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The thud of Tsukishima's textbook hitting the ground was louder than he would've liked in the crowed quiet library. He sighs to himself, grumbling about his stupid elbow.
He reaches down to pick it up when there's already another hand reaching for it. His gaze follows your arm to meet your eyes as you both sit back up. You hold out the textbook to him.
"I think you might've dropped this." You smile.
Fuck.
"Yeah." He takes his textbook back and places it down on the table beside his computer. His eyes turning back to his open document.
Your eyes staying on him. "You like dinosaurs?"
Tsukishima's shoulders tense. His head stays in it's place but his eyes leave the screen to look at you. "What?"
"I asked if you like dinosaurs. Your textbook and the key chain on your keys." You point at the spinosaurus figure sitting with the rest of his keys.
Tsukishima moves his keys to the other side of him, away from your view. "I study paleontology. Whether or not I 'like' dinosaurs is irrelevant and none of your business."
He positions his hands at his keyboard but his hands hover. The cursor blinking as if to mock him.
You let out a quiet chuckle. "Touchy. You know I don't mean any harm."
Tsukishima scowls. There's condescension dripping from your voice. Something Tsukishima is quite familiar with against his will. He knows you well enough to know just how annoying you can get. Though he isn't exactly an innocent angel either.
It was really just an unfortunate series of events.
It started with both of you colliding. Kei had spilled his shake all over your sweater. Neither one of you would admit it was either of you. You told him he needed to replace your sweater and he argued that you should have better spacial awareness. Maybe he would've been more inclined to apologize if you didn't immediately accuse him. And maybe you would have been more inclined if he didn't have that stupid scowl on his face.
The following week? Worse. You just couldn't stop bumping into each other. The last strawberry shortcake slice in the cafeteria? Both of you reached for it. The last seat in the crowded library? It was basically musical chairs. Even when it came to a small fact, you two argued over who was actually right.
There was nothing that could change your minds. You're a spoiled princess who needed to be right. He's a smug asshole who needs to feel superiority over others.
"You're nothing but harmful." His fingers twitch at the keys before he decides to actually start typing. Maybe that'd be enough to get you to stop talking to him. But at this point, you'd except him to know better.
"You wound me. I'm nothing but great to be around."
He lets out an almost laugh at that. "Yeah if I want to be surrounded by noise pollution and someone who doesn't ever know when to admit they're wrong."
"Oh please, that's rich coming from you. Just last week, you tried to argue that mint is the best ice cream flavor." You scoff and lean back in your chair.
"That's called an opinion, you numbskull."
"Jackass."
He types, you read your book. The silence is tense. Both of you resisting the urge to peek at each other. Tsukishima should just focus on his work, forget that you're there like he wishes you would disappear. You should keep reading your book, not focus on how badly you want to wipe that stupid smug face off his face.
The steps of students on quiet carpet and clack-y hardwood mix with the quiet chatter and typing among the tables and shelves. But nothing compared to how neither one of you were actually doing what was in front of you.
Tsukishima's been repeating the same sentence five times. You've scanned over the same manga panel more than twice.
Your eyes trace the lines of the panel one more time before you pull them away. They slowly follow the table before landing on Tsukishima.
Only for him to be staring right back at you.
There's a second pause of being caught before both of you look directly back at what you were doing. You give a sharp inhale before shutting your book. You grab your bag before standing.
"Spoiled brat." He mutters.
You narrow your eyes. "Pompous ass." You push your chair in and walk off.
Tsukishima keeps his eyes on his screen before shutting them and sighing. Why is it always you that's around? He really just can't seem to catch a break.
His wrists seem to plant themselves on his laptop, fingers unable to continue his assignment before he brings his hands to his eyes. Heels of his palms pressing into his eyes, enough to make him see stars. Glasses resting precariously on his knuckles before the chair next to him quietly scrapes against the library floor.
"For someone who needs these, you are careless with them." A hand reaches to grab his glasses before Tsukishima can protest.
When he pulls his hands away from his eyes, he can see the blur of green hair and tan skin. He sighs and rolls his eyes reaching for glasses.
"Let me guess, Y/n was just here. She's the only person who puts you in such a mood. Even Kageyama doesn't get to you this bad. Though I suppose he isn't a really pretty girl. He's handsome though."
"How about you just keep your opinions to yourself." Tsukishima adjusts his glasses and the blur becomes a clear image of Yamaguchi with a smug smile on his face.
"So that's a yes. Why don't you just tell her to stay away from you?"
"Oh you think I have?" Tsukishima scoffs. "We somehow always end up bumping into each other. It's like fate has it out for me." He shuts his laptop. He's clearly not going to get any work done now.
"Or this is all going to lead to something great."
"You're delusional." Tsukishima begins to pack his things.
"And you are extremely stubborn and resistant to change. Maybe if you were both nice to each other, your situations would change and you would be happier." Yamaguchi smiles.
Tsukishima pauses to look at his best friend. It sours his mood further, the scowl on his face deepening further into annoyance. He goes back to packing.
