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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A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m back to my same old spiel of “it’s been a while” and “I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in (insert time) days!” Truth is, I just haven’t had the time to write like I know some of y’all haven’t had the time to read. However, I’m happy to be back, even if it is just for this one post. I hope y’all are doing good, and enjoy!

Word count: 1005

Bokuto Koutarou: 

• While his falling asleep on you is usually an accident (considering it’s much easier to admire you while he’s awake), he certainly always makes the best of the situation. 
• He nods off and his head slumps to your shoulder and instinctively you want to push him away because you just know him drooling is an inevitability but, no, a sleeping Bokuto is an adorable Bokuto.
• He mumbles in his sleep. You’ve learned that from experience.

• Black and white hairs tickle your neck but you don’t dare to scratch partly because one of his arms is already wrapped around you locking your own against your sides and partly because waking him would be a crime upon nature. 
• It only tickles for a few moments anyway because in a matter of seconds he’s curling in deeper, snuggling his forehead against your throat while his legs clamber into your lap.
• It’s awkward. It’s hot. It’s not quite a boyfriend cuddling his girlfriend and more so a koala straddling a tree branch. 
• But it’s a classic Bokuto cuddle-bordering-on-suffocation situation so you settle in for what will be an awkward, hot bus ride. 
• And eventually you lean your head on his and fall asleep because, eh, why not.
• Konoha totally has pictures that he sells to Bokuto later

Tsukishima Kei: 

• More often than not, when Tsukishima Kei falls asleep on the bus, he goes full turtle. 
• Blond head perched back on the top of the bus seat, headphones around his neck while his mouth hangs open in a soundless snore. This dude is usually conked. 
• (He’s learned to sit near the front of the bus lest he risk another session of “What can Kageyama and Tanaka throw into Tsukishima’s mouth?”)
• So when his head lolls to the side and rests ever so delicately on the edge of your shoulder, you freeze like a deer in headlights. 
• This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so don’t you dare screw it up. 
• However… his glasses press really hard into the bony part of your shoulder. 
• At first, you try to suffer through the pain, taking timed, measured breaths in through the nose and out through the mouth. 
• Then you contemplate humming to distract yourself, but you drop that strategy the instant he twitches on your first note. 
• It’s too much. Come on, there’s no way there isn’t a bruise there by now!
• The constant digging of plastic into your bone is insufferable at this point. You needed to eradicate the problem if this rare event was to continue.
• You inch your right hand up ever so slowly, keeping your breathing steady so as to not frighten the flighty creature resting upon you. 
• You turn your head just a touch and your chin brushes the hair atop his head, but he doesn’t disturb one bit at the slight tousle–thank God.
• With two pinching fingers you grab the frames and remove them with the delicate touch of butterfly wings. 
• Almost there… almost… have them…
• Then Tsukishima stirs. 
• “Screw it.” You yank the glasses away and drop them into your lap before returning your hand to the side of his face. 
• “YN, what are you-” he cuts off in a grunt as you shove his head back onto your shoulder. 
• “Shhhh.”
• “YN.” His voice is muffled from his face being smushed into your shirt.
• “Shhhh. Don’t ruin it.”
• “YN-”
• “Escape is futile.” You pat his cheek as the rest of his body squirms like a fish caught in a net. “Accept your fate, Tsukki.”

Iwaizumi Hajime: 

• Sticky. Sweaty. Warm. 
• You have no doubt that as soon as Iwaizumi wakes up, you will have to peel your shirt from his face like a sticker. 
• But you figure he deserves the rest. He played a great game and is understandably worn out. 
• And you’d be damned if you didn’t want to play pillow for him from time to time. 
• No, he’s not your boyfriend, but you certainly wish he was. 
• One of his hands fell onto your thigh the second he drifted off and your own hovers over it, an eagle waiting to land. 
• God, he’s so warm. Like a personal heater. The bus was pretty cold too considering Iwaizumi had the bright idea of leaving your seat’s window open for whatever reason. 
• The first time you complained about the cold, he offered you his jacket. However, two seconds after his offer your cheeks were burning enough to warm the rest of your body so refused. 
• And now here you were, almost losing consciousness yourself on account of how comfortable you’d grown in this position. 
• A nap… surely a nap wouldn’t hurt. 
• Today’s game had asked for a five a.m. arrival at the school, one seven hour bus ride down to the opponent, and one returning. It was understandable that you were exhausted yourself. 
• The eagle landed and your drooping eyes slipped closed. Iwaizumi’s hair–so soft–felt like the perfect cushion as you slipped into warm, deep sleep. 
• The soft pressure on Iwaizumi’s head allowed for a small smile to grow on his face. 
• Fucking finally.
• Just one eye peered open and though he couldn’t see much, your hand resting flat on his just so happened to be the perfect sight. 
• He waited until your breathing truly evened out before moving, slowly flipping his hand palm up and intertwining your fingers between his. 
• His eyes began to blur once more and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before giving in to the tiredness completely, grinning at the soft sigh you released. 
• Yes. Finally.