Haikyuu!! || Oneshots! Reader x Various ||

【 Knitted Sweaters | Tsukishima Kei 】

Beep. Beep.

There it was, the dreaded alarm, and it was noisier than ever before- a very unpleasant start to Tsukishima's morning.

It was strange, he felt tired and lacking of sleep, which was weird because he made sure to sleep early and not watch Jurassic World for the what, 78th time?

He groggily shut the alarm off, sighing to himself as he reached for his glasses, which were on his night desk.

With his eyes still closed, he put his glasses on, yawning and slowly getting up before stretching calmly.

He fluttered an eye open, only to see a note stuck right there- right on the lens of his glasses.

Taking the sticky note off carefully, the blonde boy started reading the print on the paper.

Get up. Dinosaurs don't have all day, you know. You'll never know when we'll become extinct again. Hurry up, change your clothes. Look presentable, unless you want to be eaten by T Rex-chan. Please head downstairs after changing. -Brontosaurus-kun

Tsukishima didn't know how to react- he knew there was a person behind all of this, but he had to admit, the idea of 'Brontosaurus-kun' was pretty hilarious.

He decided to play along, curiosity filling his mind as he walked to his dresser, picking out a simple sweater and some jeans.

Taking off his shirt, he wondered why someone had decided to play around with him by using dinosaurs.

He slipped on his sweater and headed out his bedroom, when he realized that it was four in the morning and he didn't even know it.

"What now?" he mumbled, facepalming because just who in their right mind had decided to set up his alarm at four in the morning and stick a note to his glasses saying that a T Rex would eat him if he didn't look good? (Which he found quite confusing- he always looked presentable. Or so he thought.)

Just then, his phone started vibrating, signaling that he had a text message.

To: Tsukishima

Fr: Unknown Number

Subject: yo

I think you should really head outside. This isn't creepy, by the way. Chill, it's just your homie Brontosaurus-kun.

This was actually pretty suspicious- I mean, who just messages you at four am telling you to go out of your home?

"This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself, grabbing a baseball bat from a corner before heading outside.

But there, on his front porch, was another sticky note.

Hey! Goodmorning! I hope you have a nice day. By the way, I think you should stop by the park, there was something there for you. - T Rex

Okay, this was getting really weird.

The blonde made sure to lock the doors before leaving his home with a baseball bat in hand, getting slightly impatient at this whole situation.

Heading towards the park, he was ready to beat the daylights out of whoever was behind this for messing up his alarm.

Slowly exerting small puffs of breath, he put his hands inside his pockets, his fingers longing for some warmth.

He arrived at the park shortly, getting ready to smack the person supposedly here.

But there wasn't anyone there- just him and the empty playground, along with some trees and plants.

Tsukishima searched for a sign of anyone at all, but ended up empty-handed until he reached the swing sets, where he found yet another sticky note stuck on the seats.

Is it getting lonely over there? Perhaps maybe you should head back. Plus it's cold. -Stegosaurus-chan

The blonde was starting to get irritated, this was a complete waste of energy and time, plus it was so early in the morning.

Why take orders from dinosaurs when you can be in bed, asleep and peaceful? He thought, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

No, I mustn't think like this. I mustn't disgrace dinosaurs like that! He shook his head and shrugged, walking back to his home, still gripping onto the baseball bat.

Not after very long, Tsukishima arrived at his house and decided to head to the living room to sleep on the couch because he wasn't in the mood to go to his room, which was a bit farther to walk to. (It was literally just a few steps, he was just lazy.)

When he slid the door open, there you were, sitting on the couch with a bright smile and a paper bag in hand.

"Happy birthday, Kei,"

You could feel the couch dip a bit as he sat beside you, taking the bag from your hands.

"Hmm, I better like it."

"Idiot beanpole. I tried, okay?"

He pulled out a large sweater- undeniably handmade.

The fuzzy bits of yarn tangled here and there in a quite messy manner, the visible knots and cut strands appearing every three rows or so.

On the front was a big T-Rex stuffing a strawberry shortcake in its mouth- the cake was uneven and the dinosaur looked incredibly hilarious.

But he knew better and knew that you probably spent hours frustratedly trying to piece together yarn, all because it was his birthday.

He was just really happy because he knew how much love was put into the making of the so-called "masterpiece" that lay in his hands.

Though he would never admit that.

"You're a dork," was all he could manage to say before slipping it on and engulfing you in a big hug and kissing you on the forehead.

"It's okay if you don't like it. I mean-"

"Shut up, it keeps me warm. Well thank goodness it's soft," he mumbled, playing with your hair.

You smiled and snuggled closer to him, kissing him softly on the lips before burying your face in his chest.

The tips of his ears were red, while his cheeks were warm and so were yours.

He took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly before muttering, "There still better be strawberry shortcake in the fridge."

A/N: this was for tsukki's b-day, it was yesterday, i know shut up, its never too late

((knowing him, he's still doing a marathon of dinosaur movies / shows while eating cake with yams bc real birthdays always last for at least two days come on))

aye two oneshots in a day, be proud. i feel amazing.

im planning out rip tide all over again bc my folder with mY STUFF MY PRECIOUS ART AND WRITINg is lost. i have to find it i have to uGGGh

hueeeee Soulless_panda thanks for requestinnngg i hope this was good enough ;;u;;

oyasuminasai, minna-san.

-nyx