Whoo! Writing a story that isn't Ouran or Thomas Sanders? What is going on? And when I have ALL THESE OTHER CHAPTERS I SHOULD BE WRITING INSTEAD OF THIS? WHAT THE HELL, ME?

To anyone who is waiting for my other stories, I'm sorry, but my writer's block is still going strong, so I figured I'd write something different for a change before going back. It's worked out for me before.

Fair warning, this is the first Haikyuu story I've ever written.


"Yamaguchi? Aren't you finished yet?"

"Just a sec! Sorry, Tsukki!"

"Well, hurry up. Or I'll lock you in."

"Wait!"

Yamaguchi's head jerked up, staring at the door in confusion as Daichi and Sugawara ran into the club room. What were they doing back here? They'd left nearly five minutes ago along with most of the others, leaving Yamaguchi and Tsukkishima alone to finish changing and locking up.

"Dai-san? Suga-san? Is something wrong?"

"Ah…" Sugawara gave him a sheepish smile, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his head. "I can't find my phone and I'm hoping it's somewhere in here?"

Immediately, Yamaguchi dropped his bag on the bench, giving the 3rd years a smile. "Oh, I'll help you find it!"

"Yamaguchi…"

"It'll only take a few seconds, Tsukki! Then we can leave!"

Tsukkishima gave him a little glare from the doorway before clicking his tongue and pulling back. But the door didn't shut, and Yamaguchi didn't hear heavy footsteps walking away, so he knew Tsukki wouldn't leave him behind.

Not that Yamaguchi assumed he would. Because he never did.

The three spread out in the club room, looking in lockers and under spare sheets of paper. Yamaguchi wrinkled his nose upon finding a half-completed, week-old math assignment with Hinata's name scrawled on the top when a loud smacking sound echoed through the room. He spun around, raising an eyebrow at the palm-shaped red mark now appearing on Sugawara's forehead. Yamaguchi could practically hear Tsukki's barb about losing brain cells in the back of his mind. His lips curled into the hint of a smile.

"I'm so dumb! Daichi! Call my phone!"

"What? Oh... duh."

Fishing his own phone out of his pant's pocket, Daichi pressed the screen a few times before looking up. A few seconds later, and Yamaguchi faintly heard… what was that?

"Hello? Hellooo? Can anybody hear me? I'm just a lil' telephone! But I've been cruelly kidnapped, and I'm being held inside this person's pocket! Maybe you can fish me out? Somebody please, call the police!"

Rolling his eyes, but unable not to smile at the funny ringtone, Yamaguchi followed the quiet sounds over to his bag. Lifting it off the bench, Yamaguchi blushed. There it was. He'd actually set his volleyball bag on top of Suga-san's cell phone without even realizing it. Damn, how dumb.

"Suga-san, I found it-"

He paused, staring at the screen. It was lit up with Daichi's contact name… and...

"Oh, thank god!" Suga ran up to Yamaguchi's side and grabbed his phone, declining the call and making the screen go black. "Thank you both so much!"

Yamaguchi nodded as he was given a really hard "pat" before Sugawara went off to thank Daichi as well. He stared after Sugawara, though, unable to look away.

Because Sugawara had Daichi's number saved under the name Daichi-kun with red heart emojis framing the characters.

Did Daichi know? Was Sugawara playing a prank on him? Was it a leftover joke on Sugawara he just never got around to fixing? Was it a joke on Daichi?

"Thank you, too, Dai-kun." And with that, Sugawara threw his arms around Daichi's shoulders, nuzzling his nose against his neck before pulling away.

Yamaguchi managed to not openly gape as the two 3rd years left, Daichi using a hand on Sugawara's lower back to steer him while Sugawara scrolled through the texts he'd received while his phone was "missing".

When… when did that happen? Are they a-

"Yamaguchi? I swear, if you're still not ready I will actually leave you behind for once."

"Ah! C-coming, Tsukki!"

