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╰┈➤ when is my heart going to stop beating fast every time i see them?
╰┈➤ someone help me PLEASE.
╰┈➤ call a medic.
notes: tsukishima can’t handle his feelings like a big boy [yes, i ended this fic three years later, so?]
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[third and last part]
It’s been three months since the lights went out —when Tsukishima discovered your eyes were stars burning brightly in the night.
Three months where you hadn’t even exchanged anything but a few glances here and there.
Three months where he had definitely been avoiding you.
The three most uncomfortable months of your entire life (and it wasn’t because of the apartment that you were living in; in fact, it was by far the loveliest and calmest place you had ever slept in).
Yet, why was sharing an apartment such a difficult relationship?
But still, did you even have a relationship? A friendship, at least?
Companionship…?
You weren’t even sure what that word meant! But it certainly wasn’t what your ‘rommate-ship’ was about. Besides, you couldn’t point out when it had changed —the ‘lights out incident’ was just a funny anecdote to you: a way to remember some of your first days at your new home.
On the contrary, to Tsukishima, it was as his life had taken a huge turn: a wave of feelings had suddenly hit his heart. His emotions fluttered as he was a hormonal teenager in love. But Kei was never one of the popular jocks who had every person falling for him —he had a few students following him around during his high school days, but they were never that serious—, therefore he had never felt what having feelings for someone meant.
He felt weird around you, like he was making a fool out of himself every time you shared the same air, the same room, the same bathroom! He was out of words whenever you asked him how his day had been.
Him! The Tsukishima Kei! Who would’ve thought? Not even Yamaguchi Tadashi would’ve, to be honest.
Tsukishima didn’t know what to do anymore. His palms were always sweaty, his minds constantly occupied with thoughts about you —he used to be so serious about volleyball practice, but it was completely difficult to concentrate when he knew that he would have to come back to meet you in the apartment! He made so many mistakes during matches that his coach even thought about benching him for a few games afterwards.
So, three months after the lights went out, he made a decision: he was moving in with Tadashi for a few days until his heart calmed down.
His best friend’s apartment was too tiny to fit them both. But a place on the couch had Tsukishima’s name in it and he didn’t bother sleeping on it —even if it was half his size.
And there he was: bag at his feet; baseball cap on his head; mobile phone with three missing calls from his pretty roommate; and his right index finger was pressing the doorbell, repeatedly.
The door opened only to show Yamaguchi wearing his baby blue pajamas; his hair, a tangled mess.
“It’s six in the morning,” he stated the obvious. “What’s going on?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Tsukishima simply said as his best friend moved to the left to let him in.
“So, you decided to pack a bag and just… come over?” Yamaguchi asked after closing the door behind him. “I’m sorry, Tsukki, but I just don’t believe you at all.”
Tsukishima slowly made his way to the small green couch in the center of the living room area. He sat on the left side as his eyes took in his newest home.
A big plasma T.V stood in front of him, along with a coffee table cluttered with magazines, video game controllers, and a few empty snack wrappers. Yamaguchi's apartment was cozy but undeniably lived-in, unlike the sterile cleanliness of Tsukishima’s place.
Yamaguchi sighed, rubbing his eyes before sitting down next to Tsukishima. “Alright, spill it. What’s really going on?”
Tsukishima hesitated, looking down at his hands. He wasn’t good at this—talking about feelings. But he needed to get this off his chest. “It’s my roommate.”
Yamaguchi raised an eyebrow. “The one you’ve barely talked about? What’s wrong with them?”
Tsukishima took a deep breath. “Everything. Nothing. I don’t know. It’s just… every time I’m around them, I feel like I can’t think straight. It’s affecting everything, even volleyball.”
Yamaguchi leaned back, a small smile forming on his lips. “Ah, I see. You like them.”
Tsukishima’s head shot up, eyes wide. “What? No, that's not—
“Tsukki, you’re not fooling anyone. Not even yourself,” Yamaguchi interrupted gently. “It's written all over your face. You like them, and it’s driving you crazy.”
Tsukishima groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I don't know what to do, Tadashi. I can't keep living like this.”
Yamaguchi patted his friend's shoulder. “You need to talk to them. Maybe they feel the same way.”