"That's like saying the dinosaurs shoved seen the meteor as a light show."
Yamaguchi rolls his eyes and sighs. "Fine, keep letting her annoy you. Misery and company."
"Can we please talk about anything else?" Tsukishima stands up and slings his backpack over his shoulder. Yamaguchi follows him as they both continue out of the library.
"Fine, how does party on Saturday sound?" Yamaguchi braces himself.
"From worse to worse." Tsukishima sighs. "What makes you think I'm party invite material?"
Yamaguchi's shoulders slump in expectancy as he pushes open the doors to the outside. The sun from outside immediately beams onto their faces. Yamaguchi reaches a hand up to block the sun from his eyes. Tsukishima squints his eyes and turns his head away.
"Come on, Kei, you went last time."
"I went because the last last time you showed up at my apartment at 4 in the morning begging for fried chicken."
"It was really good chicken." Yamaguchi dreamily smiles before shaking his head, focusing on the task at hand. "But that's beside the point. I want you to come."
"Why? What is the point of this party?"
"To party. It's the whole definition right there, Kei." Yamaguchi rolls his eyes. "You don't ever get out anyway. It's always classes, volleyball, work, rinse and repeat. And the occasional stop at the cafeteria and library. If I didn't pull you out of your apartment, I'm convinced you'd be even paler!"
"Just because you get out in the sun doesn't mean your life is enriched. I'm content in my habits."
"That's the problem!" Yamaguchi clears his throat. "I mean it's not a problem per se but you need stuff to be different sometimes. How were you going to know that you loved the strawberry shortcake at Cafe Plaza if I didn't drag you there freshman year?"
Tsukishima sighs but there's no annoyance in it. "I would've gotten there eventually. Strawberry shortcake is a sweet pleasure in life."
"You said the name is stupid and that's why you wouldn't go there."
"The name is ridiculous. A cafe is a small restaurant that serves beverages and food, a plaza is an open area with shops. You can't be both a small restaurant and many stores. But the cake is good."
Yamaguchi rolls his eyes. "Okay I didn't realize I was walking with Miriam. Sorry, Mrs. Webster. Just come to the party. What was so bad about the last one?"
"People."
Their walk takes them across the campus toward the cafeteria. Tsukishima pulls open the door to the dining hall.
"There are people everywhere. And you literally work with the public, don't give me the excuse of people." Yamaguchi's light scolding comes from beside Tsukishima as they walk to grab food.
"That's different, it's—"
"It's different! No one's drunk and people are as behaved as possible." Yamaguchi mocks his best friend. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is the same argument you gave me last time and you still ended up going AND you had a good time. You're going."
Yamaguchi breaks away from Tsukishima to grab a drink. Tsukishima groans and heads to the sweets.
"Should've known that wasn't going to work twice." He mutters to himself.
You move toward the floor upstairs. Getting nothing done except being bored out of your mind now that you've been taken out of your reading mood.
You open your laptop, there has to be something to do. And you immediately find it. That assignment you're supposed to print for next weeks class. Good thing you opened your laptop in the first place.
Packing your laptop back up, you move toward the printer room. There's the quiet hum of the machines and a small worried voice over what sounds like tears.
You carefully peek your head in to see a short blonde girl clutching a piece of paper like her life depends on it.
"Um…are you alright?"
She jumps and turns to face you. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to jam it! It just happened! Please don't ban me from the library, I need the free WiFi!"
Her face is red and streaked with tears. Makeup not holding up well against her outburst.
"Woah, that's..I'm not the library police." You hold up your hands. "I just wanted to know if you were alright but clearly that's…well you said the printer jammed?"
She loosens her grip on the page slightly and nods slowly. "It was an accident, I was just trying to make a couple copies! I don't know what to do. Usually I'm great at this stuff but it's this printer and what if they charge me for breaking it?"
You give her a small smile and step fully into the room. You take a look at the printer screen. It is jammed but good thing you know a trick of two.
You press the cancel job button and fiddle around with the settings. You pull the jammed paper from the slot and get the printer to print it's diagnostic sheets.
The girl looks at you with wide thankful eyes. She hugs you tightly. "Thank you so much! You're truly a life saver! I owe you my life!"
You pat her back awkwardly but gently. "How about just a cookie and we'll call it even?"
She nods before pulling away and wiping her face.
"What were you even trying to copy? I think your page is a little…crushed now."
She looks down at her hands before starting to smooth it back out on the side of the printer. "I-it's a flyer for a party on Saturday. A friend asked me to print them for her." She pauses for a second and looks back at you. "Y-you should come! I mean if you have nothing better to do. Consider it my first stop at a thank you."
"A party? That sounds fun. Consider me invited then."
Her face lights up as you easily agree. She gets her flyers printed as you grab the assignment you went there for.
"So what's your name?"
She hums, "Oh! Count on me to fogret to introduce myself. I'm Yachi." She holds out her hand for you and you take it.
