Tsukishima X Reader -just One Day

tsukishima x reader - “just one day”

genre: angst

word count: 1982

warnings: ending that is kind of open for interpretation ; some implications

under the cover of the moonlight that bears his name, tsukishima kei denies the sordid idea of love. the silence of the dimly lit park accepted his claim without much of an argument. it was unlike him to stay up this late for such a trifling matter but the vivid memory of yamaguchi's bright smile as he held his lover's hand was quite frankly, disgusting. he finds the thought of relying on someone to bring you joy and a sense of validation stupid. whoever thought that a bunch of neurochemicals rushing through your bloodstream was a beautiful fantasy was a deranged idiot. whoever dumb enough to allow someone inside their most vulnerable walls— dumb enough to trust blindly— deserves every ounce of the inevitable heartache that comes after the wonder of a new experience wears off.

in between his heavy sighs and muffled mumbles courtesy of his half thrown knitted scarf, he paused his steps. he eyed the sight before him oddly. a student right about his age, wearing clothes far too thin for the cool evening breeze, was curled up by the curb of the road. here was another idiot, he mused as he turned up the music blasting through his headphones, just about ready to move past the stranger's form and go back to his rightful place in his bedroom. just about if not for his eyes catching sight of a mewling cat and her baby kittens being sheltered by a worn-out brown coat.

"how long do you intend to stand there?"

he didn't know why but there was a sense of fragility, a tantalizing pull in the smooth way the words traveled to him, despite being barely recognizable in contrast to his music, that coaxed him to pull down his headphones and approach your slouched form.

"you look like a creep, sitting there in the dead of the night."

"probably but you aren't in any place to say that to me."

tsukishima bit back the insult that threatened to come out of his mouth as soon as he felt the lingering taste of it on his mouth. not because he didn't want to offend you, gods no, it's because to battle an inarguable fact with a sloppy insult was synonymous with admitting defeat which was preposterous enough on its own. you weren't even doing anything and yet you were shaking the foundations of his being, getting under his skin and challenging him into some one-sided competition that backed him up against a wall.

"if you were to be born as something else in your next life, what would it be?"

what kind of question was that? tsukishima never thought about the future, much less the baseless belief that something comes after death. he was not religious, often choosing to side with science and things within the reach of reasonable facts.

"i'd be who i am, i guess."

"what a boring answer."

tsukishima scoffed, "and you're any better? pray tell, what might be so interesting that you would want to waste your time thinking about it."

"well... i would like to be a daylily."

he likes to believe that he could read people well. he knew which buttons to press so kageyama would get flustered and start to curse him out. he knew which side of the court he needed to move to with each incoming spike from the opposing team. he knew what words to say that would boost the team's morale in his usual tone without sounding like a bumbling stuck-up. yet as he watched your mysterious smile, he realized you were too much of an enigma to be read.

"it would be nice to be seen as an object of affection- a fragment of love. a declaration of beautiful devotion."

"how poetic. a love that would die within a day."

"how about... a love to die for?" tsukishima rose an unamused brow, "okay... not that convincing but nothing ever lasts in this world. even if love were to end, if it can remain beautiful and fruitful— if it can give you happiness even if it's just for a short time... why deny yourself that?"

"love is overrated. it's people like you who believe those cliches in the movies that make it seem so great when it's just a burden."

"on the contrary, i believe i understand love just right. it's you who's unusually bitter!"

"i'm not."

"you are!"

"tch."

you were childish and tsukishima was half tempted to leave you alone if not for you visibly shivering like a brittle leaf in the middle of winter. with an annoyed sigh, he tugged his scarf off and tossed it to you without looking if it hit you straight in the face.

"what a gentleman. you're so sweet, loverboy."

"shut up."

"i wonder who broke your heart so bad that you deny the prospect of falling in love like it's a disease."

"no one did. it's just stupid how you chase after something that would give you a quarter of rewards for a multitude of migraines."

"get your angst away from me. i bet you're the type of boy to fall for someone within a day."

"what a dumb assumption."

"i stick by it. actually, give me one day and i'll have you groveling on your knees for my affection."