“I can’t," Tsukishima said firmly. “I don't want to make things awkward. It’s bad enough as it is.”
“Then you need to find a way to deal with it,” Yamaguchi said. “Running away isn’t going to help.”
Tsukishima knew he was right. But the thought of confronting his feelings, and you, was terrifying. “I just need some time away. To clear my head.”
Yamaguchi nodded. “Alright, you can stay here for a few days. But promise me you’ll talk to them eventually. You can't avoid this forever.”
“Yeah,” Tsukishima muttered, though he wasn't sure he believed it himself. For now, he just wanted to escape the turmoil inside him, even if it was only temporary.
As he settled onto the couch, Tsukishima couldn't help but wonder what you were doing right now. Were you worried about him? Angry? Did you even notice he was gone? He pushed the thoughts away, closing his eyes and trying to find some semblance of peace in the midst of his chaotic emotions.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, you were pacing the living room, your phone clutched tightly in your hand. You had noticed Tsukishima’s absence immediately. It was hard not to when the apartment felt so empty without him.
You had called him three times already, each time more frantic than the last. Where could he have gone so early in the morning? And why hadn't he told you?
The morning stretched into afternoon, and Tsukishima remained at Yamaguchi’s apartment, wrestling with his thoughts while Yamaguchi went about his daily routines. The quiet hum of the television played in the background as Tsukishima sat on the couch, lost in contemplation.
Then the afternoon became night, then morning again. And suddenly, two days passed without further notice.
You sat down on the couch, staring at your phone. Maybe you were overreacting. Maybe he just needed some space. But you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Three months had passed since the ‘lights out’ incident, and in that time, you had grown accustomed to Tsukishima's presence, even if he was distant and aloof. There was something comforting about knowing he was there, in the next room or sharing a meal in the kitchen.
You had tried to break through his walls, to get to know the person behind the cold exterior. But it seemed like every time you made progress, he would retreat even further. It was frustrating, but you were determined to be patient.
As you sat there, you realized just how much you missed him. His snarky comments, his occasional smirks, even the awkward silences. It was all part of the strange, complicated dynamic that had formed between you.
Taking a deep breath, you decided that when Tsukishima returned, you would confront him. You would tell him how you felt and hope that he would finally open up to you.
“What if something happened to him?” you muttered to yourself, biting your lip anxiously. You knew Tsukishima was independent and capable, but the fear of the unknown nagged at you.
Finally, unable to sit still any longer, you grabbed your keys and rushed out the door. Maybe he had gone for a walk to clear his head, or perhaps he was at a nearby cafe. You had to find him, to make sure he was okay.
As you walked down the familiar streets, you replayed your interactions with Tsukishima in your mind. Despite his aloofness and occasional sharp words, you had noticed glimpses of something more beneath his tough exterior. There were moments when his guard seemed to lower, when he would share a small smile or a thoughtful comment.
But now, faced with his sudden disappearance, you wondered if you had missed something important. Had you pushed too hard, too fast? Were you the reason he had left?
Lost in your thoughts, you almost missed the familiar figure sitting alone on a bench in the park. Tsukishima sat with his head bowed, staring at his phone with a troubled expression.
Relief flooded through you as you approached him cautiously. “Kei,” you called softly, unsure of how he would react.
He looked up, surprised to see you there. His expression softened slightly, but there was still tension in his posture. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been worried about you,” you admitted, standing in front of him. “You left without saying anything. Are you okay?”
What the hell? What’s going on with me? Tsukishima thought. Say something!
He hesitated, his gaze flickering away. “I was at Tadashi’s, and then I came to get some air. He lives ten blocks from here.”
“I understand,” you said gently, sitting down beside him. “But you could have told me. I was really worried. It’s been two days.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn't mean to cause you any concern.”
“Tsukishima,” you started, gathering your thoughts. “We've been living together for three months now, and... I feel like we barely know each other. I want to understand what's going on with you, but you keep pushing me away.”
He looked at you then, his eyes searching yours. “Am I supposed to be sorry?” he murmured. “It wasn’t my intention or anything.”
Yeah, right.
