Haikyu one shots

"Love Through Sarcasm" Tsukishima

Valentine's Day had always been a bit of an afterthought for Tsukishima Kei. He was never one for grand gestures or overly sentimental holidays. To him, it seemed like just another day—nothing more, nothing less. But this year, with Yuna Mori in his life, he wasn't quite as indifferent. After all, she had a way of making even his most cynical outlook on life seem a little less... well, cynical.

The Morning

Tsukishima woke up to the faint sound of his phone buzzing on his bedside table. He groggily reached for it, squinting at the screen. A message from Yuna popped up, and a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Yuna:
Happy Valentine's Day, Tsukishima! Not that you care, but I thought I'd remind you anyway. Don't get me wrong, I'm not expecting anything extravagant. Just the usual. I'm easy to please, after all.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes but couldn't help but type a quick response.

Tsukishima:
"You're right, I don't care. But fine, I'll send you a text. That's the least I can do."

He hit send and set his phone down, turning to get a few more minutes of sleep. He knew Yuna well enough to understand that beneath her sarcastic exterior was someone who actually cared about the little things—things that he tended to overlook. Maybe it was because of her that he felt a little differently about Valentine's Day. Maybe.

The Afternoon

By the time Tsukishima made his way to school, it seemed like the entire world was drowning in pink and red decorations. Everywhere he turned, people were exchanging chocolates, flowers, and gifts. His class was no different, with the girls eagerly passing out small presents and cards to their friends. Tsukishima couldn't help but feel a little smug—he had nothing to do with any of it.

Except for Yuna.

He spotted her across the room, her usual look of annoyance plastered on her face as she glanced at the absurd amount of heart-shaped trinkets being exchanged. But as he walked toward her, she looked up and gave him a small smirk.

"Did you actually remember what today is, Tsukishima?" she asked, her voice full of mock surprise.

"Of course I did. I'm not that heartless," Tsukishima replied, his usual dry tone not giving away the fact that he might've put more thought into this day than he'd ever admit.

Yuna chuckled, shaking her head. "Wow, you're actually not as bad as I thought. Is there a secret, mushy side to you after all?"

"Not a chance," Tsukishima said quickly, crossing his arms. "But I did bring you something. Not that it matters."

Yuna raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Should I be worried?"

Tsukishima held out a small, unassuming chocolate bar. "Here. I hope it's up to your extremely high standards."

Yuna took the chocolate, examining it with a thoughtful expression before looking up at him. "Well, it's not a bouquet of roses or a personalized song, but I'll take it."

"I didn't think you'd want roses," Tsukishima said, his voice casual. "You'd probably make fun of me for being cliché."

She grinned, unwrapping the chocolate. "You're probably right. But you know what? It's sweet. You're sweet. In your own annoying way."

Tsukishima smirked, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. "Don't get used to it."

Yuna popped a piece of chocolate into her mouth, savoring it. "This is actually good," she said, surprising him. "But next year, don't think I won't be expecting more than a candy bar."

"Next year? What is this, a contract? I'm not buying you anything else," Tsukishima huffed, feeling a little defensive.

"Don't worry," Yuna said, leaning closer with a teasing glint in her eyes. "I'll just remind you with all the sarcasm I can muster. You'll never forget it."

Tsukishima shot her a sideways glance. "I don't think you'll let me forget anything, period."

"I'll remind you constantly," Yuna responded, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.

The Evening

After school, Tsukishima was walking home alone, not particularly caring about the holiday. But as he neared Yuna's house, he was surprised to see her standing on her front porch, a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

"You didn't think I'd let you off that easy, did you?" Yuna called to him as he approached.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing out here?"

"I was wondering if you'd take me to dinner," she said, her voice playful but with a hint of seriousness in it. "It's Valentine's Day, and I thought you might want to be a little more generous with your time. And I don't want to hear you say you're too busy. You've got all the time in the world for sarcasm, don't you?"

Tsukishima stood there, taken aback by her sudden request. Dinner? Was she serious? But seeing the genuine look in her eyes made him realize that maybe this wasn't just another joke.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice softening slightly. "But only because you're the one who asked. And don't get any ideas. I'm not doing this for you."

Yuna grinned. "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tsukishima."

The Conclusion

Dinner was nothing extravagant—just a quiet meal at a nearby restaurant. Tsukishima still wasn't the biggest fan of Valentine's Day, but having Yuna by his side made it... bearable. As they ate, the sarcastic banter continued, and they both found themselves laughing more than they'd expected. It was in these moments, through their teasing and sharp-witted exchanges, that Tsukishima realized how much he truly appreciated her.

At the end of the night, as they stood outside her house, Yuna turned to him with a smirk.

"You know, you're a lot less insufferable than you pretend to be," she said.

"I could say the same about you," Tsukishima shot back, his usual sarcasm taking over. But there was something else in his tone, something softer. "Happy Valentine's Day, Yuna."

Yuna blinked, surprised by the rare sincerity in his voice. Then she smiled, her eyes softening. "Happy Valentine's Day, Tsukishima."

As he walked away, Tsukishima couldn't help but think that, maybe, just maybe, Valentine's Day wasn't that bad. As long as he had Yuna by his side, with all her sarcasm and wit, it would always be a day to remember