The Asshole from the Block (Tsukishima x Reader)

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"No, no, no! Chibi-chan! That's not how you receive!" Tsukishima demonstrated again how to receive: legs bent, torso leaned forward, arms stretched in front and hands touching to form a sort of abstract crest.

I tried again. "Like this?"

He pushed my back forwards and pulled my arms further like that my back was forming a perfect 45-degrees slide and my arms a batting stick. Something about his touch reassured me. I could do this.

"Yeah, like that. Now I'm going to serve a ball like that you bounce it off your forearms."

I nodded, ready and eager to learn. We were in the gym at night, when the volleyball club had already left. This was my first official lesson from him, and I needed to learn well like that I could teach other girls the basics so that we wouldn't lose during the sporting event.

The ball came flying, and I waited, knees bent, for a little too long. The ball attached itself to my arms before I could send it off. It hit my forearms so hard that I cried out.

"OWOWOW!"

"Don't just wait for the ball to come. You're receiving the ball! It's called receive for a reason!"

I nodded and put my hands together. This time, as the ball came I leaned my body weight forwards and pushed from my legs. My shoulders connected with my spine and knees' movement, and with one swift momentum, I received properly my first volleyball.

I watched in amazement as the ball sailed high in the air.

"YES!" I screamed happily. "Tsukishima, did you see that? I actually received it!" I looked at him with stars shining in my eyes.

"Yaaayyyyyy... You received..." He said half-heartedly. Then stopped his lass attitude and corrected himself. "Let's see if we can do that again."

We practiced until my arms were no longer able to straighten and my forearms were bruised purple.

"Tsukishiiiiiima, my arms are all bruised..." I complained as we were walking back home.

"It's perfectly normal chibi-chan, stop being such a wuss."

I grumbled and muttered 'asshole' under my breath. If he heard it, he didn't turn around to call me names, which was nice, but strange at the same time. He should be able to hear me, I mean it's Tsukishima we're talking about here, he can hear any insults you say miles away.

"Tsukishima, you okay?"

"Mmm."

"What?"
Was 'Mmm' a proper answer?

"What??" He snapped out of his thoughts.

"Whatever, I'm going to buy a drink, you can go home first." I replied nonchalantly. I turned around to go to the Seven-Eleven in our neighbourhood.

"Wait." He snatched my wrist. "It's dangerous. It's late."

"So?" I really wanted to drink some coke, but this guy was stopping me. I was kind of frustrated.

He thought for a moment and sighed.

"I'll have to stay with you." He grumbled.

"I don't need a body guard, besides I know how to kick someone in the balls well enough."

He laughed at my ignorance.

"What if they did this?" He carefully pressed on my bruised forearms.

"OWOWOWOW!" I slapped his hand off my arms. Even if it was a light pressure it felt like eleven elephants had crushed my already formed bruises.  "It HURTS."