Pushing Sugawara and Daichi as far back into his mind as he could manage, Yamaguchi ran out of the clubroom, Hinata's poorly done and ridiculously late assignment still in his hands, ready to be made fun of.

*\/*

A week went by and, to Yamaguchi's surprise, nothing was really different. After the first night of revisiting nearly every moment he'd witnessed between Daichi and Sugawara, Yamaguchi realized he didn't have anyone to blame but himself for not seeing it sooner. The close contact, the smiles... heck, even the punches from Sugawara after Daichi scared the hell out of him made a lot more sense now.

But regardless of Yamaguchi's self-proclaimed stupidity and his newly possessed information, volleyball practice went on as per usual. And so did the rest of Yamaguchi's life. Coach Ukai still treated the team to meat buns once a week, Hinata and Kageyama still bickered like it was the only way for them to breathe, and Tsukki still walked Yamaguchi home after practice.

Except today.

"Ah, Tsukki? I'm heading this way."

Yamaguchi knew he didn't have to phrase it like that. Tsukki knew he had extra pinch serving practice with Shimada-san every Tuesday and Thursday night. Yamaguchi could just say goodbye to his friend and part ways without missing a beat if he wanted.

But…

Tsukkishima made a low humming noise in his throat before saying, "Don't forget to study for the math test tomorrow."

Yamaguchi smiled and agreed before exchanging goodbyes with Tsukkishima and parting ways. He was still smiling as he walked, a newfound pep in his step. Tsukki's so nice when he wants to be. I guess he noticed how I've been having trouble with this latest chapter. I wish I could've studied with him tonight…

Right before Yamaguchi rounded the corner to the main street, a loud voice stops him in his tracks. It sounded like…

Is that Tanaka-san?

Sure enough, when Yamaguchi peeked around the corner, he saw Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita walking on the other side of the street. They were walking in pairs to leave room for passing cars, each boy holding a different kind of ice cream. Only three of them were enjoying their treats, however, while Tanaka waved his around in the air to emphasize whatever story he was loudly sharing. Yamaguchi was surprised to see them. He'd never run into his teammates on his walk before. And even more surprising was to see Tanaka and the other second years without Nishinoya bouncing around as well.

Deciding he was done hiding from his teammates for no good reason, Yamaguchi straightened his back and walked around the corner. He was in the process of raising a hand in greeting when he faltered.

The four boys had passed the street Yamaguchi was on, so now he could see them from the back. Tanaka and Ennoshita were at the front, and while Tanaka's right hand was waving around wildly, his popsicle slowly beginning to drip over his fingers, his left was holding Ennoshita's waist to keep the other boy pressed against his side. Kinoshita and Narita were linking pinkies as they walked behind the other two.

Not making any sudden moves, Yamaguchi carefully walked backwards until he could no longer see the second years. Then he clapped a hand over his mouth and let out a long breath, head falling back against the house behind him.

Holy shit… they're on a double date!

*\/*

Learning about Daichi and Sugawara had been nothing. Super easy. One night of deep thought and Yamaguchi was good to go. But Tanaka and Ennoshita? Narita and Kinoshita?

Tanaka and Ennoshita?

TANAKA?

Yeah, the latest of Yamaguchi's revelations was a little harder to swallow. Probably because this time around he had little to no warning about their underlying romantic feelings beforehand. Which was more than a little insulting considering how much Yamaguchi ended up talking to the 2nd year "bench riders". He thought he knew them pretty well.

Whoop. Guess not.

The worst part is that now that he knows about it… he can't stop seeing it everywhere.

Ennoshita giving Tanaka small smiles, even if he's calling the other boy out for being dumb. Narita and Kinoshita snickering in the corner by themselves, faces too close to be considered "friendly". Daichi and Sugawara practicing receives… and Sugawara somehow convincing his boyfriend to "fix" his stance and now Daichi's hands were on Sugawara's hips and-

Yamaguchi startled when his water bottle was abruptly removed from his hands. Whipping his head around, he watched as Tsukkishima flipped the slowly dripping water bottle right side up before pressing it back into Yamaguchi's hands.

