Haikyuu Oneshots

More Tsukihina Fluff

Tsukishima was just sitting down at a corner of the club room, minding his own business and scrolling through his phone when Hinata suddenly trudged in and headed straight for him.

"What's up?" he asked, seeing how oddly tired the tangerine looked.

"'m tired." Hinata simply mumbled, settling down between Tsukishima's legs and burying his head in the blonde's shirt.

Tsukishima blinked, staring at him for a short moment before he said, "I guess it's not at all odd that you're tired. You and the grand king have been going at it all day."

That only earned him a very unconvincing "shut up" from Hinata.

Tsukishima sighed, reaching over to grab his jacket and wrapped it around Hinata. With how small Hinata already was, and with how big his jacket was in comparison, hardly even a tuff of his bright orange hair was visible to others anymore.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, and Tsukishima could feel Hinata's breaths slow down into a steady rhythm.

Tsukishima frowned. Hinata was acting a little unusual. He usually didn't get this exhausted from training, and the bickering wasn't an uncommon occurrence either.

Before he could say anything to Hinata, the door opened, and Tanaka popped his head in.

"Have you seen Hinata?" he asked, looking around the empty club room.

There was no movement from the tangerine hiding under his jacket, so he asked instead, "Why?"

"He left his bottle in the gym." Tanaka said, waving the bottle in his hand. "I guess he's gone home already."

"I can pass it to him."

Tanaka's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sudden act of kindness, but he didn't question it any further. "Alright then," he said, giving Tsukishima a weird look before tossing the bottle to him. "Don't stay for long, 'kay? You should go home soon."

"I won't." Tsukishima had to assure him, before he left (very hesitantly) as if he was afraid Tsukishima was going to poison the water or something.

It was mildly hilarious.

When he'd made sure that Tanaka was gone, he lifted the jacket slightly to reveal the hidden boy. He'd curled up into a tight ball, so small he could probably fit into a luggage.

"You okay?" Tsukishima asked. "We should go soon."

Hinata didn't reply, so Tsukishima reached out to tap his shoulder.

"Hinata."

He could already sense that something very troublesome was coming.

...

Of course, only Hinata could fall asleep so quickly and in such an uncomfortable state. But eventually, after a lot of prodding and poking, Tsukishima finally managed to wake him up.

"Come on, let's go home," he said, helping Hinata up onto his feet. He picked up both of their bags, which were lying on the floor, and headed out of the club room, practically half-dragging the fatigued tangerine along with him.

"Can we get some snacks on the way?" Hinata asked, clinging onto Tsukishima's arm like his life depended on it. On normal occasions, Tsukishima would've pushed him off (playfully) but seeing how lethargic Hinata was, he didn't have the heart to do so.

"Sure," he replied. "But let's go home first."

Hinata pouted, but didn't have the energy to argue. He'd started staying over at Tsukishima's house a few months ago, after they'd started dating. With how late training ended, and with how far Hinata had to travel, his mother had decided that it'd be safer for him to stay over on their training days.

Which Tsukishima honestly didn't mind.

The number of times that Hinata had come to school with injuries all over - even if it wasn't "that often", according to Hinata - was worrying.

...

Tsukishima honestly wouldn't have been too bothered about Hinata, if not for the fact that he hardly ate his dinner.

That was very concerning.

"Are you sick?" he asked, reaching up to place his hand on Hinata's forehead. And sure enough, he was burning up.

Yet Hinata said, "I don't think so."

"You are." Tsukishima said, checking his temperature once more before getting up. "Seriously, how could you not even know when you're sick?"

Hinata stayed silent, looking slightly guilty like he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Try to eat as much as possible." Tsukishima said, patting his head as he turned to leave. "I'll take out some medicine for you."

Hinata sniffed, reaching up to check his temperature. No wonder he'd been feeling especially hot today.

He stared at his plate for a while before turning away. He was feeling slightly nauseous, if he ate anymore he'd probably throw up.

A few moments later, Tsukishima came back, setting a few boxes of pills and a glass of water onto the table. Hinata looked up at him, then wrapped his arms around his torso, burying his head in Tsukishima's shirt. Now that he'd realised he was sick, the illness seemed to be settling in, and he was feeling absolutely miserable.

"Hey, you have to eat." Tsukishima urged, rubbing his back.

"I can't..." Hinata mumbled, refusing to let go of Tsukishima. "I feel like puking."

There was a moment of silence before Tsukishima said very candidly, "Don't puke on me."

"I hate you."