The Haikyuu Boys

With am SO Who Can Sing

Tsukishima Kei x GN reader; Oikawa Toru x GN reader; Nishinoya YU x GN reader

Warnings: fluff, maybe a swear word?

AN: This is an Anon request! Anon requested Tsukki but I’m adding Oiks and Noya because I can

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Tsukishima Kei

• The silent supporter
• Seriously we’ve all seen how Tsukki is with Yams and even Hinata at the end of Season 3
• Tell me he’s not supportive
• He might not show it in the public eye but he will encourage you all the time!
• You need to practice? He is there to listen
• You have a rehearsal for a concert? He sits and watches
• Concert? He’s there with flowers at the end!
• If you don’t sing professionally but more for fun, he totally turns off his music but keeps his headphones on
• Just to listen to you
• This man will encourage you even if your voice isn’t the greatest
• She he may tease you about not hitting a note
• But it drives you to keep going because his smile when you do hit that note
• worth all the pain
• If someone teases you about your singing, Tsukki will deal with it
• This man is a master at tearing people down with his sharp tongue
• “Funny that you make fun of my YN looking the way you do”- Tsukki
• “At least YN has talent unlike you”- Tsukki
• Will support whatever dreams you have
• Not matter if it’s professional singing or whatever
• Even if it’s just to get a part in the school musical
• Tsukki is all about it
• If you are insecure about your voice, he won’t push you
• He encourages you to sing when you are comfortable
• Secretly loves when you hum
• He wears his earphones but like he totally turns the music off the hear you
• Mans doesn’t need to be loud to be supportive
• Just being there for you is his way of showing support
• We adore this petty bby

Oikawa Toru

• Oikwaw Toru ‍♀️
• The competive yet supportive one
• What can I even say about this man
• First off, he probably challenges you to a singing contest
• Pls do it YN and then kick his butt
• He secretly loves your voice
• When you sing in the shower, he records it
• Not creepy I promise, it’s consensual
• He listens to the recording at night to help him fall asleep
• He’s supportive for sure
• But also like he hogs the spotlight
• He will show up to your concerts with the biggest bouquet of flowers
• “That’s my Baby!”- he will say, clapping extremely loudly and abnoxiously
• It’s how he shows his support YN let it be
• He tries to help you practice but he does not have a good singing voice
• Please he will bust out into song during volleyball practice and Iwa will throw a ball at him
• “Shut it loserkawa we want to hear YN sing”- Iwaizumi
• Please he will totally sulk but also it’s just for show
• He can’t let his imagine get ruined
• He’s so competitive istg
• Mans voice could shatter glass and he’d still argue that his voice was better
• Good luck with this one YN

Nishinoya Yu

• The hype beast
• Honestly you can’t even walk down a hallway without Noya asking you to sing for him
• “Please YN you have the voice of an angel”- Noya
• Literal heart eyes all the time when you sing
• He is front row anytime you grace us with your heavenly voice
• If someone talks, Noya’s got it handled
• “SHUT IT MY BEAUTIFUL YN IS SINGING”- Noya
• You don’t even bat an eyelash because you know this man
• He will request songs for you to sing
• Learn them for him and he will totally record them
• Has a Playlist of your singing
• Asks Daichi to play it during practice
• Daichi says “no”, Noya plays it anyways
• Literally will scream and shout when you finish singing
• He would probably jump on stage but thankfully security exist
• They exist because he already did jump on stage
• He would probably learn to play guitar or some instrument to accompany you
• You are his muse YN

—moon halo.

“Mh, what did you say?” he asks, shaking your bed violently, pounding deep into your hole - as if he can’t see you not wrecked by his own cock.

“Would you fancy for my likes to stop?” he asks again, non-chalantly, a deep growl in his rasping vocals, his breath just slightly, but unceremoniously ragged and his eyes fiery and oozing the heat he is using to melt you from inside. His cocky grin is a permanent feature of his face, but you can’t afford to be fooled. Not by him; not when any misstep would cost you your dignity, your mental peace, your pride. You certainly know that the only reason he is behaving confidently because his thick cock is making you moan your heart out, and tears are pooling right in the corner of the eye without your consent - as a reminder that being fucked by him is an honour, a privilege, a luxury you are privy to because for some fucking reason Tsukishima Kei decided that your pussy hugs him tight enough to have his breath hitched, and Kei loves that sensation just a bit more than he is willing to admit to himself.

You pussy is already clenching around Kei’s shaft, pulsating and making you feel lightheaded, but you try to resist what you know has been coming for a while; but you don’t want to give Kei the satisfaction of seeing you cum first, again, for the third time. But Kei isn’t just school smart, he is also one of the sharpest people you know, and the widening mocking curve of his lips tells you what his vocal chords don’t: he knows you are holding back.

