He Sees You When You're Sleeping

He Sees You When You're Sleeping

For once in what felt like forever the house was quiet, it was calm. You, Trunks, and Goten were in the living room, your brother and Goten quiet as they concentrated on untangling the strings of lights. Your mother had given it to you as a task, but once she left to make hot chocolate, you quickly planted the lights in Trunks’ lap, opting to organize the tree ornaments.

“This is stupid,” He was mumbling to himself, and it took all your strength not to laugh at his apparent struggles. Instead, you covered your snort with a cough, though judging from his side glare, it was safe to say he still got the message. 

“You’re doing great guys,” You encouraged them, smiling as he poked his tongue out aggressively at you, before his concentration shifted as he and Goten started to make a breakthrough.

You could hear your mom and grandmother in the kitchen, soft music playing through one of your mother’s homemade speakers. You had just gotten into a nice rhythm of organizing when your father walked in, sweaty as he was leaving the gravity chamber, and he paused in the doorway, eyeing the two of you curiously.

“What on earth are the pair of you doing?”

“Getting ready to decorate the Christmas tree,” You replied cheerfully, holding up some ornaments to emphasize your point.

Trunks nor Goten were paying attention, too focused on making sure they didn’t re-tangle the previously tangled knot of lights. Your father looked unamused as the two hurried to start wrapping the lights around the tree.

“You earthlings and your holidays. You all seem to just enjoy excuses to receive material items.”

You couldn’t fully argue with him there, opting to shrug as the boys worked on reaching the top of the tree. They moved a bit too quickly, and there would be gaps in the lights, but it was endearing to see them so excited about this.

“Do you wanna help us, dad?” Trunks landed with a proud look on his face, Goten landing next to him, excited as he rushed to grab an ornament from you.

Your father scoffed, “No.”

Trunks rolled his eyes, souring at your father's answer. “This is why Santa doesn’t bring you presents, dad. You’re like Scrouge.”

“You mean Scrooge?” Goten looked puzzled at the jab, and Trunks paused, embarrassed at being corrected.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Who is this… Santa? And why would he bring presents?”

The three of you looked at him, mixtures of confusion, bafflement, and amusement.

“You don’t know who Santa is?” Goten spoke first, eyes impossibly wide.

Your father merely tsk’ed, already annoyed with the topic at hand. You were astonished, to say the least. How had your father been on earth as long as he had and hadn’t learned who Santa was? You didn’t expect him to necessarily believe, but at least know of him. 

“He’s Santa Claus,” You started to explain, knowing full well both Trunks and Goten still believed in him, courtesy of your mother and mother-in-law, “He uh, he watches the kids of the world. If they’re nice he brings them presents on Christmas.”

“If we’re naughty we get coal!” 

Trunks laughed, “Yeah dad! You gotta help us or else you’ll get coal for Christmas.”

Your father remained quiet, though his gaze didn’t move from you. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on your scalp— why were you getting the infamous Vegeta stare-down? Trunks was the one goading him. 

“There’s an earthling that just… watches the children of this planet, and judges them?”

“Well I mean,” He sounded dangerous, and you were floundering with your words, wishing your mother was here to explain better than you could, “Yeah?”

“Not just kids,” Trunks started to butt in, and as much as you loved your younger brother, he needed to keep his mouth shut, “He still brings (Y/N) gifts!”

“He watches you as well?”

“Well. I suppose? It’s just like— it’s what he does. He—”

“It’s like the song!” Goten supplied cheerfully, “He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good—”

“Thank you, Goten,” You cut him off with a smile, “You— I think my dad gets the point.”

In the kitchen, Bulma and Pancy were talking, hushed voices discussing the gifts that they had gotten, what had yet to be bought, and what plans they had coming up. Bulma was excited, holidays were always a special thing, even when she was younger. As she’s gotten older, she’s had more people to celebrate with. Going from her, her sister, and her parents, to the large family she’s created has been a gift in itself.

She was finishing up adding little toppings to the hot chocolate when you came into the kitchen, almost crashing through the doorway, panic evident on your face.

Pancy coo’ed, “What’s wrong dear?”

“Uh— mom I think you need to diffuse dad.”

“What happened?” She sounded more annoyed than afraid, knowing whatever it was that set her husband off could boil down to something as simple as Goten making a comment about his father. 

