I asked for it.”
“Did you think that I’ll give it to you?”
“That’s why I hesitated, I have no reason to get your number, except that if you happen to forget your notebook in the library again, it’ll be easier for me to contact you.”
“Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen again.”
“Right…” I brought out my phone, “Will you take my number even if you have no reason to take it?”
“No.” He replied, but I felt my phone slip out of my hand.
“Hey! I thought you won’t give it to me?”
“I didn’t say that. You’re one of the few people who asked for my number, so it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you. I’ll block you if you send me nonsense messages.”
My eyes sparkled, “Thank you!”
I got my phone back and tucked it back to my pocket after I saw his name.
“I’ll go this way now, good luck to your tests again!” I waved at him and went to the left road.
He nodded and went to the other direction.
And thus, the entrance exams begin.
—
Random Tsukishima Kei fact:*The character for his name (蛍) means firefly and can be read as either Hotaru or Kei, which is the reason why Tsukishima’s concern is dealing with people who asks about how the character of his first name is read.
sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn’t fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that’s what he told himself. But then, he couldn’t believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn’t get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.
genre: fanfiction, fluff
wc: 2.6k
She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.
“Oh, the midget stalker is here.”
“You again?! Seriously, I think it’s you who’s following me!”
“Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?” He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.
(Y/N)’s eyebrows creased further in irritation. “Why do you keep mentioning my height?!”
“It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you’re in a library?”
She didn’t retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who’s associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.
“What?” (Y/N) frowned.
“Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?” He sighed, pulling out the chair.
“Because all of the tables here are taken? If you’re worried about your glasses being knocked off, don’t worry, I won’t do anything reckless anymore.”
“That’s a nice reassurance,” He settled down and brought out his studying materials.
Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.
“Hey.” (Y/N) reluctantly said.
The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he’s being called, “What?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt your business but… do you have a spare pen?”
He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.
(Y/N)’s mentally gritted her teeth. I’m just going to borrow a pen and he’s making it hard for me?!
Swallowing her pride, she said, “Look, I need to finish my notes. I’ll return it to you right away when I’m done. I promise. Please?”
He scoffed as brought out a pen, “An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise.”
A puppy?! “You didn’t need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks.”
She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she’s interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won’t cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.
She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won’t notice what she’s doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.
She would observe the four-eyed guy who’s busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk’s face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn’t know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.
The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can’t believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don’t mind, (Y/N). I’m only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it’s not like I haven’t done this to other people before…
She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it’ll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she’s doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes’ folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.
“What is it?” He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.
(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn’t like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn’t argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn’t know his name.
“Uhm… nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name.” While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.
“I have, but why would I mention it to you?” He cooly replied.
“It’s alright. I’m not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?” (Y/N) countered.
He silently turned a page before answering, “Well, it’s not like we’ll meet every day.”
“Oh,” was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.
“Tsukishima Kei.”
(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. “I’m not going to repeat it.” He added.
She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. “Can you tell me how it is written?”
He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.
“I’m (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san.” She’d like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he’d only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.
Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.
With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it’s only a sketch so she won’t have to suffer. Although she doesn’t know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she’s doing so she’s still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn’t used for a long time too.
“Uhh, can I ask something?” She started.
“Hm?” He responded without taking his eyes off the page.
“What school are you from?”
“Amemaru Middle School.”
(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, “Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all.”
“Not really,” Tsukishima closed the book, “I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge.”
“Decent grades, huh… you look like you could achieve more though. I’m pretty sure you’ll ace it.” She answered, “I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I’m taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon.”
“You’re going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don’t look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there.”
“Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there’s such a hierarchy?” (Y/N) chuckled.
“There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power.”
“In the end, they’re still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those ‘mere humans’ you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank.”
Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, “Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you’re an elite. You’re clearly not.”
“Are you underestimating me?” She challenged.
“No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?”
“What?”
“Why are you suddenly talkative?”
She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, “Me? Talkative? I’m always like this.”
“Really?” He raised his brows, totally not buying it.
“Ugh, fine! I’m tired of studying!” She sighed, “I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I’m bored so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills.”
“Your social skills are not bad. I’m just thankful you aren’t using the precious ink of my pen for drawing.” He said, stacking the books he used.
She gasped, panicked inside, “You aren’t looking at my drawing, are you?”
He got up to return the books,“Don’t worry, it’s none of my business.”
She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.
“Do you ever get tired of studying?”
“Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything.”
“What a diligent student you are.”
“I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time.”
“Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?” (Y/N) complained.
Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa’s board exam. “I couldn’t argue with that, I’d rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don’t have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that’ll be a different perspective.”
“No, thanks, I won’t eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don’t really entertain me.”
“Then, what do you do?” He asked, writing on his notes.
“Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime.”
He let out an amused hum, “How about you? What do you do other than to study?” (Y/N) asked.
“I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books.”
“Volleyball? So that’s what your height is for! I thought it’s just for cleaning and reaching high places.”
“That’s rude.”
“If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don’t want to make wrong assumptions.”
“You just did.”
“…right. I’m sorry.”
The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)’s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.
“I HAD met you somewhere… before that accident, where did I see you?”
He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, “Shh, I’m thinking.”
He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS… She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.
“Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?”
“I was! Wait, you remember?”
“That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi.” He confirmed.
“Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that’s why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!”
“How am I annoying you? Aren’t you the one who kept on talking right now?”
“I’ve figured out that there’s no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn’t have a chance to score properly.” She pouted.
“What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes.”
“You could’ve gone easy on them.”
“The game would lose it’s sense if that’s the case.”
“Fine. You’re not wrong.” Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She’d like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.
“So, you’ve finally decided to continue to study?” Tsukishima prodded.
She smiled, “I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop.”
Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.
“You’re going home?”
“I don’t want to come home late. You aren’t finished with your notes yet?”
“Yeah, maybe I’ll leave five minutes before six.”
“Alright. I’ll get going now.” He swung his bag over his shoulder.
“Hey, wait! Your pen!” (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.
“I don’t need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink.”
“But it’s yours and you told me to keep my promise!”
“Whatever. Keep it or throw it.” He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.
She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.
Random Tsukishima Kei facts:
In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he’s a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, “Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!