He blushed, realizing what had almost happened. "Ah… thanks, Tsukki."

"Be more careful next time."

Yamaguchi gives his friend a weak chuckle before taking a long drink, forcing his gaze to the ceiling. Not only was he trying to avoid staring at one of the couples again, but now he had to worry about Tsukki's gaze. While his friend might not ask outright, Yamaguchi knew he was curious about what was wrong. It's probably outrageously obvious that something had knocked Yamaguchi off balance, but he couldn't bring himself to say it outloud.

Am I the only one who knows? Was I the only one who didn't know? Did they purposefully not tell me? Was I somehow putting out homophobic signals? They can't tell that I'm bisexual? Oh god, how would one even start that conversation? 'Hey, hi, sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice how gay you're all being and I was wondering if you wanted me to keep quiet about it or if you now want to kill me because I "know too much"?'

"Hey, Yamaguchi!" This time it's Nishinoya who pulls Yamaguchi out of his thoughts. "C'mon! I want to practice receiving your jump float!"

Yamaguchi blinked before smiling, calling out, "You already have Asahi-san's power serve to worry about!"

But even as he spoke he had already set his water bottle back down on the bench and was jogging across the gym. He was glad that he got the chance to practice with Nishinoya-san. While he did get mixed feelings whenever his "senpai" did or didn't get his serve up in the air, it was probably one of the most symbiotic practice times of the whole team.

Oh, and Asahi-san, too, of course.

It was a shame the three really only got to practice like this for a half-hour at the end of afternoon practice, but it was a nice way to wind down and really hone their main skills. And now, it was also acting as a good way to get the couples out of Yamaguchi's head. When he really focused on his jump-float serves, he could shut out everything else, which is what he sorely needed right now.

Fifteen minutes in, and Yamaguchi was in the groove. He could finally land a majority of his serves in bounds, and more than half of them were missed, if not just by the tips of Nishinoya's fingertips. Yamaguchi could barely bite back his smile, so he didn't try. He was proud of his serves, and knew that Nishinoya never gave up a receive if he could get it. So all of the "points" Yamaguchi was earning were strictly his own.

He couldn't help but mentally preen a little when Nishinoya called out compliments. Yamaguchi could feel some eyes glancing in his direction whenever he moved to serve, watching the ball and trying to guess where it would land, only to be proved wrong every time. Even Tsukkishima watched sometimes, so long as he wasn't in the middle of blocking one of Tanaka's spikes.

Yamaguchi launched another serve, nose wrinkling when Nishinoya managed an overhand receive. He reached into the cart next to him, only to find it empty. He could start collecting the mess of volleyballs littering the court they were using, but decided to wait until after Asahi final serve so he could have some help.

The run up and swing are full of power, sending the ball in almost a straight line over the net. Nishinoya had to run and dive to catch it with his fist, sending the ball up and back over to Yamaguchi and Asahi's side.

Yamaguchi entertained the idea of calling out 'Chance ball' and going after it, like they were playing a real 2-on-1 game or something, but Nishinoya was faster.

"Nice serve, Babe!"

The words ring around the gym and the volleyballs stop flying momentarily as the rest of the team turns towards the trio at the far end. It's hard to tell which boy is more red in the face, Yamaguchi or Asahi.

Asahi breaks first, dropping his face into his hands and mumbling through them about how embarrassing it was for Nishinoya to just shout out that name in the middle of practice oh my gosh what was he thinking? To his credit, Yamaguchi did not run to the nearest wall and begin bashing his forehead against it.

Oh god, here too?

