#tsukishima scenarios
Okay so what good reason do they have to stare at each other during a team huddle?
those eyes are screaming “gomen tsukki” and they need not use any word for it
(Y/N)
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.
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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.
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Tsukishima might not reply to text messages :>
i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei
pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader
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!
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haikyuu boys trying to surprise you, but kinda failing
includes: tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou, kozume kenma
a/n: i hit 300 followers while i was on hiatus so i will start an event soon
cw: kuroo swears once
TSUKISHIMA
it was your birthday, and tsukishima wanted to make you a special breakfast to start of the day. the only problem was that he had estimated the time you were going to wake up incorrectly. he could hear your footsteps upstairs when making the waffles.
not knowing what to do he runs upstairs in the hopes of keeping you upstairs just a bit longer. “goodmorning.” - “goodmorning kei. you’re always up so early.” you give him a confused look when you notice him blocking your way to the stairs.
“is there something downstairs?” - “just go back to bed, i have to do something important downstairs.” he says before running off to the kitchen, leaving you behind in the bedroom. “that was … weird?” you mutter to yourself. even though you didn’t know what to do you decided to listen to him and wait for him.
KUROO
planning a surprise party wasn’t such a difficult thing to do, as long as you get the timing right. kuroo had thought out everything and was decorating the house, it was only halfway through the decorating that he heard the notification sound he had set for your number.
shift ended earlier, i’m heading home now :)
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he exclaimed out loud as he frantically tried to call the people he had invited. he needed some extra hands to help him out. he even got bokuto to talk to you on your way back home so you’d take longer.
they’re leaving now you better be done with decorating !!!!
“bokuto says they’re leaving.” kenma reads from his phone. “COME HELP ME OUT KENMA!” - “jeez, i shouldn’t have left my house.”
KENMA
organizing something in secret was not something that kenma liked to do. he didnt like being all sneaky and hiding stuff from his s/o. it was yamamoto who convinced him to “step out of his comfort zone”. and now he was stuck in a disastrous situation.
he had bought you this sweater you had wanted for a long time, but the package hadn’t arrived. so now he didn’t have a present for your birthday. buying you another present wasn’t an option because, what was he supposed to buy?
the time was ticking and you could be arriving at the cafe at any moment. it was until he saw a notification pop up on his phone.
There is someone at your door.
the video doorbell displayed the mailman pressing the doorbell. he left as fast he could and texted you that he would be just a little bit later.
you look up from your desk and scan around the classroom. it wouldn’t hurt to just look at him for a second, right? your eyes quickly look over at where tsukishimais sitting. your eyes meet his and you have never looked away as fast as you just did. taking a moment to calm down you realise one thing; he was looking at you as well
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!!)
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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.