As you listened to Tsukishima’s response, frustration and hurt welled up inside you. His dismissive tone and lack of remorse grated on your nerves, making it difficult to hold back your emotions.
“You don’t have to apologize, Tsukishima,” you replied, your voice tinged with disappointment. “But a simple ‘I’m sorry for worrying you’ would have sufficed.”
He looked away, a hint of guilt flashing across his face before it was replaced by his usual aloof demeanor. “Oh, forgive me for not realizing I needed to report my every move to you,” he retorted sarcastically.
“Maybe not to you,” you shot back, your patience wearing thin. “But to me, it was. I care about you, even if you don’t seem to care about how your actions affect me.”
You felt a pang of hurt at Tsukishima’s cold response, his words cutting deeper than you expected. His aloof demeanor and sharp tongue were nothing new, but somehow, this stung more than usual.
“We’re not even friends, [Y/N],” he continued, his tone chillingly matter-of-fact. “We’re roommates. We don’t have to get along, it wasn’t on the contract.”
His dismissiveness struck a nerve, and you struggled to contain your emotions. “You’re right,” you replied, your voice steady despite the hurt bubbling inside you. “We’re roommates, but that doesn’t mean we can’t treat each other with basic respect.”
Tsukishima scoffed lightly, crossing his arms defensively. “Respect? Spare me the lecture, please.”
“You know what?” you said, your frustration simmering to the surface. “Maybe I expected too much. Maybe I thought there was more to you than this sarcastic facade. But clearly, I was wrong.”
He glanced at you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. “You don’t know anything about me,” he retorted sharply.
“Then why don’t you tell me?” you challenged, your voice tinged with both anger and sadness. “Why don’t you let me in instead of pushing me away at every turn?”
Tsukishima looked away, his jaw tightening as if grappling with his own emotions. For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words, which was rare for someone usually so quick-witted.
“You wouldn’t understand,” he muttered finally, his voice quieter than before.
“Try me,” you urged softly, your frustration giving way to genuine concern. “I want to understand, Kei. I want to know why you’re like this.”
He met your gaze then, his eyes guarded yet holding a hint of vulnerability. “Because it’s easier,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s easier than letting people in and risking getting hurt.”
Your heart ached at his confession, the walls he had built suddenly making sense. “But that’s no way to live,” you said gently, stepping closer to him. “Closing yourself off from everyone… It’s lonely, isn’t it?”
Tsukishima hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Maybe,” he admitted quietly. “But that’s a me problem. I don’t need your help nor words of encouragement.”
You paused, taken aback by Tsukishima’s sharp rebuttal. His words stung, cutting through the fragile moment of vulnerability he had just shared. The raw honesty of his admission had felt like a crack in his armor, a glimpse of the person buried beneath the sarcasm and aloofness.
“I understand,” you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the hurt. “But sometimes, we all need someone to lean on, even if it’s just a little.”
Tsukishima glanced up at you, his expression guarded once more. “I don’t lean on anyone,” he stated firmly. “I manage on my own.”
Your heart sank at his insistence on pushing you away. “You don’t have to face everything alone, Kei,” you said gently, reaching out to touch his arm lightly. “Let me be there for you.”
He tensed under your touch, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. “Why do you even care?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and defensiveness.
“Because I see more in you than you see in yourself,” you replied honestly, meeting his eyes with unwavering sincerity. “And because despite everything, I care about you.”
Tsukishima’s expression softened slightly, though his defenses remained intact. “You’re too persistent,” he muttered, almost to himself.
“Then, I’ll cease,” you answered, saddened by his awful attitude. “I’ll be at home. Let me know if I have to start looking for another place to live, though.”
Tsukishima watched you live without even flinching. He saw your move from side to side, and deep inside, he desired for you to turn around. To come back, to beg for him. Was he always this selfish?
He should be the one to be for you, to be for your forgiveness. Three months with nothing but a few words. Three months of ignoring his roommate. Three months with an unnoticed suffering.
“That was the saddest thing I’ve ever seen,” said Yamaguchi, arriving from behind Tsukishima. “And I’ve seen you reject multiple people in high school with the most monotone voice and evilness.”
