secret girlfriend; tsukishima kei

YAMAGUCHI??

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🪐*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ:✧ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⤷tsukki's pov

"mom im leaving" i called out, slipping on my shoes and slamming the door shut. both y/n and yamaguchi weren't responding to my texts making me a bit suspicious. so i set out on a journey, to make a quick pit stop by both their places. just to... check up on them.. like friends do. friends do that right?

i unlocked my phone, checking on the texts between them both and confirming that they still had not read, or better yet, responded to the multiple messages i've left.

i even went out of my way to text the "karasuno volleyball" groupchat, which honestly shouldn't even be considered a team groupchat anymore. it'd been infiltrated by y/n and her equally as weird friends with no sign of them leaving it anytime soon. and as suspected, no answer from them both. nope, just more nagging from the dorks kageyama and hinata.

after scoping out yamaguchi's home i made the discovery that he had in fact left home. stopping by my favorite cake shop, i picked up a slice of strawberry shortcake before making my way over to y/n's.

maybe yamaguchi is out practicing volleyball again?

nah, he's probably realized how sucky of a friend you are and decided to make new friends lol.

shup up.

dude, i'm literally just you talking to yourself.

oh. right.

"oh hey, kei," it was one of my girlfriend's parents greeting me at the front door. damn i hadn't even realized i'd made it there already. "i was just about to leave. are all of you guys having a sleepover? that y/n, never tells me who's coming to our house ahead of time," they laughed and continued, "i'll be back with dinner shortly."

wait- 'all of you guys?' who else was here?

i swear to god if it's wakatoshi.

"thank you." i bowed letting myself walk into their home. after hearing the door close i started looking around in search of my girlfriend. and whoever else was here.

practically sprinting upstairs, i quickly reached her room, knocking quickly and letting myself in expecting to see her sitting at her bed like usual.

instead i was met with silence as the darkness of her room flooded my eyes. i turned on the light, quickly noticing how unkept her room had been. as usual there was dirty laundry everywhere, her desk a mess... god, that girl needed some serious help. no wonder she's always at my house instead, i thought to myself, tsking and getting the hell out of there.

with a quick shake of my head i decided to look elsewhere for my girlfriend. leading myself towards the kitchen as the next spot to search in, i turned a sharp corner and immediately bumped into someone.

"ow fuck- kei?!" y/n's confused voice caught my attention as i tried to find my balance. i looked up quickly, her eyes pooling around with guilt as she glanced away, not meeting my eyes.

"surprise." i chuckled, "you weren't answering my texts so i thought i'd stop by. want to watch a movie or something-"

"no!" she blocked the way to the living room as i took a step towards it. "uhh- i mean- you shouldn't be here."

"what do you mean-"

"i mean- no- wait, not like that. umm sorry for not answering your texts... i was busy. yup. really busy."

the guilt in her voice was evident. i rose a brow as i tried to figure out what was going on.

"okay, now you're the one acting weird.. what's wrong? are you hiding something from me?" i questioned and was met with no response from the girl in front of me. "what are you hiding wakatoshi from me or something?" i joked, trying to ease her nerves but after my comment she only seemed to get more tense.

"y/n are you seriously hanging out with wakatoshi behind my back?" the anger in my voice grew, genuinely concerned, i tried to make a break for the living room to see the guy my own girlfriend was hiding from me, but she kept her ground and i was unable to get past her. by now the cake in my hand was getting soggy and i could feel it soaking through the box it was being held in.

"no! of course i'm not silly!" she finally met my eyes and immediately i could still see the guilt she was hiding in them. who does this girl think she is? after being together for this many years she really thinks i won't be able to tell when she's lying?

"y/n-"

"okay! change of plans, we can hangout! let me just clean up the mess i made!" she dashed towards the living room before sprinting right back towards where i stood, "stay. here."

obviously i wasn't going to listen, i've been with her for years, i've already seen the worst of it all. there was no surprising me anymore this far into our relationship.

and i was wrong.

surprised would be an understatement.

there i saw, right in front of me, my girlfriend with no one other than... my best friend.

the guilt in both of their eyes was evident. i stood there shocked at the sight in front of me. my girlfriend with my own best friend? damn, who would have thought.

with one last look at them both, i turned and walked towards the front door.

"wait kei, let me explain!"

"tsukki this isn't what it looks like!"

i stumbled back as i felt a hand pull my arm, "kei, i'm so sorry! please! just let me explain!" i yanked my arm out of her grasp, the now crushed cake dropping to the floor as i tried to walk away.

"no y/n. i understand perfectly. the guilt in both of your faces explain what i saw just fine. you know i understand maybe ushijima but my own fucking best friend? you really are something else y/n." 

my voice came out weak.. basically breaking by the end of it. i looked away, embarrassment quickly showing in my features. and without a care i let their pleading voices deafen as i glanced down at my now empty hands.

damn. i didn't even get to take a bite of that fucking cake.