Haikyuu Imagines

Helping Hand (Tsukishima)

Darn it.  It's too early for this.  You sat up and rubbed your eyes groggily.  The rumble in your stomach only grew louder as you reached for your glasses and switched on your bedside lamp.  Usually, you ate dinner when you got home from work, but after working a longer shift than usual, you didn't want to disturb your roommates who were already sound asleep.  They had a big volleyball game tomorrow, and you didn't want their efforts to go to waste because you woke them up making instant noodles.

You stumbled out of your room, not caring to change out of your sleepwear.  Your roommates, Tsukki, Yamaguchi, Hinata, and Kageyama, were your high school best friends that you now roomed with after graduating college.  Even though you'd known each other for years, you never showed them this messy 5 AM side of you.  

Rumbling again, your stomach yearned for some ramen, even though you had much healthier options in the fridge.  Right now, you wanted something simple and easy to prepare, and instant noodles fit the description perfectly.

Standing on your tippy toes, you reached for the top cabinet, your fingers barely brushing the shelf that housed your precious ramen.  One of the major cons of living with these boys was that most of them were ridiculously tall.  Hinata always preferred salads over ramen, so he didn't mind that the other boys kept it on the upper shelves.  

"Those darn pine trees," you cursed under your breath, stretching your arm as far as it could go.  And finally after multiple tries, your fingers grasped the cup ramen and yanked it down onto the counter.  

"Impressive."

You turned, mouth dropping in horror as you watched one of your roommates smirk and applaud your "performance."   Suddenly, you were conscious of your short pajama shorts and your awful bedhead under Tsukishima's gaze.

The blonde shook his head and sighed.  "I noticed you eating ramen pretty often for dinner after your hospital shift, so I thought I was doing you a favor by putting them up there.  Out of sight, out of mind, right?  Maybe I should have put them a shelf higher."

Too hungry to process the words coming out of his mouth, you began ripping open the packet when Tsukki stopped you.

"If you can wait a few minutes, I can make you breakfast."  His tone was much softer now, and he leaned down to ruffle your hair before reaching for the fridge.

You leaned against the counter next to the stove as he got started on some buttered toast and eggs.  

"Sorry to bother you this early," you rubbed the back of your neck.  "I know you have a big match today, and you should be resting."

Tsukki flipped a piece of toast in the pan before wrapping his strong arms around you and hoisting you onto the counter.  He bent his head down, staring at you with an expression you'd never seen before.  A light blush dusted his cheeks as he parted his lips to say something, but you cut him off by pointing to the stove.

"The t-toast is burning," you mumbled.

"Right."

The blonde quickly shifted back to the stove, turning off the heat and plating your breakfast.  But before he handed you a plate, he found himself standing in front of you again.  His hands were stationed on either side of you, anchoring him in place and leaving you no room to escape.  (Not that you wanted to).  He was so close, you could smell his shampoo and faintly hear his heartbeat.  

Wait.  For you to hear his heartbeat, though, it'd have to be thumping pretty hard.  Instinctively, you pressed two fingers against his neck, feeling for his pulse.  You glanced at the clock on the wall and started counting.  

"Your heart rate is a little fast," you noted.  "Does making breakfast usually get you this excited?"

Tsukishima rolled his eyes.  "Idiot.  It's not the breakfast that does it for me."

"Then it's– oh!"  Your cheeks flushed a deep red, and you found yourself unable to look into his eyes.  

The blonde sighed.  "You always look really pretty dressed up and all, but you look the prettiest like this."

Your eyes went wide at his statement.  He couldn't possibly mean you looked cute in your disheveled state.  "Sorry, but I think you need to get your vision checked.  Maybe your glasses aren't the right prescription–"

Tsukishima cut you off with a kiss, leaning forward so that your bodies you were nearly pressed against each other.  You could definitely hear his heart pounding now, and you realized he must have plucked up a lot of courage to confess.  

His lips were soft, and you savored the lingering taste of his berry-flavored chapstick.  The soft hair covering his forehead brushed against your cheek, and you melted into the hands pulling you closer.  His fingers gently held the back of your head, pulling you even closer.  

You should have realized it a year ago when Tsukishima had invited you to stay with the boys.  Or when he always managed to get you exactly what you wanted for your birthday because he remembered you mentioning it in a conversation months ago.  

"Next time you need something, call me.  I'll be your helping hand, I guess," he pulled away.

But you pulled him right back in for another kiss, failing to notice the three heads poking around the kitchen doorway.  Yamaguchi covered his eyes with one hand and Hinata's with the other.  

Kageyama averted his eyes and stopped himself from gagging.  "They need some milk."

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A/N: Why can I see Tsukki being surprisingly good at cooking? Hope you enjoyed this one :)

Question of the imagine: What's your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?  Do you prefer something sweet or savory? I really like having chocolate chip muffins!