"Nice to meet you, Yachi. I'm Y/n."
Your conversation with Yachi continues as she manages to get all her flyers printed. You offer to help her redo her makeup and she takes it, thankful that it was you who walked in and for all your help. The trip to the bathroom is short and Yachi seems to be feeling much better.
Yachi hooks her arm with yours as you both step out of the library onto the concrete of campus. "You just tell me what cookie or whatever you want is and I'll buy it. I really can't thank you enough."
You smile and nod. "It really wasn't any trouble. But chocolate chip. Those big ones that they sell in the cafeteria are the best."
The conversation continues easily as if you'd both known each other for years. The cool air of the dining hall hits you both as well as shielding you from the sun.
"This is actually great. I'm meeting a friend here too. He's supposed to be buying me lunch."
"Sounds like a nice guy."
Yachi's face flushes slightly. "Y-yeah, he is. Anyway! You go grab that cookie, I'm going to grab a drink. Just come find me okay?" Yachi smiles and unhooks her arm from yours to walk off to the drinks.
"She's nice." You hum to yourself as you head to the sweets.
Your focus on the different kinds of cookies they set out. Maybe you'd get something different today. Is what you always say and then always end up with a chocolate chip cookie. It's not your fault, they're just so homemade tasting.
You take a step back to look for them and so does the person behind you, resulting in your backs bumping. You both turn.
"Ah sorry!" "My bad."
Your gaze up and his gaze down, meeting in the middle to realize who you're looking back at.
"Oh come on!" "Are you kidding me?"
You both take a step away from each other.
"What, are you stalking me now?" He crosses his arms.
"Excuse me?! Who in the hell would want to stalk you! You big stupid beam pole."
"Oh so we're name calling now. You're so creative."
"Don't patronize me."
You both turn your heads away from each other. You grab the cookie you want and he grabs his strawberry shortcake. You turn and walk toward the drinks. Only for Tsukishima to also be walking that way. You both speed up in an attempt to get away from each other just to stop right before Yachi and Yamaguchi chatting about something.
When they look over, their eyes dart between you and Tsukishima.
"Oh Y/n, you found the cookie." Yachi smiles clearly unaware of the tension.
Yamaguchi clears his throat and whsipers to Yachi. "Yach, that's Y/n. The Y/n."
Her eyes widen as she looks at you. "Y-you're that Y/n? The one who…oh."
"She's with you?" Tsukishima sighs exasperatedly. "Of course she is."
"She helped me with the printer! I didn't know she was the Y/n you're always complaining about! Don't be so rude, Kei!"
"Oh so you talk about me when I'm not around? I'm so honored, Tsukishima."
He scowls. "No. I'm leaving." He turns on his heel and walks toward the register.
Yamaguchi sighs and follows after him. "Sorry, he's always like that."
Yachi looks worriedly between all of you. She gently pulls you toward the register and pays for your cookie.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you were that Y/n. I-I mean I'm sorry for his behavior, though I hear you're almost to his level."
You sigh, cooling yourself down and smiling. "It's okay. He's the one that's a pain in the ass. How do you even know him?" You pick up your cookie.
"He's my cousin." She says shyly.
"Hitoka. Are you coming?" Yamaguchi calls for her.
"Ah I gotta go. I'll see you on Saturday." Yachi walks off, catching up with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima.
"Figures." You sigh and eat your cookie.
The next few days go by as normally as possible. Which can only mean Saturday has something in store for you.
You see Yachi more often around campus which causes you to see Tsukishima even more. Why does your new friend have to be family of his?
Regardless you found yourself in Yachi's dorm getting ready for the party. It didn't even dawn on you to ask a very important question. One that you'll come to regret not asking.
"Are you sure my hair looks okay? I feel like it's frizzy." Yachi pats her hair down in the mirror. You nod, continuing your makeup beside her.
"Yeah, looks super cute. How's my makeup?"
"Really nice. You should teach me how to do that."
"I like your makeup style, Yachi. It's cute. Perfect for you."
The easy conversation continues as you pull on shoes. You two walk out of her dorm to head to the party. Yachi continues talking with you about herself and more about you.
Whne you both arrive at the party, the music and energy is high. Yachi shrinks into herself a bit.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I just always have to get used to all this stuff."
You hook your arm with hers and pull her for a drink.
The music makes the ground thump against your shoes. There are a bunch of people passes by and dancing that make the chatter somehow just as loud as the music.
"Hitoka!" A bubbly voice causes both of you to jump as it breaks through the loudness of everything else.
Yamaguchi smiles, holding a drink in his hand. He hooks his arm around Yachi's shoulders. "Hey guys! Thanks for inviting me, Yachi."
"Tadashi, hey." She smiles shyly. "We were just grabbing a drink."
You watch the two of them talk. Clearly Yamaguchi seems like a bit of a lightweight but they're both having fun so who are you to judge.
"You don't mind if I pull Toka for a bit do you?"
You shake your head. "Go for it, just go easy with those drinks."