“He learned who Santa is,” You stood up, wringing your hands together nervously, and Bulma placed the tray of hot chocolate down, “And he is not exactly too happy about the idea of a strange man stalking his kids.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, before motioning for you to walk. The pair of you made your way into the living room, Panchy offering to finish the drinks for when the events were over. In the living room, Trunks and Goten looked more panicked than you had, trying to calm Vegeta down. 

“Vegeta— what is going on?” Your mother’s voice was loud and demanding, and Vegeta turned to her quickly.

“You mean to tell me you have been aware of a grown man stalking the earth’s children all year, and then deciding to play judge, jury, and executioner during the Christmas holiday?”

Oh, you hadn’t been kidding.

“Well,” When he puts it like that it does sound a bit creepy, “Didn’t you celebrate holidays on your planet?”

“We celebrated births, wars, conquers, and deaths. But we didn’t have our children being watched by some fat creep throughout the year!” He turned gold quickly, the blast of his energy knocking over the tree.

You watched it with a sad expression— at least you hadn’t placed any ornaments on it yet. Nothing was shattered or broken. 

“Vegeta,” Your mom sighed, “It’s not like how you’re thinking—”

“If he just watches children, tell me, why does (Y/N) get gifts? She’s an adult— you mean to tell me he watches her as well?”

You closed your eyes, burying your face into your hands to muffle your groan. Why hadn’t your mother told him about Santa years ago? This day would have been peaceful.

“She’s still young enough to get gifts from Santa.”

“So he still watches her, does he?”

Bulma cocked a hip, eyeing him with curiosity and annoyance, “I— yes?”

“She is a married woman,” He all but growled that out, still sore that his eldest had married Goku’s oldest, “And he lays his eyes on her in the privacy of her own home.”

“Okay, dad—”

“That is not what he does—”

“What is he talking about?” Trunks turned to Goten, watching as the energy of his mom and older sister shifted from annoyance to embarrassment.

Goten merely shrugged in response, “Your dad’s not going to go kill Santa, is he?”

“He’s not in the North Pole right now,” Trunks shook his head, arms crossed as he answered like this was the most obvious thing in the world, “He could be at any of the malls around the world visiting kids. He can’t waste time searching for him.”

“Oh, he visits malls now does he?” Vegeta turned his gaze to the two of them.

“Yeah, we went to see him last week,” Trunks answered, pointing to the mantle piece where your mom had printed out the picture of the two of you with Santa.

Your mom had insisted the pair of you wear matching red and white outfits, and though they were itchy, the trip to visit Santa had been fun, refreshing almost. However, with the way your father’s mind was rearing, seeing a photo of his children, one perched on Santa’s lap, the other leaning against his side, was enough to seal the deal: he had to kill Santa.

“I told him what I wanted for Christmas, he even knows our names!” Trunks looked so proud, Santa had in fact told him he’d been a good boy that year.

“Trunks!” You couldn’t help but hiss his name at him, and he looked confused as to why you were scolding him.

“Okay, Vegeta,” Your mom pinched the bridge of her nose, “Calm down.”

“I will not calm down,” He seethed, “This man holds too much power, and to hold it over our children? I will not allow such a thing.”

“Dad,” You sighed, “It’s a normal thing! Christmas is a widely celebrated holiday, Santa visits all those who celebrate it and—”

“So he’ll be visiting our home then, correct?”

“Yes, but—”

“Good,” Thankfully, he powered down, his energy decreasing, blonde fading the black, “I shall wait for him then.”

“Oh boy,” Your mother sighed.

“When he enters our home, which as I’ve learned is considered breaking and entering, I shall challenge him. Any man able to travel the entire planet in one night must contain an immense level of power.”

“Oh my,” You turned towards your mother, exasperated, “Mom!”

“Vegeta,” She pats you on the back, “I need to talk to you. In the kitchen.” Your father scoffed, arms crossing over his chest, but he moved to walk to the kitchen nonetheless, “You three— clean this up.”

“We didn’t make the mess,” Trunks whined, but Goten moved to prop up the tree and defeated, Trunks helped him.

Your parents left for the kitchen, hopefully, your mother would explain to him that Santa was in the face, not real, so there was no immortal man stalking the children of the world. You cringed a bit— it does sound a bit creepy when explained like that.

A knock echoed from the door, and a moment later Gohan was walking in, a large smile on his face. It faded when he saw the boys struggling with the tree and the stressed look on your face.