Nishinoya merely laughed, his arms winding across his belly as he threw his head back. "Oh man! Yamaguchi, you look so terrified! Sorry, but that wasn't aimed at you. Cute as you are, I'm a one-at-a-time kinda guy!"

Most of their teammates join in with their own laughter, teasing Asahi's over-the-top embarrassment or, in Suga's case, calling out, "I'd hope so, Noya, or I'd have to kick your ass for messing with Asahi's fragile heart!"

From there Sugawara and Nishinoya began shouting quips back to each other, typically involving either Asahi or Daichi and some sort of physical feature. The word 'ass' made a few replays, quickly followed by the word 'thighs'.

Yamaguchi thought he might have a stroke.

"Hey, want to head out early?" Tsukkishima had somehow moved across the gym without being noticed or stopped by someone. "I don't think they're going to notice we're missing. At least not before practice is called to an end."

Yamaguchi nodded mutely and followed Tsukki out the door.

Well… at least I know that Suga-san and Daichi-san aren't hiding it. And apparently, neither are Nishinoya-san and Asahi-san.

Because no one else had seemed surprised by Asahi's nickname.

No one but Yamaguchi.

*\/*

"Yamaguchi-san? Please take these notebooks to the faculty room and leave them at my desk before lunch."

Yamaguchi bit back a groan as he nodded, plodding up to the front desk where an unfair number of journals waited for him. His shoulders dropped as he stared at them. Damn… he could already feel the strain in his arms from carrying them. And he was hungry today, too, dammit.

"Want some help?"

Sighing, Yamaguchi shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. Thanks for the offer, Tsukki, but you should go make sure no one takes our spot outside."

Tsukkishima's lips dipped into a quick frown before returning to a neutral flat. "Fine. I'll take your bento, too. Don't take too long."

"Sure thing."

And with that, Yamaguchi carefully pulled the pile off the desk and began making his way down the hallway towards the faculty room, in the direct opposite direction of Tsukkishima. In his head, Yamaguchi groaned. Sometimes he was too nice to his friend. Maybe he should've accepted the help? It didn't sound like Tsukki was unwilling… nah. He probably just doesn't want anyone to try to talk to him while he's alone. More often than not, girls were less likely to approach Tsukkishima if Yamaguchi was there, preferring to either wait or call Yamaguchi away.

Yamaguchi's eyes narrowed when he remembered how a girl's friend had called him away for what he assumed was a talk about Tsukki, only to find out she was meant to distract him so her friend could confess. That had bothered him much more than the usual questions about Tsukki's favorite this-and-that's. Tsukki hated being cornered, just like he hated sudden emotional confrontation. He once admitted that Yamaguchi's pre-emptive warnings about future confessions were a real help, letting him think the situation through before it even happened.

Tsukki had even gone slightly pink in the face, his fingers pinching Yamaguchi's school jacket while he thanked him. It was one of the cutest things Yamaguchi had ever seen!

In fact, the memory was so cute and vivid in Yamaguchi's head that he nearly walked right past the entrance to the faculty lounge without a second thought. Once he snapped out of his mental theater and spun around, the ache in his arms returned full force. Man… maybe he should start lifting weights? It would help with his volleyball skills, too. Maybe. Maybe Tsukki would even join him, though it wasn't like he needed any help with muscle build-

For the second time in the past ten minutes, Yamaguchi walked past his target. Face a light red, he quietly dropped the journals onto his history teacher's desk, hoping no one had seen his mistake.

Thankfully, after a quick look around the room, Yamaguchi was happy to note that none of the teachers there seemed to give two shits about his presence. Not even Takeda-sensei, who was seated at his own desk not even three meters away. Yamaguchi smiles, pleasantly surprised to see the team's faculty advisor a few hours earlier than planned. He quite liked Takeda-sensei. He might not be a coach, but he definitely cared about the team, and they all cared about him in return. Even-

Before Yamaguchi could wave at the advisor, another familiar face walked into the faculty lounge. A few teachers watched with small smiles as Coach Ukai made his way around various desks and teachers, two bento boxes in the crook of his left arm. His right hand hung at his side until he reached Takeda-sensei. He tapped the teacher's right shoulder, sliding into the chair on his left while Takeda-sensei was distracted.