They both nod. Yamaguchi animatedly starts talking about something to Yachi.
You sip from your drink and find yourself a place near a nice wall. Parties are fun for a number of reasons. But your favorites? The music and people watching. And the free drinks are always a bonus.
The familiar burn of the alcohol floods your senses. People jumping around and dancing to the music are the first you see. Then there's the crowds that are off to the sides taking a break, talking, or just enjoying the drinks. And of course, it wouldn't be a college party without the people who are making out.
You regret even looking in those directions. They're almost borderline humping each other. You look back down at your drink when you feel a presence next to you.
It's some guy holding a drink looing at you.
"Um..hi." You awkwardly go to make some space between you.
"Hey, you're cute. I wanted to chat."
"Oh thank you. Sure we can…do that I guess."
Maybe you should've just looked at the people making out instead. You'd regret watching the bordering soft core porn over this conversation.
"Remind me why I said yes." Tsukishima puts a hand in his pocket. The other holding onto his drink as he and Yamaguchi stand off to the side.
"Because you have no reason to say no. And because you're here with me. Duh." Yamaguchi basically chugs back his drink.
Does Tsukishima do anything to stop him? No but he knows that Yamaguchi will stop before he ends up terribly drunk or plastered.
"Do you think Hitoka's here yet?" Yamaguchi looks out onto the crowd.
Tsukishima shrugs. "Why? Are you flirting with my cousin again?"
Yamaguchi's face goes red. "W-what? No! I mean…she's my friend too, I don't even flirt with her."
"Sure and I don't need glasses. They're purely for aesthetic purposes." Tsukishima rolls his eyes. "Flirt with who you want, I don't care."
"That's bold from you. You don't even admit when you flirt with, Y/n."
Tsukishima's grip on his cup tightens. "I do not flirt with her. I despise her. She could solve world hunger and I'd still be annoyed in her presence."
"She's pretty though."
"Aesthetics have nothing to do with the way I feel."
"Ah! You just admitted she's pretty. I will count that as a win." Yamaguchi watches the door as another small group of people walk in. "I'm going to go see if Hitoka just came in."
He walks away, leaving Tsukishima to his designated corner. Maybe this could be his chance to just go home but instead he stands there and sips his drink.
He's only granted a few minutes of peace before a few girls come up to him. Not again.
They start talking to him with giddy smiles and energy, surely spurred on by the atmosphere and the drinks. It's always the same. They know him because he plays volleyball or they've seen him around campus and they want to know about him. But Tsukishima is always uninterested.
Usually Yamaguchi bails him out of these situations. Which then result in Yamaguchi rolling his eyes because Tsukishima is complaining about a bunch of pretty girls wanting to know him but Tsukishima doesn't really care about any of that.
Like he said he's a creature of habit. He's fine alone, doing what he does everyday.
He's fine going to class, playing volleyball, going to work, hanging out with Yamaguchi, arguing with you. Not really but it's part of his routine now.
Tsukishima looks around for a way to escape this when his eyes stop. Somewhere he really doesn't want them to stop.
But it seems like fate is giving him a chance.
He pushes off the wall, past the girls talking to him. He knows they're just going to find a way to follow him. He doesn't even have a plan, he's just walking with the hopes that he'll come up with something when he stops.
"So yeah, can I have your number?" The guy seems to somehow lean closer.
"Oh, no. I'm not interested. Sorry."
"But we just had that whole chat. I mean come on, you're pretty. I'm handsome. There's something here."
Yes there is, the hopes that this guy randomly gets abducted by aliens.
A hand blocks you from backing up, resting itself against the center of your back. When you look next to you, it's Tsukishima with a scowl on his face. But not directed at you, toward the guy.
"You mind backing up?"
The guy furrows his eyebrows. "You can't just interrupt our conversation."
"I can and I just did. Leave."
"Who even are you, dude?"
"Her boyfriend. Goodbye."
"Yeah right, she probably doesn't even know you. It's rude to interrupt our conversation you know." The guy continues on yapping about something neither you or Tsukishima could care any less about.
Over his shoulder, Tsukishima can see the girls that were talking to him walking back over to him. Why him. Why this. Why you.
He sighs before he looks down at you. You go to say something to him when he pulls you closer to him and kisses you. His lips presses against yours before they start to move. Your body seems to instinctively do the same. Kissing him back despite your surprise.
The music seems louder in in your ears. The thump of the bass matching how hard your heart is beating.
When Tsukishima pulls back, he looks around to ensure that guy and the girls are gone. He doesn't take his hand off of you or do anything to create more space between you two.
"W-what the hell was that?!" Your eyes widen when you process what just happened.
"I was using you for my own personal gain. I was trying to get away from some girls."
"So you kissed me!? Are you insane?"
"Oh please, I felt you kiss me back." Tsukishima smirks. "Can't act like you didn't get something out of it too. It got that guy to go away."
"I wanted him to go away, not to end up kissing you!"