“What happened?” He stepped forward almost cautiously, moving to wrap his arms around you, “I thought you all were just tree decorating?”

“Dad learned who Santa was today,” Your voice was muffled from where you had buried your face in his shirt.

“Oh,” He nodded in understanding, “I assume he didn’t like the idea of him?”

“He’s gonna try and fight Santa when he comes to deliver our presents,” Trunks supplied from where he was in the air, trying to help Goten steady the tree once more.

“Oh?”

Goten looked over at his big brother, “Do you think Mr. Vegeta’s gonna try and kill Santa?”

“If he does I hope I’m still on the good list,” Trunks looked stressed, “I’m not the one trying to kill him.”

Gohan laughed, “Relax buddy, your dad’s not going to kill Santa.”

“Our dad really likes Santa,” Goten floated over to you, and though you had grown more than used to the group of Saiyans using their powers around you, having Goten or Trunks fly up to be eye level with you was always funny, “He didn’t know who Santa was when he came back from the dead! Mom had to tell him, and when he first met him dad was really excited!”

“Oh yeah?” You side-eyed your husband who snorted, “Yeah. Guess it makes sense that Vegeta didn’t know about Santa, but it was surprising with dad.”

From the kitchen, a very loud, “What?” echoed throughout the house, and you had a hunch that, if your dad didn’t like the idea of Santa, he liked the realization of being fooled even less.

“I think it would have been easier to let him fight one of the mall Santas,” You muttered to Gohan, watching as Goten and Trunks plugged the lights in, marveling at their own handy work.

“Don’t say that,” He looked amused despite the worry in his voice, “Can you imagine that poor worker?”

You laughed, it proved to make a funny sight. Though you knew the poor minimum wage worker wouldn’t stand a chance against your father. Family Christmas fighting the law doesn’t sound like a good way to end the year. 

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You took everything you had said earlier back; nervous didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. The closer to the camp sight the bus got, the shakier your hands got. You did your best to hide them, though the worried looks Yaku was sending your way says you weren't doing a great job at it.

"Hey," You could feel the bus begin to slow down as Kuroo turned around to look at you, the playfulness that had been present was gone, and you were grateful for the small smile he was sending your way, "You'll be fine. We're going to be the first team there more than likely, so you have time to get adjusted before everyone else shows up."

You nodded, moving to stand as Nekomata called for everyone to hop off the bus. The third years and you were the first ones off the bus after the coaches departed, grabbing your bags and waiting to make sure everyone else deboarded.

Lev groaned as he stretched, "That was way too long to be sitting."

Yaku rolled his eyes, gently nudging the first year to continue walking, "Only for a tall freak like you."

"Hey! That wasn't nice!"

Kai wandered over to you, offering to carry one of your mini bags for you, and you agreed, wanting to once more go over the notes he and Nekomata had curated for you to study. You may have begun to understand volleyball more, but after expressing your fear of embarrassing yourself in front of these other teams, they had made you more things to study.

"The other teams have managers too," You two began walking, Kuroo and Yaku ahead of you, already bickering about who knows what, "I'm sure you'll get along well with them. Karasuno has a newer manager too, so you two will probably be in similar boats."

You let out a breath, "Right."

"I'm serious," You glanced over at him, "It'll be fine. We were all nervous our first training camps, but you get used to them."

Nodding, you entered the building where your rooms would be. Each team had their own room, and due to the smaller numbers, the managers all had one room to them. You were too scared to ask earlier if you had to room with your team or by yourself; both sounding not ideal.

You entered the room, dropping your bags off in a little area, mentally claiming the small spot as your own. That wasn't too presumptuous was it? Maybe you should wait for the others to show up, offer them first dibs.

Sighing, you shook your head to yourself, there was no point in worrying about it now. If any of the other girls had issues you'd quickly move your stuff-- easy fix.

A knock at the door had you turning, Shibayama peering in curiously, "Hey, we're going to set up in gym one right now, and Kuroo wants to know if you'll lead some warm up drills?"

And the day starts.

"Are we starting practice matches when they show up?"

He shook his head, "He says Lev and Yamamoto have too much energy, so this is more to tire them out so they don't annoy him."

You snorted at that, sometimes Kuroo reminded you of an over exhausted pre-school teacher. Glancing at your bag, you followed Shibyama out and towards the gym, you'd change later.

