smart. || tsukishima kei x reader

first of all, i would like to thank you guys for reading this even after 5 damn years and ALL THE CRINGEY STUFF I WROTE OML😭. im pushing 18 now and the things i wrote... im talking ab the "uwahh" and the borderline pick me lines.. it's very 13yo of me !!! i almost gave up while rereading this because of how much i cringed but i will update for you all, trust 🙏. second, idk where i want to go with this story because the plotline was never actually planned out so it was all over the place from the beginning ! also if you couldn't tell, i was going thru some crazy stuff and this story was sort of my way of releasing it from my system 😊 sorry for trauma dumping ! lastly, i PROMISE i will complete this but i cannot promise it will be amazing. thank you so so much for sticking around, i hope you enjoy the silly little words i will be writing!!

"i'm not joking yachi! i don't know what's going on between us but the last thing i want is for other people to be in our business." i say with a sigh. i'm not too worried though, i may have not known yachi for the longest, but she has been a true friend to me.

"you can count on me (f/n), i'm the best secret keeper you'll ever meet! i'm so good at it people call me.. um- yachi the safebox!!" she giggles, "get it? because you can tell me a secret and it'll never make its way out of my mouth." yachi proceeds to make a winky face at me. i roll my eyes at her silly attempt at making me laugh and give her a winky face back. we mess around for a little while longer until our morning bell rings, signaling for us to head to class.

"bye-bye (f/n)-chan, see you later!" yachi says to me as we part ways.

"bye ms. safebox!" i tease her. she laughs and skips away to her classroom.

in that moment, i could feel my shoulders loosen and my heart warm up. have i found my home? was karasuno where i belonged all this time? millions of questions run through my head, leaving me so distracted i didn't even notice i'd already walked into class and taken my seat. i snap out of my daze and look up to see tsukki standing at my desk. he was looking away, avoiding direct eye contact.. but holding something in his hand.

"drink this." he says, placing a small juice box on my table.

"you didn't poison it did you?" i pretend to hold a looking glass and inspect the drink. tsukki scoffs at my response.

"i can take it back." he says as he reaches for the drink. i immediately smack his hand away.

"no take-backs buddy, this is MY drink." i exclaimed as i begin gulping it down.

"at least let me have sip."

before i get to respond, my drink is snatched away from my hand and being consumed by tsukki. same straw and everything. is this not indirect kissing? are we kissing right now?? i couldn't help myself but gaze at his lips on my straw. his peachy pink lips touching MY straw. the straw i just drank from. the straw with my saliva coated all over it. tsukki, a guy who cleans his glasses every 5 minutes, a guy who makes sure to wash his hands twice whenever he comes home, is sharing a straw with me.

"here you go." he hands it back, "you can stop staring now."

"staring? who's staring?" i awkwardly laugh as i take my drink back. amidst my awkward panic, the straw finds its way into my mouth and only then i notice tsukki blushing slightly. i take a moment to realize what i just did and i feel a little blush creeping up on my face too.

he lets a small smile escape from his mouth but immediately plays it off. my stomach was full of butterflies. it wasn't like we'd never kissed before, yet something about this felt more intimate. as if we became much closer without even realizing it. it was like the definition of the small things matter more.

"class is about to start." tsukki says, breaking the silence. i give him a quick nod as i watch him take his seat.

i would be lying if i said i didn't think about that moment for the entire day, the scene played over and over again in my mind. it didn't help that the boys had practice after school, i kept getting distracted because my mind was on a whole different plane.

"(f/n)! is something wrong? you've been so out of it today" yachi asks me, concerned. she puts her hand on my forehead and scans for any signs of illness.

"oh please excuse me, i guess my mind is just elsewhere today. i will be more focused now." i reassure her.

"too busy thinking 'bout you-know-who..?" she teases me. i cover her mouth with my hands in a panic.

"don't expose me like that!! or else i'll tell everyone what you really think about-" before i get to finish she starts shushing me like a child hiding a secret.

"finefinefinefine!!! i get your point." she crosses her arms, "i keep quiet and you keep quiet."

"perfectly said."

-after practice-

after carrying far too many water bottles back and forth, i finally get a moment to sit and relax. i grab my phone and,

"OHSHITIGOTTAGOHOME."

how did i forget about my curfew??? was i THAT distracted to the point where i didn't bother to remember my father's very clear words about staying late? arriving at 5:00 was one thing, but to come home at 7:00? i was done for. the 15 missed calls and 33 text messages from mom, and 1 missed call from dad stared right into my soul and i knew i had to start mentally preparing myself for what was coming for me.

"BYEGUYSHAVEAGOODRESTOFYOURDAYIREALLYGOTTAGOHOMENOWDONTBEWORRIEDIFYOUNEVERSEEMEAGAIN" i yell out as i run out of the gymnasium and to my house where death awaits.

"wait!-" somebody yells back, but i was too far gone to make out who's voice it was.