"Okay, we kissed. Get over it." Tsukishima rolls his eyes and looks away from you.
"I-me? You! You liked that! You kissed me on purpose! You could've just pulled me away!"
"I never said that." His face flushes slightly pink. "But I have always wondered what it would take to shut you up. Clearly this isn't it."
"You're not denying it! Oh my god, I can't believe that you just kissed me."
"I might have kissed you but you kissed me back. Did you like it?"
You freeze, your eyes stuck on him as he looks back at you. His golden eyes staring back at you with intensity.
"I…what? No! I mean…I..I don't know! I still think you're a pompous ass though."
"Fine, think that. I still think you're an impossible spoiled princess. But 'I don't know' isn't an answer." He leans in again. "I want a definite answer, I don't work in maybes."
You don't attempt to move. Just let Tsukishima move back in to kiss you again.
He's an ass but a really good kisser. His other hand comes up to cup your face. Your hands cling onto his shirt as you kiss him back.
The heat of the room pressing down on the two of you. Tsukishima's presses you against the wall. Hand on your back pulling you against him as much as he can. There's nowhere to go but you don't want to be anywhere else in this moment.
His hand trails down your body, tracing the shape of you and filing it away into memory. The taste of your lips and the scent of your skin engraved somewhere Tsukishima will always remember when he thinks of you.
When he pulls away, you're both out of breath. The words that come out of his mouth barely register in your mind. They're shaky.
"There. I'm sure that was a yes." His grip tightens for a second before he lets go and walks off. Probably going to look for Yamaguchi.
You stand there dumbfounded. What the hell just happened?
You and Tsukishima Kei just kissed.
Tsukishima's head is clouded, he's not sure whether he's an delusional or he's just that stupid. He can't even begin to fathom what got him to do that the first time, let alone let it happen a second time.
He pushes through the crowd, his height giving him authority as he searches. He spots Yamaguchi with Yachi. They're basically making out and while Tsukishima will have some words with Yamaguchi later, right now he just wants to go back to his apartment to make sure that he isn't just dreaming the whole thing.
He grabs Yamaguchi's arm. "Can you stop making out with my cousin? We need to go."
Yamaguchi freezes before turning his head with an almost guilty expression. "We weren't! Not that you get to dictate who I kiss and who I don't for your information."
Tsukishima tugs on Yamaguchi's arm again. It's not forceful, it's more a pleading that Yamaguchi is familiar with when his best friend really wants to leave. Yamaguchi's expression softens for a second and he sighs.
Yamaguchi tucks a strand of hair behind Yachi's ear. "I'll text you later okay? Just get home safe."
Yachi nods and looks at Tsukishima. Tsukishima just looks mildly uncomfortable, incredibly tense, and his face is completely flush. It's not the atmosphere and it's not the drinks. She furrows her eyebrows at him before he shakes his head in response and turns away from her.
Yamaguchi escorts Tsukishima out and away from the party. The night breeze is a welcome change from the loud stuffy setting they were just in.
The two walk in silence for a long time. Yamaguchi doesn't push Tsukishima to talk. Not because he doesn't want to know but because Tsukishima genuinely seems at a loss for words, He keeps walking but his gaze is at the ground or the sky. Tsukishima's jaw seems to be putting in overtime in the way it clenches. His arms cross and uncross.
When they do reach Tsukishima's apartment door, it creaks open as Tsukishima kicks off his shoes and sinks down into the couch with a sense of defeat.
Yamaguchi crosses his arms and sits down on the arm of the couch. "Okay dude, you know I'm completely used to your moody and grumpy but what happened?"
"I kissed her." He says it like it pains him.
"Kissed who?" Yamaguchi has a hunch but he stays quiet, letting his best friend confirm or deny whatever suspicion he has.
"Her. Y/n. I fucking kissed her."
"oh." Even with the hunch, the confirmation makes Yamaguchi's eyebrows soar. He fixes the shock on his face, opting for slightly wide eyes after being hit with the information. "Well…what led up to that? Did you just kiss her or?"
Tsukishima shakes his head and leans forward. His elbows hitting his knees as he holds his head in his hands.
"I was being harassed by some girls and you weren't around so I needed to come up with a different way to make them go away."
"Well correct me if I'm wrong but I don't think that you and I have ever kissed to make your groupies go away."
Tsukishima rolls his eyes, attempting not to actually crack a smile at his best friend's stupid joke.
"Shut up. I was trying to make myself seem…occupied. Taken. And there was this guy talking to her. She looked like he was saying the most useless shit anyone's ever heard, like grass is green or something. I put my hand on her back. It was just supposed to make it look like we were together but then he was still there and the groupies were still walking over so I…"
"You kissed her." Yamaguchi finishes Tsukishima's sentence and Tsukishima looks over at him with some resignation. Yamaguchi lets out a quiet sigh and pats Tsukishima's shoulder. "You know there's nothing wrong with just a kiss."
"It wasn't a kiss. I did it again. I kiss her twice."