Tsukishima’s expression hardened again as he turned to face Yamaguchi. “I don’t need your commentary,” he snapped, his voice laced with frustration.
Yamaguchi crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you clearly need something. What were you thinking, Tsukki?”
Tsukishima sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “I don’t know, okay? Everything’s just... complicated.”
“Complicated?” Yamaguchi echoed, shaking his head. “You like them, don't you?”
Tsukishima’s eyes widened slightly at the blunt question. “What does it matter?” he deflected. “They deserve better than someone who doesn’t even know how to talk to them properly.”
Yamaguchi stepped closer, his tone softening. “Then tell them that. Tell them how you feel. It’s better than pushing them away and hurting them even more.”
Tsukishima looked down at his feet, the weight of his own insecurities bearing down on him. “I’ll just ruin it all over again. I hate this.” he mumbled.
Yamaguchi’s expression softened further, empathy clear in his eyes. “You’re not going to ruin anything by being honest,” he said gently. “You’re human, Tsukki. You’re allowed to have feelings and make mistakes.”
Tsukishima clenched his jaw, grappling with the swirling emotions inside him. His mind raced through the memories of the past three months—your late-night cleaning sessions, your disdain for cold breakfasts and black coffee, the way you immersed yourself in the volleyball magazines he left lying around, your eyes lighting up whenever you found his name mentioned.
The way your eyes sparkled with genuine interest and admiration—it was something he had never experienced before. Something he didn't know how to handle.
He couldn't help but recall the countless times he had caught himself staring at you, wondering what it would be like to be close to you, to share more than just a living space. But he had built walls around his heart, walls he thought were impenetrable.
Taking a deep breath, Tsukishima straightened his shoulders. He knew what he had to do, even if it terrified him. Yamaguchi was right—he couldn't keep pushing you away and hurting you. He needed to be honest, to take the risk, even if it meant exposing his vulnerability.
As he made his way back to the apartment, he replayed the conversation he wanted to have with you over and over in his mind. He practiced what he would say, how he would say it. But as he reached the door, all the rehearsed words seemed to evaporate.
Gathering his courage, he opened the door and stepped inside. You were sitting on the couch, looking lost in thought. Hearing the door, you looked up, surprise and apprehension flickering in your eyes.
“[Y/N], we need to talk,” Tsukishima said, his voice steady but filled with unspoken emotion.
You nodded, sitting up straighter, bracing yourself for whatever was to come.
He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’ve been an idiot,” he began, his voice raw. “I’ve been pushing you away because… because I was scared. Scared of getting close to someone. Scared of getting hurt.”
You listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest.
“But the truth is,” Tsukishima continued, his voice softening, “I’ve come to care about you more than I ever thought possible. I’ve been hiding behind these walls, but I can’t do it anymore. I like you, [Y/N]. A lot. And I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you.”
Your eyes widened, tears threatening to spill over. “Kei… I…”
He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to try. I want to get to know you, to let you in. If you’ll give me a chance.”
A tear slipped down your cheek, and you smiled through it, the weight of the past three months lifting from your shoulders. “I’ve liked you too, Kei. Despite everything, I’ve always seen the good in you. And I want to give us a chance, too.”
Tsukishima let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief flooding through him. In that moment, the barriers he had built around his heart began to crumble, making way for something new, something hopeful.
If he was the moon, he hoped the stars would never leave his side again.
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✩｡°𝄞🎧𝄞°｡✩ news flash at karasuno high when an unknown mysterious person starts revealing everyone’s deepest secrets every morning before first period using the school’s radio.
no one is safe… except for tsukishima kei, the middle blocker from the schools’ volleyball team, who discovered the person behind karasuno f.m: you.
will you convince him to keep the secret? or is your doom slowly coming to get you?