Yamaguchi's mouth fell open as he watched the two adults finally face each other, Takeda-sensei laughing to himself at the old-school prank while Ukai-san placed one of the lunches in front of him. Takeda-sensei lifted the lid on his lunch and beamed, giving Ukai-san his praise while the other man looked away, his ears turning red.

He had no idea how long he would've kept watching if his phone hadn't suddenly vibrated frantically in his pocket. Without even looking at the screen, Yamaguchi knew it was Tsukki asking what the hell was taking Yamaguchi so long.

Without hesitation, Yamaguchi walked out of the room, pulling his phone out as he went.

*\/*

Just when Yamaguchi didn't think it could get any worse…

He forgot his water bottle.

Literally a staple at sports games around the world, be it elementary students or professional athletes, and Yamaguchi freaking forgot. And he couldn't really blame anyone else but himself. He'd taken it home to be washed last night and didn't put it back in his bag, which meant he was now spending the short break before practice in the hot early-autumn sun to buy a bottle of water from the vending machines. Possibly two. Or three, depending on how hard they were driven in practice.

He decided to just stick with two. Tsukki had given him a few spare coins and Yamaguchi didn't want to waste any more of his money than necessary. Sure, he'd pay Tsukki back later, but that wasn't the point.

Sighing, Yamaguchi feeds the machine a few coins and presses the water button. As he waits for the bottle to drop so he can repeat the action, he thinks about how off center he's been lately. And he knows exactly why.

It was because of all the damn couples now surrounding him. There were five, when two weeks ago he thought there were zero. Yamaguchi just couldn't get over how dumb he must be to have missed all the signs until they were smacking him in the face. And clearly, he was the only one caught out of the loop. Even Tsukki took the blatant flirting in stride, not acting bothered by it in the slightest other than to add some new material to his bank of quips.

In other words, Yamaguchi was the only one acting weird by it. And Tsukki had the gall to call him cool?

Granted, that had happened a month ago, but his argument still stands.

Still, at least the shock of it all was starting to wear off. There were only a handful of teammates left, and Yamaguchi knew that Tsukki wasn't dating anyone. And considering the last two were Hinata and Kageyama…

Yamaguchi smirked, the part of his brain that played along with Tsukkishima's saltiness coming into play. He let out a small laugh, tossing one of the bottles up into the air and catching it before rounding the corner to the gym entrance.

Nope. Nothing left to worry about-

"Oh, for fucks sake!"

At his sudden shout, Kageyama hastily took three steps away from the wall he had been pinning Hinata against, his lips almost has dark a red as his face. Fortunately for Hinata, he'd had his legs wrapped around Kageyama's waist while he was being pinned, so Kageyama pulling away hadn't lead to any injuries.

Or, at least it wouldn't have if Yamaguchi hadn't also startled Hinata enough for him to lose his grip.

The small boy was dropped to the ground, resulting in a yelp and a hiss of 'Bakageyama' before he realized the situation they were in. At least he wasn't so much of an idiot that he wasn't embarrassed.

Yamaguchi watched with as blank of a face as he could muster while Kageyama and Hinata apologized profusely, not meeting Yamaguchi's eyes as they backed away. With one last 'see you at practice', they ran to the doors and bolted inside.

Once they were gone, Yamaguchi crouched down and pressed his cold water bottles against his forehead, trying to restart his brain.

Maybe if I'm lucky, I can find a way to drown myself with this water before practice starts.

*\/*

"I'm so freaking oblivious!"

"Hm?"

Tsukkishima's curious glance was ignored as Yamaguchi abruptly sat down with his back to the lockers. Then he buried his face in his hands and let out a mild scream of frustration. He had just gone through what was probably the most uncomfortable practice in his life, and now that everyone else had gone for the night he was ready to explode.