"oh. Oh." Yamaguchi's hands stills. "Okay well that's….but you know that still doesn't mean anything bad! Did you like it?"
"You think I'm just kissing people at random for fun?"
"If you liked it then why did you run away from her?"
"Why? Because she hates my guts and I hate hers. It's been pretty clear for a long time."
Yamaguchi rolls his eyes. "Okay I see the route we're going down. Listen Kei, you liked it, she probably liked it. if you both liked it, you either sort out some differences and date or stop hating each other for long enough to make out again. There's a fine line between love and hate but no one ever said you can't love making out with someone you hate."
"…that's terrible advice." Tsukishima blankly stares at Yamaguchi, who stands up with a groan.
"It's advice. You can either take it or completely ignore her and make everything ten times awkward than it probably would be just making out again." Yamaguchi walks to Tsukishima's front door. "Since you pulled me away from the party, I am going to go home and eat a burrito and crash. Goodnight."
The door shuts as fast as it was opened, leaving only Tsukishima to recount on tonight's plot twist.
But he wasn't the only one thinking about it.
Your brain runs in circles faster than the shot you throw back. Out of all the hot guys possible, how could it be that the one you hate was suddenly kissing you and tracing your body with his hands?
He was like a phantom, the ghost of his fingertips lingered all over your skin. The taste of his lips and vanilla lip balm. The scent of him lingered on your clothes, clinging like a stubborn stain made up of fresh laundry and whatever gentle cologne he uses.
The fresh air that hits you as soon as you're walking back to your apartment can't calm the heat in your face or building in your stomach. The memories like a fresh wound, no matter how much you try not to think of it, you do. Seeing it every time you blink.
Making it to your apartment, you shut the door behind you and get ready for bed. Hoping that sleep will bring the end of this. That in the morning everything would go back to normal.
If only things could be that easy.
The morning that follows is after. Leaving your apartment almost feels shameful, like committing a deed where you weren't prepared to face the sun after.
Every touch of your own skin reminded you of Tsukishima's lingering touches. How gently, in comparison to normally, he spoke to you and held you. The look in his eyes one that engraved itself into your memory like a cattle prod searing into skin.
The worst part was that you wanted it More of it. That exact feeling of Tsukishima's fingers burying themselves into your skin and his lips allowing himself entry to your mouth. The more you thought about it, the worse the thoughts became.
Almost like a dull ache.
The entire day seems to pass you by and you don't stop anywhere usual. Heading straight from classes back to your apartment.
As a matter of a fact, that's how the next four days feel. Like a blur of shameful lust and unnecessary tension that you cause yourself. But it's not just you, it takes two to play this game.
Every time you'd bump into Tsukishima as you'd tried to get back into the normal swing of things, there was a tense thick air around you both. He'd freeze up and look anywhere but you.
You'd both go the opposite ways, around each other. It was ridiculous. Avoiding each other over something so trivial? Bu that doesn't mean it made it any easier to not avoid each other.
Nothing made it easier. Being around Kei just reminded you, made you feel the heat of his hands on your skin again. Not being around him made the bun worse.
"You should talk to him." Yachi gently presses at one of the printer buttons. You lean against the wall as you watch her. Venting to Yachi about this was like talking to an extremely well centered person.
"Oh yeah, me talk to Tsukishima Kei. Even before all this stuff I didn't just "talk" to him."
"Why are all my friends so stubborn?" Yachi says it more to herself than to you. She sighs softly. "Fine then just go home and keep thinking about it but I'm serious. Talking with Kei will help, even if it's just you trying. Kei is like notoriously hard to talk to but it'd be an accomplishment."
'Keep thinking about it' Yachi's words ring in your mind as you stare up at the ceiling because it's all you're doing. The tingle of Kei's lips on yours comes back. You groan loudly and roll around on your bed.
The doorbell to your apartment sends a shrill out. You lift your head and climb out of bed. Yachi would've texted. Maybe it was just a neighbor fed up with all your groaning.
You pull open the door, Tsukishima stands there like he's unsure of himself and shocked that you even opened the door. Wide eyes staring back at each other.
"What are you…doing here?" Your grip on the door tightens, like you think it'll get you out of whatever conversation is about to happen.
"Don't….play dumb. Please." Tsukishima's gaze scans your face, flickering down to your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. He leans in, breathing uneven, arms crossed like he's restraining himself from stepping in further.
"Okay fine." You don't look at him, mindlessly chewing at your lip. "What about it?"
'It' like the kiss was some sort of object so fragile either of you were afraid to even talk about it.
"How much do you hate me?"
"What?" Was this some sort of game? What was the point of him showing up and asking if he should already know? "You should know that."
He uncrosses his arms and leans in, his voice dropping to a low, almost desperate hum. "I should but I think I need a refresher."
"Refresher?"
He nods. "It'll give me the chance to show you how much I hate you too. Just..just show me okay?" He waits, looking at you for a green light, a nod, verbal confirmation to unwind the tight coil he's twist in.