"don't make me laugh. me? in love with you? i'd rather be celibate."

"rude and just for that, i'll succeed no matter what."

"goodbye."

"wait! don't leave! you didn't even give me your name!"

* * * if he was a dog running along the fields without any care in the world then you must be a leech or a mite that refuses to leave him in his space. what were the odds that you went to the same school as he did? his grip on his pen was firm as he turned around to send you the coldest glare he could muster but he faltered. he hated that he faltered as he watched you cough into your sleeve— as he watched you play it off as it was nothing before planting yourself across him and handing him a slice of cake.

"what's this for?"

"snacks! i was waiting for you to drop by the cafeteria as any other sane student would but you didn't come so i brought you food. you need to eat if you want to stay healthy after all!"

"are you my mom, now?"

"i do have the 'mom-friend vibe' but no. i simply believe that highschoolers like you and me take their health for granted too often."

"don't you have anything to do?" he eyed the slice of cake oddly before sighing and biting into it. he shouldn't waste food.

"not really. i have nothing on my agenda but victory."

"you're still going on about that?"

"you bet!"

"get a life."

"you wish!"

* * * "oi."

tsukishima ignored the stabbing motion your finger did against his ribs as his eyes never strayed away from the lines of words printed into his book.

"oi, help me!"

instead of jabbing his ribs, your hand found its way to his thigh, tapping a rhythm he couldn't help but find familiar. he faltered again. your warmth was strangely comforting. he gritted his teeth, jaw flexing as he moved to grip your wrist.

"stop that," you blinked before smiling again, pointing at your half-done workbook.

"how do you get the sum of the three missing variables?"

he bit his cheek in an effort to regain his composure before sighing and motioning for you to get closer. he swore he saw you glow as you moved to sit beside him which felt disgustingly good— like the morning sun against his skin as it slowly rises to its full glory in the clear blue sky of a nice spring day.

tsukishima decided that he didn't like bright things that exuded warmth.

* * * the silence drowned his curses as he eyed you irately from across the court. you have decided to drop by club practice and the knowing smiles and silent cheers of his team were something that pushed him just about over the edge.

"stop that," he subconsciously seethed at yamaguchi who has never stopped glancing at him periodically with the same cheesy smile. this was a misunderstanding. an unwanted predicament he found himself in.

"stop what, tsukki?"

"you're thinking too loudly. it's wrong."

"i was just thinking that hinata seems to be more hyper than usual?"

one glance toward the literal embodiment of enthusiasm and positivity confirmed yamaguchi's thoughts and that made him groan into his hand. what was happening to him?

as he walked over to the coach, he spared one final glance at your form that was curiously watching the volleyball team beside their managers in the bleachers. he hated that for a moment, it felt right. your eyes caught each other and you beamed at him before cheering loudly. he looked away as heat flowed through him in rivers, painting him rose as the beat of his heart matched the rhythm of the beat you thumped on his leg.

* * * "where are you going?"

"home."

"wha— no, you aren't! i didn't stay behind to watch your mad crazy blocks for you to give me such a boring answer!"

"no one asked you to."

"no matter. i'll think of something for your uncreative head."

"i'm not uncreative," tsukishima scoffed as you pulled him along, "where are you taking me? this is kidnapping."

"somewhere fun unlike you."

"tch."

tsukishima hated how he let himself get pulled but as you held his hand, your warmth once again overwhelming him in waves, he thought that maybe, once wouldn't hurt.

"do you want the bubblegum flavor or the chocolate one."

"neither. i hate those things."

"blasphemous but to be honest, they're not top-tier either."

tsukishima might have shown a tiny smile at that. if he were to be honest, this wasn't that bad.

* * * "when you dragged me over to an arcade, i assumed you would be more or less good on at least one of the games but..."

"why are you so rude! it's not my fault i grew up sheltered."

tsukishima looked at you weirdly, "you've never been to an arcade?"

"well, no."

"you're an odd one."

"thank you. i take pride in being 'not like other people.'"

"no. i meant that if you were a dumpling, you would be the deformed one the customers always return."