✩｡° notes / tropes: this is kind of an enemies to lovers; there are many tiktok references; it’s silly and lighthearted; good ending ofc; angst is obviously present tho; third-year tsukishima; radio rebel inspired, i hope not as cringey tho.°｡✩
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✩ this story will be pretty silly. we’re just coming back to write here on tumblr and we decided to start again with something very lighthearted.
the type of boyfriend who loves being the little spoon but you hate being the big spoon. he loves listening your heartbeat while his face buried in your chest, but you loves snuggling on him while hugging him so tightly. between both of you, there's no one who will back down and ended this unnecessary little fight that always being you two night routine before sleep. even though you more often seems won, and he will be the big spoon eventually. yeah, he's so weak it's related of your wish. how simp. sometimes maybe he feel sad cuz he also want to be the little spoon in some situation, and that's the time you would understand him—by started pulling him to your chest, slowly rubbing his hair until you two sleeping peacefully with his rarely win.
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it’s been a month since your best friend and neighbor has been murdered. the police has yet to find out who the perpetrator is while all the clues lead to nowhere.
after weeks of hiding in your room with only the shadows and your nightmares to keep you company, someone—or something?—bursts into your life asking for your help. it’s bruno martes, your dead best friend…. and he won’t stop bothering you until you get him what he wants: revenge.
it’s a shame for him, though. he has come to the last person on earth who will help him catch the culprit: you —the one to blame for his misery.
play as a female, male, or non-binary character and romance one of the five options (four which are gender-selectable; one is non-binary), or choose the platonic route with your dead best friend.
discover the secret places of Bridgewood University, and find out who te real killer is —or who to frame into being the culprit.
help (or not) bruno to have his revenge, destroying everyone who dares to get in the way.
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live through the world of the shadows, and even get to know one of them.
domestic fluff. a small scenario of him falling asleep on facetime while you talk to him.
just smth short and domestic and fluffy, cried my eyes out yesterday so this just felt nice. wish i could’ve had a cute facetime call like this last night. also the thought of someone dozing off to you just speaking is so endearing to me
“ah shit- hey tsumu.” atsumu squinted at the brightness of the screen, watching you as your back turned to the camera, something smoking in your hands as you moved to stand over your sink.
“hey— everything okay?” he could imagine your lips tightening and the slight grimace on your face as you hummed a “mhm” back to him. that meant that everything was not in fact okay.
“in light of me totally not fucking up my breakfast, should i make a sandwhich or eat cereal?” atsumu hummed in thought, you rolled your eyes at him pretending to think. you knew his answer already.
“why don’t ya jus’ order somethin’, what about that cute cafe ya’d been mentionin’?” you turned your head over your shoulder, eyeing the screen. his drawl appeared more when he was tired, that was something you’d figured out a while ago from hours of late night calls.
and you’d been correct. atsumu was curled up in bed, room dark save for the lamp next to him that was turned on. his eyes were visibly heavy, he was definitely exhausted.
“you always say that tsumu.” your screen blurred as you picked up your phone moving it to the sink as you propped it up and went back to cleaning the charred mess on the bottom of your pan.
“anyways, how are you? tell me all about the game. is it late for you? not sure about the time over there, how many hours behind are you?” atsumu huffed a laugh, burying his face in the pillow beside him for a quick moment before turning back to the phone. you eyed the phone again, trying to keep the pointed look off your face.
“it’s uh… it’s about fourteen hours i think… it’s uh…” your attention was back on the screen as he trailed off, eyes closed in thought and his eyebrow furrowing slightly.
“what.. i was gonna say… oh! oh… uh… it’s nine somethin’… i played really good, ya’d be proud.” his eyes were fighting between flittering open and staying closed, face lax and sunk deep into his pillow.
“you know i’m always proud of you tsumu.” despite the exhaustion lagging his motion, a childish grin peeled onto his face, eyes still closed.
“want me to tell you about my day? or do you just wanna sleep tsumu?”
“tell me ‘bout yer day. unfair if ya had to hear bout mine but i didn’ hear yers…” you smiled softly, staring at the screen.
“it was okay, i haven’t done much yet today. i was gonna make breakfast but obviously that didn’t work out so well… i’ll go to that cafe later though, i’ve been craving some of their milk bread…” you prattled off about your day, your tone low and your eyes carefully watching atsumu’s face.
the second his breathing finally slowed and you heard the first sign of a small snore you shut up. you smiled softly at the phone, continuing to watch for a few more moments to be sure he really was asleep.
“goodnight tsumu. love you.” your bit your lip softly, hanging up, and sending him the same words over text.
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