Kageyama and Hinata had been shooting Yamaguchi fearful or apologetic looks all throughout practice before practically bolting from the gym when Coach blew the final whistle. And while everyone thought the early departure was weird, they thankfully didn't ask the other 1st years what had happened. Yamaguchi was sure his red face would've given it all away.

"What are you so oblivious about?"

Yamaguchi let his head fall backwards against the lockers, turning to look at Tsukki. He had paused in the middle of changing, wearing his practice shirt and uniform pants, and was now staring down at Yamaguchi.

"Oh, nothing, Tsukki… just the fact that I didn't know the entire volleyball club was made up of couples until I saw them going on dates or using pet names or kissing AGAINST A WALL!" Yamaguchi let out another small scream and smacked his face with his hands, grinding them against his cheeks. "Because, you know, I couldn't pick up on the not-so-subtle signs beforehand! God, I'm a moron…"

At his confession, Tsukkishima actually turned his whole body to face Yamaguchi. "You seriously didn't notice?"

"No…"

"How is that possible? Most of them are all over each other during practice."

"I see that now! I guess before, I just…" Yamaguchi hesitated.

Before he was confronted with the evidence face-to-face, he never really thought twice about the odd closeness between the different pairs on the team. He sort of… brushed it off as how he and Tsukki interacted with each other. Maybe not exactly the same, but with similar underlying tones of affection and closeness and trust.

Hence, the reason behind Yamaguchi's conflicting thoughts. Because whenever he saw the multiple couples talking or otherwise interacting with each other… they unearthed the unnervingly big dopey crush Yamaguchi had on Tsukkishima. Y'know, the one he'd spent the past two or three years keeping under wraps?

Yeah. That mess.

"You just… what?"

Jolting back into the real world, Yamaguchi flailed for a different route. "I mean, I guess I sort of knew, I just never connected the final piece. I mean, Kageyama and Hinata are a buy-one-get-one-free deal, same with Nishinoya-san and Asahi-san. Daichi-san and Suga-san were always kinda an item… but I never realized when they crossed the border into relationships."

Tsukkishima made a brief humming noise in the back of his throat as he pulled his practice shirt over his head. He was amused. Just as Yamaguchi predicted he would be. But before he could be told off, however-

"I suppose your, quote unquote, "obliviousness" isn't entirely your fault. Until Suga-san figured out that Coach and Sensei were a couple, everyone else did their best to keep their relationships under wraps. They all only recently decided to be more open about their relationships around the rest of the club, figuring that if everyone else was gay, no one was going to give them shit for it."

"Why didn't you ever tell me? You clearly knew about it!"

"You're the one who talks the most when we walk home. Since you never brought it up I assumed you didn't want to talk about it or found it interesting."

Yamaguchi gave his friend the stink eye before dropping his forehead against his knees. "I feel like an idiot."

Tsukki made another wordless noise, his trademark "tch", as he reached into Yamaguchi's locker and pushed the boy's clothes out so they fell on his head. "Don't forget to change. And I disagree with you. Now, if you had been unaware that we've been dating, then you might've been an idiot, but-"

"Wait, we're what?"

The two boys stared at each other, Yamaguchi's eyes and mouth open wide while Tsukkishima looked like he was holding back a scream. In the brief silence, Yamaguchi's school clothes fell off his head, landing on the floor with a soft 'thump'.

"Please don't say I heard you right."

"Tsukki… did you say that we're dating?"

"Oh god, you did say it." Then Tsukkishima doubled over and laughed. "Oh my god! You actually didn't know?"

"W-wait! You aren't joking? When did this happen? Why… why haven't you… why didn't you say something, Tsukki, Jesus!"

"I asked you out on our first date three weeks ago!"

"What?"