"i... i do not know what to say to that."

"good."

tsukishima went to the next game and despite hating shooting basketballs and arcades in general, he decided he wanted to win those prizes.

it's not like he'll have to worry about taking them home.

* * * under the cover of the moonlight that bears his name, tsukishima kei denies the sordid idea of love. the silence of the dimly lit park accepted his claim without much of an argument. it was unlike him to grieve over something he barely held especially in the open but a quick look around the park made him decide that it was fine. he finds the thought of relying on someone to bring you joy and a sense of validation stupid and the fact that for a short while he thought otherwise, dumber. you were an idiot for believing in childish fantasies and that love wasn't fickle and him twice so for letting himself be swayed. he hated how he was dumb enough to hope that maybe just a small slip-up would be fine— dumb enough to trust that love would stay. he hated how bitter he feels because no, he didn't deserve this, and neither did you when the wonder of a new experience never had a chance to wear off.

"it seems like you didn't need to wait for reincarnation for you to be a daylily."

daichi x reader - “two am sound trips”

genre: fluff, comedy?

word count: 1472

warnings: a few curses

notes: college au inspired by me suddenly remembering ed sheeran existed

daichi was patient.

he used to be the captain of the boys' volleyball team in high school. surrounded by a rowdy set of males with too much energy to spare, he liked to think he was patient. he understood that they were growing males with too much testosterone running rampant in their veins and held on. rarely, did he raise his voice and he never really resorted to violence. daichi was patient, so patient that even buddha would probably consider him his equal.

now in college, he was still as considerate as before. he understood that everyone had their own individual lives and often extended deadlines for his groupmates in research activities when they have a decent reason for it. they would always look at him as if he was sent from above and he would always shake it off with an amused laugh.

daichi was patient, no one would argue about that but he was also human.

it was two o'clock in the morning. on most days, he would already be fast asleep. but like every other student, he too has to face the dreaded finals week and defend his thesis at the end of the week. with empty cups of energy drinks around him and a lukewarm mug of coffee, he decided he would do complete all of his final revisions that night. he was a responsible man, after all. he has his principles. one of them was passing his subjects with above-average grades and his projects, on time. but it was midnight and he was very sleep deprived. he had to turn his back to his bed because the sight of it was hell's sweet temptation incarnate. cursing for the last time,

daichi was patient but he was also human.

and humans thin. they break. and daichi? he was snapping. all he wanted was to finish the last thousand words in his paper and succumb to the tantalizing pull of well-deserved sleep. seems easy enough if it were not for the person above his floor blasting ed sheeran songs obnoxiously loud for the past thirty minutes. he was fuming, really, and he was angrily pressing the letters on his keyboard before erasing them as soon as they popped out the screen because they were either incomprehensible or the identical copy of the words ed was singing. daichi bets he was a good guy but right now, he loathed him and the sound of his voice.

( 'cause baby you look happier, you do )

daichi was patient but he's also the scariest when it runs out.

with a deep-set scowl on his face: eyebrows furrowed, lips turned into a snarl you can only find in beasts in the wild and finally, the terrifying shade of black that rested underneath his eyes, he believed he was well equipped to scold off whoever that person who was ruining his schedule was. nevermind, the string headband that was keeping his hair away from his face or the old, oversized shirt that made him look smaller than he actually was or even the pair of hello kitty slippers that sugawara gave him as a joke (in his defense, they were unbelievably comfortable). he was ready to go into war.

stomping menacingly, the last steps of the stairs was reached and he breathed deeply, ready to go into a whole rant the moment the door opened. sometimes, he really seemed like a father. he huffed as the imagery of him scolding a child popped into his head. scarily, they have the same exact vibe. shaking away his thoughts, he knocked. only to not get a response. infuriated as he was, he decided to be decent enough to not start banging the door like a total creep and patiently, continued knocking.

"i swear to god, i will—"

daichi was patient and a gentleman.

his threats died down, all of the things he wanted to complain about going down the drain, as he sees your red, puffed eyes and the tear streaks that were haphazardly wiped away. you were in your own set of pajamas, hands that were cradling a tub of ice cream peeking through a blanket that you threw over your shoulders.

