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Tsukishima Kei || Five More Minutes

 I live for domestic Tsukki okay fight me about it

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Mornings had always been Tsukishima's least favorite time of the day - he loved sleep, more than he let on, really. Loved dreaming, not being conscious, resting and forgetting about all the stress from his classes and volleyball.

(Which he wasn't going to continue in college, but after learning how to block spikes from powerhouse schools, after learning how exhilarating it was to shut people down like that, he decided it wouldn't hurt to continue as long as it didn't interfere with his studies.)

This morning wasn't any different. His slapped his hand against his buzzing alarm clock over and over again until it finally was turned off, but only for the ten minutes his snooze button allowed. He kept his face covered with one of his arms, the other still stuck underneath the body of the girl sleeping beside him.

The arm beneath her was asleep - the asleep where when he moved his fingers they tingled annoyingly, the prickling sensation running up his arm - but he ignored it, let his arm stay there because when (f/n) woke up he would have to give in and actually get out of bed.

He closed his eyes and rested until the alarm clock started going again, this time deciding to get up after hitting the button. From the few months of living with (f/n) he knew that moving just a little to get out of bed wouldn't wake her up, so he started shifting lightly, moving to get the girl off of his still tingling arm.

This morning was different from the others though, and his movements were halted by the girl moving to put more of her weight on his chest.

"Kei, no," she mumbled, voice barely audible because of the sleep that coated it.

The blonde man sighed. "(f/n), we've got to get up. I already hit snooze once."

"Please," she mumbled, her left arm tightening around his waist and her head nuzzling more into his chest. "Please just five more minutes."

Now, if you asked him Tsukki would never admit it, but this, the way (f/n) was nuzzled up to him and was whiny and clingy, this was the most amazing feeling in the world. 

When Yamaguchi had asked him last what feeling he loved the most, Tsukki told him he didn't love any feeling the most; he told his best friend that he liked the feeling of shutting other players down with his blocks, the feeling of getting into bed after a long day, the feeling of marathoning the Jurassic Park movies, but he told Yamaguchi he didn't have a feeling he absolutely loved.

That was bullshit. He lied to his friend because the answer would have been an embarrassing one to admit.

Tsukishima couldn't tell Yamaguchi that his favorite feeling was (f/n) pressed against him, body too sweaty and sticky against his in the heat of their blankets, but perfect nonetheless. He didn't have the heart to tell his friend that he loved the feeling he got when (f/n) would stretch and yawn and pout because getting out of bed was too much damn work. It was all too much for him, made his body fill with feelings he didn't know how to handle.

"Fine," he mumbled, moving to wrap his not-so-tingly-anymore arm around his girlfriend.

She hummed appreciatively and moved the pointer finger on her left hand in lazy circles and hearts on Tsukishima's side. He'd always been very glad he wasn't ticklish on his sides because (f/n) moving her finger on his side like that was another feeling he'd say (only in his head) that he loves.

"Love you," (f/n) mumbled into his chest, and he probably wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't felt her lips moving against his chest and guessed what it was.

He couldn't will himself to reply so he hummed in response, the kind of hum (f/n) had learned over the last two years of their relationship was a good one and not one he used when he was annoyed.

The next few minutes were relaxing; Tsukki lying on his back, right arm still lightly draped over his face and the other one wrapped around his girlfriend. She was tucked into his side comfortably, hand slowing in it's patterns against his side as she slowly fell back into sleep. They were both too relaxed, falling back into sleep until -

The alarm clock decided to go off again. It startled (f/n) enough to make her jump up in bed, which in the end startled Tsukki more than the alarm had.

"Were those five more minutes worth that rude awakening?" he asked in a tone (f/n) knew well; the one he used when he wanted to act more annoyed than he actually was. His hand reached over and turned the alarm clock off - for real this time - and then grabbed his glasses to put them on his face.

When he turned to his girlfriend she was smiling widely at him. "Yeah, it was - your chest is comfier than it looks."

Tsukki sighed and moved to get out of bed. "Just go take a shower, okay? I'm gonna go start the coffee." (f/n) grabbed his hand and made him turn back towards the bed, a small smile on her face. "Yes?"

"I love you," she said, leaning in to kiss him lightly on his nose. He sighed again but allowed a small smile to cross his face.

"Love you too." He kissed her forehead and moved towards the door. "Shower, we're going to be late."

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Sign me the hell up for domestic Tsukki okay.

This trash can would be the best in a relationship, no matter how embarrassed he'd be about it.

He'd be like 'no I won't go buy you pads' but would already be at the store purchasing that shit.

Love Tsukki too much.