You had gotten held up by a teacher before you departed, and in turn, weren't able to change out of your school uniform. It wasn't uncomfortable per say, but you'd trade out the skirt for a pair of Nekoma sweatpants before the practice matches started.

The chatter inside the gym wasn't loud, but you could hear it from right outside. Inuoka and Lev were helping set nets up, Kuroo was discussing something with Kai, and when they saw you, they motioned you over.

You left Shibayama who promptly went over to help with some other set ups, making your way to your captain and vice-captain. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at you.

"You're still in your school uniform?"

You shrugged, "I was going to change before the actual practice matches started. Didn't want to waste precious time tiring Lev out."

Kai chuckled, while Kuroo just sighed, and the mental image of him as a pre-school teacher was back. He handed you a clipboard, "It'll be a shorter night, but we figured these starting rotations would be good. Only a few teams will be here today, the rest arrive tomorrow. So we'll just be in this gym for tonight."

Two courts, four teams. Okay so there were three other schools showing up today, no worries. Fukurodani, Shinzen, and Karasuno today. It seemed in order, Kuroo was good with scheduling, and to be fair you didn't often have to correct his work. He was just paranoid from when he royally screwed up during exam week; the poor guy was running off of no sleep and way too much coffee.

You handed it back, "Those are two of the teams I'm supposed to be weary of, right?" The question was asked dryly, and Kuroo huffed at your tone.

"Don't appreciate the sarcasm, but yes. Thank you for asking." Kai just chuckled, patting him on the arm.

"Lev, I swear to the gods if you don't stop-"

"Yaku, come on! What's the point of a training camp if we're not training?"

"We're just warming up now, put the ball down!"

You sighed, understanding Kuroo's petulance from earlier. Damn rooster-headed captain laughed as you stalked over to where Yaku and Lev were bickering.

"Yaku's right, Lev, we're going to run some drills before we start with anything else."

Lev pouted at your words, and Yaku looked far too smug after bullying the first year. You raised an eyebrow at him, "If you both have enough energy to be bickering why not run some extra laps, hm? I was going to have everyone start with fifteen, but I think you two need a bit more than that. Does twenty five sound good?"

The two blanched at your words, the sickly sweet tone you had adopted since filling this position, you had been told, was terrifying. Yaku looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his head, but decided against arguing.

"Sorry," Lev muttered, and you nodded.

"Now put the ball back, Lev, and the two of you can get started. I'll have the others join you when you hit ten laps."

He nodded, the pout disappearing as he thought of something, "Oh! Watch this!"

Before you or Yaku could say anything, he launched the ball, clearly aiming to throw it directly into the basket. It made it, in a sense, before bouncing off all the other balls inside, and flying out the still open door. He stared after it, almost surprised by the outcome.

"Go start your laps." Was all you said, sending the two off.

You could hear Kuroo's stupid cackle from across the gym, and turned quickly, glaring his way as well. "You wish to join them, captain?"

He sobered up rather quickly, "No. I'm good, thanks."

You huffed, turning to gather the stray ball. Nekomata chuckled from where he and Naoi were talking. You all had barely been here and these troublemakers were already... well, making trouble.

The ball had bounced further down the sidewalk than you had thought, and you had to walk a good few meters away to get it. Though before you could lean down to grab it, the presence of someone startled you.

This kid appeared out of nowhere.

He was staring at you, almost as confused by your presence as you were of his.

"Um, hello?" The hold he had on his bag tightened as he awkwardly greeted you.

He was short, bright and unruly orange hair. He seemed nervous, reminding you of one of your younger cousins whenever he got caught doing something he shouldn't have been. Maybe he was wandering around and didn't think anyone would be here.

"Hey," You squatted to grab the ball, walking a bit closer to him, "Are you lost? I don't think you're supposed to be here, kid."

His cheeks burned bright at your comment, and he stammered over whatever he was trying to say.

"Hinata! What did I tell you about running off, man?"

You two turned, a guy about your age calling out to the red head, Hinata, also carrying a bag at his side. The two of you made eye contact, and the man froze where he was standing.

No one said a word, and you awkwardly moved the ball around in your hands, "Um, are you his older brother?"

Hinata sputtered at the question, "He's not my older brother!"

The other guy didn't say anything, simply staring at you silently. It was starting to make you feel a bit uncomfortable. "Uh-"

"Pretty girl!"

