Haikyuu x Reader

tsukishima || dinosaur bones

[i was thinking about drunk tsukishima and his irrational (and closeted) love for dinosaurs]

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remember how your mother used to tell you everything happened for a reason?

that was absolute bullshit.

back when you were in high school, there was this asshole kid who made it his life passion to make you as miserable as he could. it was remarks on your test scores to how hard you tried on your hair, what you ate and even down to your choice in stationary. it didn't help that one tsukishima kei was the height of a lamppost and you barely touched his chest.

talk about physically and emotionally stunned.

now, while you were in highschool, you had learned a few things. one of which being, bones, especially the super old dead ones, were the most fascinating thing ever. another being how to deal like assholes like kei, on one hand, it helped. your quick wit and intellect, and you learned, after a while, how to return tsukishima's snide remarks with that of your own and to this day, the look of shock on his face the first time you had still brought a smile to your face. you were happy when you graduated, the sense of satisfaction you saw on his face on graduation day, because you had a good run. then you were off to university and it was bittersweet because he was gone, and he wouldn't be able to make you miserable but who else could you have that sort of backwards friendship with?

you're in college now, your third year, so close and the classes are hard but you love it because you're studying something you so desperately loved: archaeology. and at the moment, staring at the group all gathered at the university too late at night for a flight to florence, you wanted to stop breathing. in that moment, a meteor could hit the school and everyone could die, and you would be content with that because maybe your bones would survive and maybe someone would find them in thousands of years. you see, the archaeology department couldn't fund the whole trip themselves, even though it was a class of only twenty or so that were going, they were going to be joined by the advanced paleontology class as well.

so why the hell was the beansprout, none other than tsukishima kei, standing there with a bored look on his face and a coffee in his hand?

you forced yourself not to panic, this was fine, you didn't even know he liked things like paleontology, but this was fine. you didn't have to see him, you didn't even have to look at him. it didn't matter that the archaeology students were going to have to pair with a paleontology as a 'buddy' for the trip. there were plenty of other students, there was no need to panic. this was fine. you swallowed hard, breathing into your hands and the air was cold and your heart as racing and you busied yourself with your phone. the professors and the rest of the students didn't take long to arrive, rushing in with their scarves and coats, and you swallowed hard as they gathered everyone into their two groups to call names.

"remember, be kind and get along with your partner, we will not tolerate any sorts of disruption. you will have to work with others you do not like, especially in the field you are going into, and you are adults, act like it." you swallowed hard, winding your hands together, and you wished you hadn't been too worried about being late to stop for coffee, you had woken up too early that morning.

the professors started calling off names from their lists, you watched as students from you class walked up, said hello to their partner and then went to sit on the bus after putting their case under the bus. you swallowed hard, and when your name was called your breath stopped, and when the next name was called, your world fell apart.

"[l/f/n]-san and tsukishima kei-san."

you looked up then too fast, it was never hard to meet the blonde's eyes because he was so damn tall, his cheeks went too pale and eyes wide, and you grit your teeth as you walked over to him. "what the hell are you doing here?" he spat, and you grabbed your bag and slid it under the bus, brushing your hair back when it flopped forward into your face.