Kei then lowers his head towards your ear, licking the outer shell, making your entire body you shiver, your toes curling for the amount of arousal wrecking through you body, your fists clenching the sheets - your nipples stiff and demanding, and his cock still pounding you in the way which will let itself be known the next day in your step, and the slow pace you lower yourself to your seat.

“It’s not like you to refrain,” Kei taunts evil and punishing, “don’t you want to cum?” And you’d like to answer that you do, you crave the sweet release and abandonment, the bliss of orgasm but you’re tight lipped and the yearning to close your eyes and scream is tempting you more each second. You dig your nails into his back instead and do your best to make your voice steadier than you’re sure it would sound if you were to talk right now: “I don’t see you coming either. You’re not satisfied enough?”

Clenching your pussy around him two times, quickly in a sequence, earns you a hiss - and a deeper thrust, a drill into your hips. “If you wanted to see, all you had to do was ask” Kei responds, and as soon as he is done talking you feel yourself emptied out, and Tsukishima Kei jerking himself off, white thick cum pooling on your stomach, with few drops spreading on your breasts and a single one, ending up right on your neck - warm. Now, it’s now a game anymore, just the ending of a day where the moon shines ove r your naked, dirty bodies, Kei fitting himself into your cunt once again, to finish the job. It takes a few thrusts, all of which you’re sure are calculated to the centimetre as all of them hit your G-spot with scary accuracy, and you’re rambling off to a forgotten God, blabbering non-sense, while Kei lets your ride your orgasm and goes to grab you a tissue instead.

“It wasn’t so bad to lower yourself to ask for something, wasn’t it?” Kei drawls, as he changes off his glasses and cleans your stomach from his own cum.

“One out of ten. Won’t do it again,” you answer him petty, because you’re not about to give Tsukishima Kei any more weapons than he already has against you.

“As long as you keep doing me, I can live with that,” Kei concludes, and you see his blonde hair tufts glowing in the moonlight, creating a halo around his head - making him look angelic for a split second. But you shake your head, and adjust yourself in order to rest for a few minutes, until your start to get wet again, as Kei’s fingers cross the foils of your sweet flesh, and his lips steal away another piece of you: as if what he has taken so far, was not enough. As if nothing you ever give him, is enough to satisfy his desires. Not now, not ever, not him.

© renaissansse, 2022. interactions are highly appreciated. please do not repost or copy my work.

Resentment and Ignorance

feat tsukishima!

tw: tsukki has a mental breakdown

ie. a tsundere actually showing emotion for once

many big kisses and humungous thank yous to the beautiful @aliensknowmyillusionsfor helping me with the ending<3

word count under cut- 852

loosely based on ‘Pierre’ from 'Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812’

As Tsukishima neared your house, he found himself practising his nervous habits more. He caught himself using his own fingers as fiddle toys, letting out a soft sigh before his knuckles gave three curt knocks on your door. After a moment of stillness, he tries again, silently begging for access. Defeatedly, he storms in, hesitant feet dragging him along the hallways which he knew so well. He rushes up the stairs urgently, navigating to the room in which he found most comfort in. Bursting in, he saw you sat atop your bed, staring at your phone as though it had just presented you bad with news. Cocking an eyebrow, he places a hand on his hip, sharp eyes boring into you.

You swiftly turn your head to face him, cheeks heating up at the speed of his heavy breathing and the butterflies which had erupted in your stomach after seeing him. No, you refused to feel such childish feelings. He had taken it too far, your resolve would never break. Petty as it may be, Tsukishima Kei was not deserving of your attention today.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he questioned accusingly, causing you to scoff and shake your head. That had sealed it- he couldn’t even recognise what he had done.

“Y/n? Really? When did you become so childish?!” he sneers down at you, acutely aware of the advantages which his height brings him, exaggerated by you being sat down. His broad and tall stature caused you to fault slightly, tone and words proving detrimental to your mindset right now.

“So first, you call me clingy, then you can’t take the hint to leave me alone?!” your sudden outburst had made him stumble backwards, features not shy of his taken aback nature. It was in his person to be mean to the people he wanted to keep closest, not knowing how to accept compliments and receive love, nor affection. He often found himself beating him up for it, and there wasn’t a day that passed by where he didn’t wish he could be more open about his feelings for people, especially for you.

He had become a pro at concealing his true feelings, his true feelings which were actually a lot more soft than he’d let on, a fact known only to his intimates.

“Its dawned on me that I can’t go on living as I am. I used to be better… I know it’s my fault that I let these situations get away from me, its just so hard sometimes. Right now, my friends fight and bleed in their own wars, and yet I stand idly by, abandoned to distraction. And everyday, I hate myself for it.” You couldn’t help the daunting shock that spills over your face.

“I hate not being able to show my emotions like a normal person. Why can’t I just be normal?” this was seemingly his breaking point, as his face seemed to almost soften, tears beginning to streak down his pale cheeks.