His shout caught you off guard, and you felt your shoulders raise, cheeks burning at the words shouted your direction. Mouth parted slightly, you took notice as other people began walking into view.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

You turned to Hinata, "Are you all here for the volleyball training camp?"

He nodded enthusiastically, "We're Karasuno high school!"

"Oh." Was all you managed to say, looking from him to the others who were walking up curiously.

One of them stepped forward, the way he walked reminded you of Kuroo some, and he smiled at you. Oh he was... he was handsome. Your cheeks burned even hotter at your own thoughts.

"Hello, I'm Daichi, Karasuno's captain. Who are you?"

"Oh, uh," You were stammering like Hinata had been when you called out to him, introducing yourself, "I'm Nekoma's manager."

He blinked, "Their manager? I didn't know they had gotten one. That's great!"

He smiled down at you, and you felt your heart flutter some. This was dangerous.

Wait, weren't you supposed to avoid this team? Because-

"What!" Someone else came into view, standing next to the buzz cut guy who called you pretty a few minutes ago, "Nekoma got a manager too?"

You stepped back, the attention scaring you, and you were beginning to feel like you had when you first became Nekoma's manager. "Uh, yes?"

"She's so pretty!"

"Stay strong, Noya," The buzz cut guy grabbed his friends shoulder, "We must remain strong!"

Those two. You were supposed to avoid those two.

You failed.

"Hey!" You had never been so happy to hear Yamamoto's yells before, "Back off our manager!"

You felt yourself breath a bit easier as your team came out of the gym, Lev and Yaku looking a bit more winded than the others. Kuroo hurried over to you, smiling at Daichi.

"Well well, I thought you all weren't going to be here until later."

Daichi sighed, "We thought so too. Kiyoko really saved us with motion sickness medicine for Hinata though, so we pulled through."

"I would have rather your managers meet ours before the rest of your crows," Kuroo muttered, standing close enough to you that you could feel his body heat, "Especially your rowdy second years."

"Yeah, sorry about them," His apology was directed towards you, and you waved it off.

"Oh, no, it's- it's okay!"

"Yachi and Kiyoko are putting their stuff away, if you want to go introduce yourself to them."

He really needed to stop smiling at you, it was not doing good things to your heart.

"And change into something that's less cute," Kuroo muttered to you, half playful, half serious.

You self consciously tugged at the end of your skirt, those sweat pants were really calling your name. You quickly bowed towards the rest of Karasuno, "It's nice to meet you all! I'll be back!"

With as much dignity as you could muster you sped walked back towards the rooms, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. You thought you were going to have more time to calm down before meeting more strangers? Oh you were so making Kuroo do some type of drill he hated as punishment.

Outside of the manager's room, you took a moment to compose yourself. You patted your cheeks, hoping the flush would die down soon, before softly knocking on the door to announce your presence, before sliding the door open.

"Um, hello," You stepped inside, the two figures turning to look at you.

One of them was a bit shorter than you, she seemed like a first year. She had cute little star hair clips in her hair, and she seemed almost more nervous than you were. The other one was down right beautiful, and you were regretting agreeing to come to this training camp.

You introduced yourself, "I'm Nekoma's new manager. Daichi said you two were Kiyoko and Yachi?"

The taller of the two, Kiyoko, smiled softly at you, "Yes. I'm Kiyoko, this is Yachi. It's lovely to meet you."

"Yeah!" Yachi echoed, voice a bit louder than necessary, all nervous smiles, "I didn't know Nekoma got a manager!"

"I really only started a few weeks ago, Kuroo had to beg me to come to the training camp. He also said you all would be a bit later coming, so I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you two."

"No, it's alright," Kiyoko waved off your apology, "It was good luck and proper planning that got us here now, something I fear we often lack when traveling."

Yachi nodded, "Yeah! I'm going to start packing a mini first aid kit, and I'll keep motion sickness medicine in it for any time we travel in the future."

That didn't seem like a bad idea. Granted, none of your teammates got sick traveling, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.

"Oh, if you don't mind I need to change," You motioned towards your uniform, "Then I can meet you all back at the gym."

"We can wait for you if you'd like," Yachi offered, voice tentative, "Only if you want though!"

"Oh," You blinked, before smiling, "That would be nice, yeah!"

These two were so sweet, you were starting to look forward to this training camp. Yaku and Kai were right, they were all nice, and even the quick talk with the other team, they all seemed sweet.

This would be fun, you were sure of it now.


