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warnings: heavy swearing

playlist: get to you again-mac ayres

tsukishima adored you, you were the only person that made him soft. no, of course he wouldn’t admit it. in fact, he’d tell you to fuck off if you ever tried to bring it up. but tsukishima knew his weakness was you, even if it was one am and you both simply wanted to sleep.

“kei,” you called softly from the bed, perking up. he ignored you, hunching over his textbooks, “kei,” you repeated a bit more forcefully. he flipped you off, earning him a pillow to the head, “kei!”

“what-?!”

“take a break,” you pouted.

“we have a final next week, (name).”

“fuck the final!”

“no-”

“fuck the final!” you repeated, standing up to drag tsukishima out of his chair. he was unaware of this action as you yanked on his arm, letting out a gasp as he fell out of his chair ontop of you.

“you idiot,” he picked himself up, “are you okay? are you hurt?” you simply giggled, opening your phone to the first mac ayers song you ever introduced to tsukishima. he helped you stand, ready to sit back in his chair.

you grabbed his hands, dragging him to the middle of the bedroom, “what are you-”

“dance with me until morning,” you pleaded, “fuck the final.”

“stop saying that,” tsukishima’s eyes darted away from yours, a blush creeping over his face, “you’re so stupid, you know that?” he placed two hands on your waist.

“you’re so tense,” you placed a hand to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, “it’s just the two of us, relax.”