“Whycan’t I just emote normally, all I want is to be empty and stupid and contempt. I just want to be satisfied with my place, but it’s never enough, I’m never enough.” you were about to object, but he didn’t leave you any room. You sighed, supposing he needed this.

“Why can’t I be like merry, stupid little Hinata, wearing my emotions on my sleeve. Why do I have to be so different?!” by this point, his voice had raised a few notches, before he occupied the space on your bed next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

You turn your body to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing his face to the crook of your neck as to run your fingers deftly through his hair. You felt his tears wet you, but you brushed it off, debating what approach to use on the emotionally unstable tsundere.

“Tsukki I- … they struggle too. There is no normal way to emote, because there is no normal way to be. We’re all different, of course the way in which we showcase our feelings is gonna be a representation of that. Why can’t you just see that you being so different is what makes me love you?” you spoke so softly, and with his lack of reactions, you were afraid he hadn’t heard any of that at all. Yet slowly but surely, he begins to lift his head, posture which had been ruined in seek of your comfort fixing up a bit.

The meek and timid look on his face is one you will forever consider one of your favourites.

Tsukishima blinks at your declaration. You what? He didn’t even know how to comprehend that, he never thought he’d have a chance with someone like you. You were, well, you. And he was, to put it lightly, horrible. He blinks feverishly at you, eyes brimmed with hope.

You enjoyed that look, too. It made you feel strangely proud, with him gazing down at you as though you were his whole world.

In Tsukishima’s mind, it wasn’t far off.

“i’m blowing up the bathroom ”

*.*format ; text smau

*.*ft.Sakusa Kiyoomi, Tanaka Ryūnosuke, Tsukishima Kei, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kōshi Sugawara, Kuroo Tetsurō

*.*warning + genre ; none & crack

*.*a/n ; this prompt is weird i know, but idc :p

*.*ik the format of the texts are a little weird but it’s close enough LMAO

*.*taglist | taglist form

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warnings: smut, PWP, virgin!Tsukishima, soft!tsukki

word count: 1.5k

–smut below–

Curious eyes peered up at the glistening boy, sweat cascading down his perfectly sculpted jawline. He stared down at you, anticipation beaming out of his golden brown irises. A certain swirl twinged your stomach at the feeling his gaze gave you. The uncomfortable jolt caused a daring thought to pass by your mind. You glazed your bottom lip with your tongue, your palms providing slight pressure to his mid thigh as you providing a small catlike lick to the tip of his cock, the taste of his precum taking over your senses. Tsukishima mewled in pleasure, his head falling back slightly. The new feeling taking its precious time working through his body. Every nerve in his entire body shot off at once. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, your lashes barely concealing the intrigued look in your eyes. You tentatively repeated the action, wanting to burn the memory of how he looked in that moment. His hand jerked out in alarm, the feeling causing his body to move without thought. His fingers threaded through your h/c locks. Instinctively, his fingers tensed, curling your hair into his palms. You couldn’t help but release a tiny moan at the aggressiveness of his usually gentle fingers. His eyes widened slightly as he released your hair, looking down at you with panic in his eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, pulling his hand away from your body. You shook your head with a tiny smile.

“I liked it,” you assured him, taking his hand and placing it back on your head with a cheeky grin, “Do it harder if you want.” 

Tsukishima blushed madly at your words, “Don’t say that.” 

A teasing tone took over your words, “I’m just telling you the truth, love.” 

His face softened at his nickname, the warm glow of love flushing his body. Needy hands reached down to you, pulling you up into his lap. As he pulled you into a kiss, you wonder if his lips were made for you. As if there was no way it was a coincidence that his lips fit perfectly against yours. The tip of his thumb brushed softly against your cheek as he held your face, slowly pulling away from you. 

“I love you,” he whispered shyly. Despite his tone, his eyes stared straight into yours. 

“I love you with my whole heart,” you replied just as softly, kissing his lips once more, “and more.” 

His kisses progressively got rougher, the feeling of your body pressing so nicely against his causing his body to go into overdrive. You could feel his desperation through the tips of his fingertips as his hand that was resting against your hip dug into your feathery skin. You pulled away with one final kiss before trailing the tips of her fingernails down his chest. He watched you as you sunk to your knees before him. 

You pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of his cock, causing a shaky breath to exhale from his lips. Then, without giving him any time to adjust to the new feeling, you brought your lips down onto his cock. Your tongue swirled the tip, sucking lightly before slowly making your way down his length. His hand found another handful of your hair, sinful sounds barely muffled behind the hand covering his lips. Displeased with his attempt at hiding his beautiful noises, you release him from your mouth with a satisfying pop. 

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth,” you scolded him, grabbing hold of his hand and pulling it away from his face, “Please let me hear you.” 