"You don't remember?" Tsukkishima's laughter was quieting now as he knelt down beside Yamaguchi. "We were watching that weird mermaid documentary you were so excited about and when you came back from the kitchen you brought out two slices of strawberry shortcake. You said you spent the whole day trying making it, knowing I was coming over. And after I took a moment to process how absolutely adorable you looked with your big proud smile and the plates of cake in hand, I said-"

"Date me." Yamaguchi clapped his hands over his mouth, embarrassed at both what he just said and understanding what had actually gone down that afternoon.

He buried his face in his hands while Tsukki continued, "So you do remember. When you smiled, blushed, and said 'Sure, so long as you don't hog the bedcovers', I assumed that you understood I was being serious about it."

Yamaguchi slid his hands against his cheeks, pulling back on his freckled skin as he stared at the floor. "Oh my god, I am an idiot."

"Unfortunately, I have to agree with you this time around."

Nibbling his lip, Yamaguchi risked a peek at Tsukkishima. He was no longer kneeling, now sitting comfortably at Yamaguchi's side. They made eye contact briefly before Yamaguchi looked down again.

"So… now what?"

"Well, since that for the last three weeks only one of us was in a relationship, I'd like to think that if both of us were in a relationship together we'd be even happier."

"You… were happy to be dating me?"

"Yes, though now I'm concerned that I've been looking at your intelligence with rose-tinted glasses."

Yamaguchi pressed his forehead against his knees again, hoping he'd eventually fold in on himself enough to vanish into nothingness. "Blocked."

"Wait, unblock me, I have something important to tell you."

"Unblocked."

"Date me."

Yamaguchi couldn't fully muffle the squeak he let out, or tamp down the flush that was definitely spreading past his cheeks and to his ears. But after a few seconds of minor hyperventilating and a possible heart attack, he was able to glance at Tsukkishima out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes."

""Yes" you will date me or "yes" something else? I've learned my lesson, Yamaguchi, and I won't make the same mistake twi-"

Then it was Tsukkishima's turn to make an embarrassing noise, eyes wide as he stared down his nose at the boy now kissing him. Yamaguchi's hands were clutching at his school shirt that had fallen on the floor, his eyes screwed shut as he kept their mouths pressed together for a few more seconds.

Pulling away, he found it difficult to open his eyes beyond a squint.

"Guess I was right." Tsukkishima was adjusting his glasses with his whole hand, trying in vain to hide his bright red face. "Both of us dating is much better than just me dating you."

"You're so mean to me…"

"But I do it with affection."

"Still mean."

"Shall I make it up to you? We do have three weeks to catch up on."

"Tsukki, do me a favor and shut up."

"Help me out?"

This time Tsukkishima closed the distance between them, one of his hands coming up to caress Yamaguchi's cheek as they sank against each other.

Yamaguchi had just reached up to wind his arms around Tsukkishima's neck when his boyfriend pulled back, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What?" Oh lord, his voice sounded so weak. Damn, they'd only started this kissing thing thirty seconds ago! Tsukkishima Kei was going to be the death of him.

"Does this mean you also didn't or you don't know that Yachi and Kiyoko-san are dating?"

"...Huh?"

"Dear god, I fell for one of the idiots I make fun of."

"Hm, maybe I am an idiot. I did say 'yes' to dating you."

"The second time I asked."

"This is going to be the story you use to embarrass me for the rest of our lives, isn't it?"

Yamaguchi instantly flinched, trying to think of a way to change the words he just said. They'd only been dating for three weeks -or one minute, depending on who you asked- and he was already talking about how he wanted to live the rest of his life with Tsukki.

But his boyfriend only smirked, leaning down to kiss him again, bring with him the ghost of the word, "Absolutely."


Alright, I wrote most of this out over the span of two hours before going to work, so I'm not sure how good this actually is. Also, I've never written an Haikyuu story before. I hope I did well with the characterizations.

Hope you enjoyed!