You nod slowly, an action that surprises both of you but Tsukishima doesn't hesitate. He pushes off the doorframe, pulling the door out of your hand and shutting it. His hands hover above your hips as he closes the distance between the two of you.
"I need to know you want this as much as I do."
You go to nod again when he stops you, shaking his head and planting his hands against your hips. "Verbally, please. I want to hear you tell me."
Your face flushes. Tsukishima's hands bring back the flood of the memories from the party. They're as warm as you remember. Leaving tame burn against your skin.
"I…do. I can't stop thinking about it."
You can feel him relax against you. His lips closing the distance with yours before you know it. He carefully walks you backwards toward your room. A hand moving to your back to keep you steady. His fingers digging into your hip, thumb slipping under your shirt. The feeling of your skin on his, even just a sliver, makes his heart race faster.
The quiet sound of heavy breathing and soft wet kisses cease as he pulls away. Only for a second, only long enough for both of you to get air before his mouth is right back on yours.
Your legs hit the side of your bed as he helps you lay down. His hand letting go of your hip for a moment to reach up for his glasses. Trying his best to place them on your nightstand but giving up as soon as he hears the dink of them against the wood.
His hand finds your body again, fully slipping underneath your shirt. Your body shivers underneath his touch. He pulls away for air, forehead connecting with yours as he lets you rest.
"Can we…do you want to?" He gives your side a small squeeze, prompting a response from you.
"Yeah." You nod. "But you know this doesn't mean I like you or anything…"
He chuckles, "I know. Don't go thinking this stops our mutual hate."
"Oh it won't."
"Aw, so firm on your stance. Wanna show me just how much you hate me, pretty girl?" He leans back in, his voice a whisper. Hovering over you, his large presence domineering.
"Fuck you, don't talk to me like that." You turn your head away from him.
Kei uses his finger to move your face back to him. His golden eyes boring into you with intensity and desire. "I can see you blush, the way your heart rate spikes when I'm this close. Saying things like that, you like it don't you?" He chuckles, it's a mix of condescension and want.
"Have I ever told you how much I hate you."
"Yeah and I want to hear more about it. Every time you say it, it makes me harder." He leans down further, his breath warm against your skin.
His lips don't hesitate against your neck, moving to just to feel you squirm underneath him. His hand pulls at the waistband of your shorts.
"Let me take these off of you."
"Being a gentleman?"
"Don't say I never did anything nice for you."
The back and forth retort satisfies something strange in both of you, making the tension in the room swirl even further. Tsukishima's hand pulls at your shorts until they reach your knees.
His fingers tracing against the skin of your thigh until they reach the fabric of your underwear. The warmth of his fingers meets to warmth of you. Slick already wet and lining your underwear.
The satisfaction from watching you is more than enough for him but he pushes. His fingers gently pushing against the fabric, moving in ways that make your back arch off the bed just enough for his hand to hold you.
"You seem to like that."
You open your mouth to retort but only a quiet breathy moans manages to escape your throat.
"Oh, you do like that." He smirks and continues the motions. Your breathy moans hot against his shoulder.
Tsukishima's fingers speed up and slow down, all with the purpose of teasing you. Testing to see what you like best and what really frustrates you. He's fond of both reactions. Seeing what makes you tick.
His fingers push until he gets tired of the fabric being in his way. Pushing it to the side, his fingers slip into you. The warmth clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out at an agonizingly slow speed.
"K-kei, wait…"
"Kei? Aw baby, so fond so quickly." He chuckles, mocking you with his tone. "I thought you hated me. And yet here you are, moaning my name and clenching around my fingers."
His fingers curl as he pushes them back in drawing more whines and moans out of you.
"Fu-fuck you…ngh.."
He smirks, "It's not so convincing when you're wet on my fingers like this. But sure, if you want me to fuck you, I can." Tsukishima pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you to clench around nothing.
The sound of his belt unbuckling sounds almost entirely more vulgar than the act of what is happening. His jeans softly thud against the ground. When you lift your head to look at him, he's quietly rolling a condom onto himself. He feels you watching him.
"What?"
"I just didn't expect you to have one so readily available." You let your head thud back against your mattress. Staring back up at the ceiling where you were thinking about Kei earlier.
"I thought it'd be the gentleman thing to do." He rolls his eyes sarcastically. "I just figured….it'd be better safe than sorry. If this was where we went."
"You're surprisingly tender."
"Yeah keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll stop hating me then." He smirks.
You both know that isn't going to happen any time soon but that doesn't stop the heavy tension between the two of you. It spurs you both on, makes the whole thing feel secretive. Almost dirty and shameful in a way that turned you both on.
Tsukishima grabs both your wrists. When you look back down at him, he's restraining your wrists with his belt. He tugs at it to make sure you don't move. He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing your underwear to the side.
His tip rubs against you, teasing what's to come. He notices your clear attempt to squirm closer to him and chuckles.
"What's wrong baby? Can't wait? Just ask for it, I know you can."