"may i help you?"

he tried to not care, but his instincts were kicking in, "yes uh... do you mind turning down the volume?"

"oh shit uh... i'm so sorry it's just—"

"it's fine," he politely and awkwardly reassured you as he felt out of place in the middle of an empty hallway.

"no, it's not! i'm really sorry. i didn't mean to. i'm just— i'm such a mess right now and i'll turn it off. i swear it won't happen again."

"it's really no problem."

( i'm gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house )

in hindsight, he probably should have stuck to his own business instead of picking at others' plates. maybe he could've finished his paper if he did or maybe he could've snatched a few hours of sleep before facing his horrible eight am class. still, it didn't feel right to leave an attractive mess of a person in the dead of the night.

"are you... are you okay?"

you looked up abruptly and daichi realized that was the first time you looked at his eyes. wide-eyed and glossy, you were surprised someone cared enough to ask you that. the rational side of you probably would have placed a twelve feet distance between you and the stranger but you were nowhere near rational and the stranger was far too kind.

"no, i'm not."

daichi didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't you bawling your eyes out as soon as you said that. it wasn't you gripping his shirt as he stood awkwardly. it wasn't him subconsciously patting your back. it wasn't him hugging you tightly when you asked for one. it's certainly not finding himself chewing out your ex that he wasn't aware existed prior to your meeting fifteen minutes ago inside your dorm surrounded by pillows and another cup of coffee.

"see? you understand, right? he stood me up, forgot the important dates, cheated on me, promised he'd change, broke said promises, regularly reduced my self-esteem, hooked up with the bitch that defamed me in high school, and now he's mad because i blocked him? he's disgusting! i don't know why i even stooped so low!"

"he doesn't deserve you," was all he could say as he handed you another tissue roll. honestly, he was a patient, considerate man but this asshole of an ex of yours was making him consider murder. how he'd like to say that was an overstatement. that freaking prick.

"on better inspection, i'm crying less because of the fact that we broke up but more because i feel humiliated and disrespected. it's frustrating that all of my efforts were just ignored. i mean, even if our love has long since died out, i still paid for his in-game purchases, y'know!"

daichi also didn't know why he was belting out the lyrics of 'save myself' as he stood in the bed of a stranger who was currently hysterically laughing and joining him along. he paused and realized that for the first time that night, you were smiling. he might not understand how he got there— how he found himself doing something so out of character but he smiled. this wasn't that bad.

( so before i save someone else, i've got to save myself )

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this."

daichi laughed, "it's fine. i needed a break anyway."

you looked brighter now, he mused as you saw him out your room. he sent you a small smile and a wave before he began his trek back to his own. still, there was a misplaced feeling of discontent as he moved far away from your comforting presence that didn't judge his unusual short fuse and distressed expression.

"daichi!" he turned around, just a little too quick, "you're a good guy."

"oh, thanks? good night, y/n."

"good night..." you waved and he nodded, the hand that rubbed his neck out of his flustered state dropping back to his sides.

now, you could either be a coward and never see this kind, attractive, relatable, funny, responsible, overachieving man ever again or you could gather your wits and guts together to not so awkwardly thank him for not throwing you out of the window when he has all the rights to do so, even going as far as comforting you when all of your friends are asleep when you needed it. the preferred option was, in your opinion, obvious.

"do you wanna go grab some coffee later? y'know... gotta return the favor and all."

( you know hearts don't break around here. oh yeah, yeah, yeah )

also, excuse my inactivity. i’ve been hanging around my sideblog too much.

the lingering feelings of you on my skin

i know i should be listening to my prof. i mean its freaking math but— but cmon man. how can i ignore a blushing yamaguchi as he hands you a hand picked bouquet of wild daisies. its just cute cause like,, imagine a picnic date and he excuses himself to go to the restroom and he comes back with that and you’re so uwu that you made matching flower crowns and he wears it on with pride but he’s still blushy blushy bc oh my god. affection. your sweet affection.