He nodded bashfully, instead moving his hand down to the mattress. You smiled happily before turning your attention back to his cock. You didn’t waste a second before taking him back into your mouth. His grip tightened in your hair, accidentally yanking you down. You felt him hit the back of your throat. An unexpected gag broke out, the vibrations leading to another pleased moan to escape his lips. You grinned around him. You didn’t know it was possible to love a sound this much. 

Your lips began working up and down his cock, your tongue swirling intoxicatingly around it. Your pace quickened as Tsukishima moaned gruffly above you. 

“I-” he groaned desperately, barely holding himself together, “I wanna-” 

You knew what he wanted. Once again, you lifted your lips off his cock. The same satisfying pop sounding as he completely exited your mouth. Tsukishima pulled you up into his lap once more. 

“I need you baby,” he whined, greedy hands caressing your breasts. His thumb shot over your nipple, your mouth opened in a whine at the feeling. You lifted yourself onto your knees, hovering yourself over his cock. His hands gripped onto your hips tightly and you were almost sure he was going to leave bruises. 

You hope he left bruises. 

You wanted to be able to look at the imprint of his fingers in your flesh. Seeing his touches paralyzed on your skin… just thinking of it caused your legs to attempt to squeeze together. You eased yourself down onto him. His eyes shut, a blissful sigh leaving his lips. Your curious eyes watched his reactions, loving the way his body reacted against yours. 

A sinful moan left your lips at the feeling of him filling you up. Provocative whines echoed the room as you found yourself falling in love with the way his cock stretched your walls. When your eyes opened, you saw Tsukishima staring at you with wide eyes. The love that once surrounded his irises had morphed into a look of unadulterated hunger. He pulled you into him by his grip on your waist. If he didn’t leave bruises before, you were sure he did then. His lips met yours passionately, as if he was starving and you were a five course meal. 

“I love the feeling of you around me,” he whispered against your earlobe before dragging his teeth teasingly against it. You shuddered at the feeling, excitement erupting in your body once more. You slowly began grinding against him. As your hips fell back towards his and your walls stretched slowly around him, tiny moans dripped from your lips. However, Tsukishima wasn’t pleased with your small sounds. His fingertips dipped down to your wet core, rubbing slow circles around your swollen clit. A nearly animalistic moan rippled out of your throat at the sudden stimulation. His thumbs made slow circles around the nub as he watched you writhe in his lap. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” Tsukishima purred, his lips brushing sensually against your ear. Your nails dug into his satin-like skin. You shakily nodded your head, not too trusting of your voice. He tsked at your reply, “Use your words or I’ll stop.” 

A strained moan was elicited from your lips at his sudden confidence. He smiled at your disheveled expression, drinking in the way your body reacts against his. Feeling your body against his, feeling your nails digging into his shoulders in desperation for him… it became his favorite thing in the world. 

“More,” you whimpered, your head falling onto his shoulder. 

“Anything for my princess.” 

His arms wrapped around your waist, turning the two of you simultaneously. You weren’t sure of what he was doing at first, but when you felt the soft fabric of your bedsheets against your back you were pleasantly surprised. Tsukishima twisted one hand around the back of your knee, lifting it onto his shoulder to give him more access to you. He thrusted into you, going deeper than he had before. You felt the tip of his cock pressing against the perfect spot inside of you, drawing out a cry of pleasure. With each thrust, he massaged your walls with his length. 

Your fingers once again threaded between the soft hairs on the back of Tsukishima’s head, pulling his face towards you. Understanding your desires, he dipped his head down to your lips and swallowed your moans. His fingers abused your swollen clit, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“Kei,” you whimpered, barely able to hold back the waterfall feeling from crashing around you. 

“Cum for me, princess,” he guided you, his swollen lips placing sweet kisses on the nape of your neck. His gruff voice tipped you over the edge. Your head was thrown back in bliss as a symphony of cries and prayer like chants of his name filled the room as you clenched around him. Tsukishima crashed shortly after, the feeling of you tightening around him finally sending him over the edge. His thrusts came out sloppily as he attempted to ride out both of your highs. 

He looked down at your spent body, a look of adoration glistening in his eyes. Softly he pulled out of you, but a small whine was released at the feeling of his cock brushing against your sensitive regions once more. He cringed, an apologetic look in his eyes. He quickly tied the condom and threw it into the trash before joining you in the bed. Instinctively, your body fell into his. 

“I love you,” you whispered to him as you nuzzled your face into his neck. 

“I love you with my whole heart,” he replied just as before, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, “and more.” 

tsukishumai:

HQ boys + Obsessed with you

when they think about you… brain go brrrrr

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.

Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.

Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”

Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.

Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you

Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.

Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.

Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

rbs v appreciated! <3

wc: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*~*~*

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

Or it was going to be until the doorbell rang.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re acting weird.”

“Wha- No I’m not!”

“You are. Very weird.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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