"honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?"
Ϟ k.tsukishima x reader crackfic | inconsistent,
sporradic updates | cover by @tsuyvri <3 -
TEMPORARY HIATUS
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FOUR
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STAR TREATMENT
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THE STARS you stuck on the ceiling when you were a gangly kid were starting to fall off.
Even after years of you being absent from this house, oceans apart, dust gathering and settling on old volleyball shoes and a desk covered in stickers, they'd stuck to the ceiling, perhaps hoping for your return. You commended them for their valiant efforts, but not when one fell onto your face as you were about to drift off to sleep after hours of staring at the constellations mapped on the otherwise plain ceiling.
Your palm felt the phantom sting of the ball even after you'd arrived home. It was taunting you yet again. Much like those demonic second years. You'd never forget their screams.
"WOAHHH NOYA?? DID YOU SEE THAT?"
"I'D KILL TO RECEIVE ONE OF HER SPIKES HOLY MOTHER OF–"
"NO WAY, ME FIRST!"
You cringed to yourself.
"You can jump." (Less weird, but still odd.)
"Thanks, Kageyama. I didn't know that."
"You can jump!" Hinata bounded up to you, jumping and bouncing like a ball of energy. Daichi appeared moments after and grabbed Hinata by the collar. Containing the resident feral puppy.
Did joining the volleyball club come with social incompetence?
"...Yes I can."
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Hinata." Tsukishima snickered.
"You have to be our coach!" the ginger persisted.
Ignoring the absurdity of his suggestion, you instead ask, "You don't have a coach?"
"We're... working on it." Daichi had seemingly given up on containing Hinata who invaded your personal space with endless questions. Again.
"Well, what about becoming our manager?" Hinata insisted.