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9 months ago
𝒯𝓈𝓊𝒷𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒰𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓎𝒶

𝒯𝓈𝓊𝒷𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒰𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓎𝒶

𝒯𝓈𝓊𝒷𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑜 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒰𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓎𝒶

𝒜/𝒩: Completely inspired by the "After Midnight" prompt that @stunie wrote for Tsubakino x Reader. I was re-listening to the song and the "I wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don't mind" had me thinking... Umemiya.

The club lights were low, the music blaring. At this rate you couldn’t even make out the lyrics, and your once fruity drink was watered down to a sad state.

There were a decent amount of people around; dancing, laughing, drinking. Yet you never felt as alone as you did now.

Your boyfriend— your friend? Your date.

Your date had ditched you a bit ago, a rushed apology that’d he be back, an aggressive kiss to the cheek, and you smiled, unable to respond before he was gone.

Five minutes turned into ten.

Ten into twenty.

Twenty into thirty.

At this rate you’d been sitting here alone longer than you’d been there with him. You shouldn’t be surprised, he had a knack for ghosting you in the middle of a week or ditching you on a scheduled date— hang out?

“Don’t tell me he’s done it again?”

It took you a moment to process that those words were directed to you, and you looked up from where you had been counting water droplets on the cup to see Tsubaki, a pout on his lipstick covered lips.

“Tsubaki?”

He sat down next to you, throwing his hair back over his shoulder, leaning so he was pressed against you, “Did he ditch you?”

You nodded sadly, pointing to where he was stood: a group of his friends surrounding him. There were some guys you had met briefly, having the displeasure of hearing their comments about you, and some new pretty faces. Girls that were leaning on him, leaning to be closer to him. The sight didn’t even break your heart anymore, so used to this same old song.

Tsubaki clicked his tongue, eyes narrowed at the group, before he turned his gaze back to you, “I’m sorry pretty girl,” He reached forward, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers brushing the underside of your jaw with a feather like pressure, “You deserve better than him.”

You took in a shaky breath, smiling weakly at him with a shrug, “It’s… not like we’re official yet,” He frowned at the word ‘yet’ but let you continue, “So he’s just…”

He was just what? Dragging you places outside of your comfort zone just to ditch you? Flirting with other girls in front of you before telling you behind closed doors they meant nothing to him?

Tsubaki seemed to think for a second, before grinning, a sly look on his face. The music grew louder, and he leaned forward, lips so close to your ear.

“I have an idea,” He sang the sentence quietly, his warm breath tickling your skin, and you couldn’t fight the shiver that ran up your spine.

Before you could ask he was moving, standing up and grabbing your hand. He pulled you forward, helping you stumble out of your seat.

“Ah— Tsubaki! What are we—”

You glanced back at your table, not missing the watery drink you left behind, glancing further to see your movement had caught the attention of your not-so-date.

You stopped abruptly, almost tripping over yourself as Tsubaki came to a stop, giggling to himself as he helped steady you.

“Ume-chan!” You glanced around him, see Umemiya nursing a drink.

He glanced up, setting the drink down with a smile, soft eyes glancing your way. You saw a flicker of surprise before it went away.

Tsubaki moved you to stand in front of him, leaning against your back, arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder as he spoke.

“Her date ditched her,” You winced at how bluntly it was put but, it was the truth.

Umemiya frowned at that, head tilting, “The same guy?”

“The same one,” You could hear the pout in Tsubaki’s voice, and you opened your mouth, to argue or defend him, you weren’t sure, but he continued.

“He left our poor girl sitting all alone.”

“He— he didn’t— he said he’d be coming back.” Even to yourself your argument sounded weak.

Unemiya frowned, making eye contact with Tsubaki. There was a moment of silence, before the frown on his face morphed into one of a small smile.

“Ume-chan,” Tsubaki moved the two of you, pushing you closer to where Umemiya was sat, “I had a brilliant idea.”

“Oh?” He sounded amused, leaning against his palm, looking up at the two of you, “Go on.”

“Well,” He shifted, moving so he could easily make eye contact with you, “How about you accompany us instead? I promise you, you’ll have a much better time with us than you would with him.”

Your cheeks burned at the meaning behind his words, and you glanced from him to Umemiya, whose smile hadn’t faded once. His eyes were bright, despite being half-lidded as he watched the two of you silently.