"I hate you….please, fuck me." It's embarrassing, humiliating in a way just between the two of you. Kei relishes in it, hearing everything that he wants to in the words you say. His hands land on your hip as he pulls you closer to him, slowly pushing himself into you.
The slick from before coating him in warmth. The way you clench tightly around him makes him let out a heavy groan. He watches your face contort, adjusting the fullness and size of having him push himself in.
"Is it too big for you? I'm so sorry." He says it with mock sympathy. "I know you can take it, pretty girl. Take it for me okay?" He pulls you closer and himself as deep as he can physically go while still being somewhat gentle with you. "Fuck, you're so tight."
Tsukishima waits for a moment, giving you a second to adjust before gripping onto your hips tightly. He pulls back to thrust into you again. The single first movement makes you twitch, arch you back off of the bed. You stare up at the ceiling, unable to focus properly.
Tsukishima takes his time with every thrust making sure that he's not hurting you before he sets a steady rhythm. One where his hands are pulling you back and forth on him. He doesn't just watch you face, he watches the way your body move with every thrust and pull. Every little touch he makes on your skin.
The way words get caught in your throat when he asks you questions or makes little comments.
—"You're so tight, it's like you were made to be around my cock."
"Keep moaning for me, pretty girl. Let me hear much you're enjoying this."
"I thought you hated me, come on, just one more time. Let me hear you say it. Tell me how much you hate me, baby."
"You want me to keep going? Come on, use your words."
"You're so perfect, just for me. Not anyone else." —
It makes you dizzy. But your head has never been clearer. All of Tsukishima's words hit the mark, building up on the heat in your stomach. Tsukishima doesn't hesitate with any movement. He moves with confidence. But then in between a few thrusts, he'll lean down. Bury his face in your neck. Mumble things he's sure are too embarrassing to look at you to say but that he can't help but to say.
Things that make that heat in your stomach pool, burn hotter. Get you there so much faster.
—"Fuck, why do you feel so good?"
"I need you"
"You're all mine okay? I don't care how much we hate each other. This is all mine."
"Ngh…I want you so much baby. Please, I need you to want me too."
"Fuck…ngh…you're so pretty." —
It's so out of character, you have to question whether you're actually listening to Tsukishima talk about you this way. How needy and desperate you make him as much as he teases you for being. Tsukishima thrusts into you harder.
"K-kei…ngh..wait….I'm…"
"Me too, baby. Let me help you." One of his hands hesitantly lets go of your hip to fit in between both of you. His thumb finding your clit.
He uses the slick from the lewdness happening just centimeters away to rub circles on your clit. Placing pressure as his thrusts continue. Tsukishima pushes himself deeper into you, unable to resist the feeling of you around his cock.
Both fo you lost in a world of desire and pleasure.
The faint scent of sweat and sex are enough for Tsukishima to be satisfied. The taste of your skin and lips on his mouth. The intense pressure of tension and ecstasy building up to burst with the right movements and motions. Tsukishima's hand continues pulling you back and forth on his cock as he fucks into you.
"You gonna cum all over my cock baby? Go ahead, let the man you hate make you cum. Tell me how I'm the best you've ever had. Tell me how much you hate me baby, I'll be whatever you want."
The room starts to blur and your head is swimming in a pleasure induced daze. The bubble pops and your body twitches just as Tsukishima's hips slam into you. The warm overpowering feeling flooding through your body causes you to arch into Tsukishima's touch further.
He grinds against you, not slowing down as he chases his own release but with enough pressure for you to ride out yours.
Even if you'd hate to admit it, the overwhelming feel makes you cum again against him. Not that you'd have to say anything, it's enough for Tsukishima to feel you clench around him tightly. And that second time is enough for him to come to his own release.
His hand shoots out to help him stabilize himself over you. He shakes as it all hits him. The faint view of stars and static that you see when you look up at the ceiling is clouding his vision.
Once he notices that you've calmed against him, he gently plants a kiss against your forehead and pulls out. Crashing beside you, staring up at the ceiling with you.
There's a moment of silence. Just heavy breathing between the two of you to have a moment of clarity where you both realize and really think about what just happened.
"I didn't know you were such a romantic." You're the first to speak, words coming out in a whisper as you regain some of your senses.
He scoffs with no real heat behind it. "You wish….you should get cleaned up."
"Is that your attempt at a grand escape?" You turn you head to him.
He shakes his. "I think I'm crashing. That was…a lot. Just go get cleaned up. I'll order food and clean up here."
You look at him shocked but don't exactly pass up the opportunity of free food and room service. You shakily sit up with his help. He undoes the makeshift restraint with the belt, gently rubbing your wrists faint red marks. His thumb strokes over them with calm and exhaustion. He stands.
He grabs your towel, tossing it at you so it lands on your head. "Go shower."
"I hate you. The sooner you're out of my apartment the better." You sigh, no annoyance in it.
"Ditto. Go shower" He smirks. "Spoiled princess."
"Pompous ass."