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But once that moment arrives for you, that’s the moment you’ll be hooked on volleyball!

HAIKYUUWEEK2020 Day 6: Favourite Moment/Scene/Match  ⇾ Tsukishima’s reaction to blocking Ushijimas’s spike ft. everyone else reacting (to his reaction)

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: thanks to @freyafolkvangr for the idea!

Genre: Fluff, I guess a bit of comfort?

A/N: I couldn’t resist this adorable idea! These drabbles keep getting longer and longer... Here you go!

Sneaking down to the court was your favourite thing to do, but your boyfriend never enjoyed it to begin with. He insisted you would distract him before the game. Of course, you ignored him and went to wish him luck before running off to the stands.

It had become a habit of sorts to meet Tsukishima before his game. He grew accustomed to it, mainly because the rest of the Karasuno team would be mad if he told you to go away. After all, they were all your friends too.

This game was sure to be big, and Tsukishima seemed unfazed by the intensity of the weighing atmosphere. He never seemed bothered by games, but you could tell that he masked his nerves. Once the two of you had gotten comfortable enough around one another, he opened up about this too.

Hiding around the doorway, you peaked over to find Tsukishima standing a fair distance away from the team. His lanky figure stood above the rest of the team as he fiddled with the tape in order to wrap his fingers.

You could see he struggled, more and more of his fingers taking damage from the intense blocks he stopped so well. The height of his injuries resulted in it being awkward to use his remaining fingers to wrap them. It didn’t take you long to suggest to help him, but it took him even longer to accept the offer initially.

“Kei, over here,” you whisper-shouted, Tsukishima’s eyes darting over to you through his sports glasses.

You wiggled your fingers to indicate you wanted him to approach you, waiting patiently as he strutted to your hiding place.

When he came to stand in front of you, you smiled up at him. To which he scoffed.

“You seem more excited for the game than I am,” he admitted, smirking at you as he handed over his tape.

Gently, you look his hand in yours, turning over his slender fingers. Feeling for the edge of the tape, you shook your head.

“You don’t have to hide that you enjoy volleyball.” You took one of his injured fingers, having memorised which ones required wrapping, and began to wind the white tape around it starting from the base. “Besides, can’t I be proud of you? Or are you too embarrassed?”

Ripping the end of the tape, you sealed the end against his finger, carefully lifting up the second one.

“I don’t care what you do,” Tsukishima kept a keen eyes on your every movement to ensure you weren’t going to hurt him, “as long as you’re happy.”

You let out a large laugh, “As if. You never say anything that sweet unless you think I’m asleep.”

In response, he scoffed as averted his eyes, allowing for you to finish the hand you held.

Once you had finished, you raised his hands to your lips and pressed a delicate kiss to each one. This was a little habit you had gotten into as a simple good luck charm. You enjoyed it so much because of the way Tsukishima’s ears would slightly tint pink.

Releasing it, you took his other hand and readied his fingers by seperating them. The finger you began with was his most recently impaired one and you could tell by the purplish swelling by the base.

Tsukishima flinched as you handled it, causing you to immediately slow your movements.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” you mumbled, beginning to wrap the tape around it and the one beside it to immobilise it.

Calling Tsukishima “sweetheart” always made his heart swell, as it contradicted the “saltyshima” nickname he had also earned for himself.

Finishing quickly, you pressed soft kisses to the newly wrapped fingers. You pulled him down by his neck to place a kiss to the bridge of his glasses, a tiny good luck to prevent a ball to the face. The last thing you wanted was for his nose or face to be harmed after his glasses were hit with a ball.

“I know you like to pretend you aren’t nervous,” you began, handing him back his tape, “but make sure you take deep breaths and pace yourself. You’ll do brilliantly no matter what, okay?”

“Pfff,” Tsukishima laughed at the seriousness in your voice.

“Hey, I’m serious.”

“I know, that’s what’s funny.”

You pouted, flicking him in the forehead, “Let me be sentimental and good s/o once in a while.”

“You already are,” Tsukishima corrected you.

The way he shifted his eyes away led you to believe he was being genuine. Feeling a tiny bit proud, you smiled.

“What is with you being all soft today?”

“I don’t know, but take it while you get because I’ll probably be grumpy after the game thanks to that “king.””

“Stop it...” You hushed him, giving him a slight shove in the chest. “Now, go do your best, Kei.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, quickly kissing the top of his head before leaving you and joining the team.

You were excited to watch the game, nervous, but excited. Mainly, because you were proud.

After all, when you had such a talented and perservering boyfriend, what more could you ask for?