The Eighth

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Tsukishima would never admit this to anyone ever,but when Hinata confessed his little crush on him (more like shouted TSUKISHIMA KEI I LIKE YOU OKAY I HAVE LIKED YOU FOR TWO MONTHS NOW AND IT IS EATING ME ALIVE over dinner with the team) his heart jumped up into his throat and choked him. He heard Yachi squeal. Tsukishima had gone into a crazy coughing fit, with Shimizu slapping his back rather roughly to soothe (?) him.

Tsukishima remembers everyone looking at him and Hinata with wide, anticipating eyes. He swallowed a whole glass of water with one gulp.

He hadn't even recovered fully yet (he just stared at Hinata in horrid disbelief; Hinata was resolutely staring back, face red and adorable) when Kageyama said, He told you he liked you, you idiot, are you just going to stare at him like that till the restaurant closes.

Tsukishima turns to Kageyama sharply, glaring with all the dignity he could muster. His face was burning; he almost took another glass and poured the contents above his head.

Kageyama looked away, smirking, to meet Shimizu's eyes.

They gave each other knowing smiles.

Fuckers, Tsukishima had thought.

Tsukki, Yamaguchi nudged him. Tsukishima took one look at his face and knew how Yamaguchi was taking this.

 Tsukki, Hinata likes you.

Tsukishima turned back to Hinata then, trying to overwrite the heartbroken image of Yamaguchi with Hinata's hopeful one. Until this day he hasn't figured out just where his first words post-confession came from.

Y-You like me? Hinata nodded frantically, and Tsukishima swore his head would pop off his neck.

Well, you better do something about it besides yelling at me from across the goddamned table.

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