“I,” You swallowed, “I don’t know…”

Truth is you did know, the moment Tsubaki had taken your hand to lead you away from the table. The moment his attention was unwaveringly on you, you were ready to leave with him, follow him anywhere. Your heart felt like it was trying to beat out of your chest.

“We won’t do anything you won’t like,” Coming from Umemiya it sounded like a promise, his voice deep and sincere, “Just say the word and we’ll stop.”

You squeaked in surprise, Tsubaki giggling from where he had blown cool air against your neck, lips hovering mere centimeters from your skin.

“You can say no, and we’ll walk you home right now,” He said, pressing a quick kiss below your ear, chast and sweet, “But if you say yes,” His voice was sweet, practically dripping with honey.

You licked your lips, anticipation and nerves bubbling in your stomach. You risked a glance back, your date, not having moved from his group, but his eyes were trained on you. He looked upset, he looked angry.

A part of you liked that; that he was angry by your attention being taken by others. But the bigger part of you didn’t care. He had abandoned you time and time again, played with your heart by avoiding placing a label on whatever it was you two were.

You turned back, feeling your heart jump when you realized Umemiya hadn’t stopped looking at you. You know your voice would leave you, so you nodded, a firm look on your face.

Tsubaki squealed in your ear, his arms tightening around you. His lips pressed against your cheek, and he peppered you with quick, little kisses, his lipstick staining your cheek as he moved closer to the edge of your lips.

In a whirlwind of movements, you found yourself sandwiched between Umemiya and Tsubaki in the booth they had been seated in. You were practically leaned back onto Ume, one of his arms resting on the back of the booth, caging you in. Tsubaki was angled to be in front of you, hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek bone.

“You’re so beautiful,” His little compliment came out like a sigh, “Too beautiful to be treated like that.”

You felt more than heard Umemiya chuckle, voice closer to your ear than you thought, “We’d never abandon you like that,” Tsubaki hummed in agreement, “A guy like him doesn’t deserve you.”

You swallowed, heart hammering in your chest. You didn’t respond— you don’t even know what you would have said in response.

Tsubaki leaned forward, and your eyes shut automatically, his lips pressing against yours firmly. He tasted like a mixture of cherries and vodka, his lipstick sticky and sweet. You sighed into the kiss, and he giggled, deepening it slowly.

He was warm against you, and your insides felt like they were on fire. It felt good, better than any quick kiss or fast make out session your old-date subjected you to.

By the time Tsubaki pulled back you were out of breath. Cheeks flushed and lips lightly swollen, holding the same shade of lipstick that Tsubaki wore. He smiled, thumb swiping against your bottom lip, lingering for a beat.

“Such a pretty girl…”

You couldn’t fight the whimper that left your lips, pupils blown as you stared at him. He smiled, “Better not let Ume-chan feel left out.”

You were shifted, man-handled as if you weighed almost nothing, turning to face Umemiya. His gaze was dark, eyes trained on your lips. Tsubaki was behind you, a warm and solid force, grounding you.

Umemiya hummed, “Red’s a good look on you,” Before he leaned in.

Kissing Umemiya was different. Tsubaki tasted as sweet as he kissed, lips soft and smooth. Umemiya tasted like alcohol, a deep and warm flavor that took over your senses. Kissing Tsubaki was fun and breathtaking, kissing Umemiya stole your breath.

It was no question whether he was in control of the kiss, deepening it slowly, invading all your senses slowly. Kissing him felt like an eternity, but he pulled back only a minute later, a thin line of spit connecting between your lips.

If you were any more in your senses you would have been embarrassed.

Your face felt like it was on fire, panting quietly between them. Tsubaki giggled in your ear, “Better than your ex-date, huh?”

You nodded, voice cracking as you quietly agreed, “So much better.”

A/N: i began! panicking about my writing at the end! and my brain stopped working! so i’m so sorry if it sucked! >.<


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11 months ago

they’re so squishy

Baby Kuroken♡⁠ || Haikyuu!! Movie - Decisive Battle At The Garbage Dump.
Baby Kuroken♡⁠ || Haikyuu!! Movie - Decisive Battle At The Garbage Dump.
Baby Kuroken♡⁠ || Haikyuu!! Movie - Decisive Battle At The Garbage Dump.

Baby Kuroken♡⁠ || Haikyuu!! movie - Decisive battle at the garbage dump.


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8 months ago

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

2 months ago

Who needs store-bought serotonin when I can re-watch Haikyuu again?


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