Strategize: Haikyuu Fanfic

Chapter 52: Too Sharp

It was just not his day. The day after he witnessed her walk home with that sketchy boy. Groggily, the blonde megane pulled himself out of his bed, glancing at his phone to check the time. Twelve in the afternoon. He only got two hours of sleep.

No one else was inside the house, and there's no practice today. Those are the only two good things he was able to think of.

His current state was the sole definition of horrible: his body felt two times as heavy, his eyelids kept forcing themselves shut, and his head was as light as a balloon. You know that level of sleep deprivation when your eyes sting whenever you blink? Yes. That's how he felt. Cranky. Tsukishima is a cranky person without sleep. But even if he tried to take a quick nap, his body refuses to sleep, only his eyes do.

What makes it worse? He spilled freshly brewed coffee on himself. The only thing to make his afternoon a little less painful betrayed him. It burns like jumping into the deep, fiery pits of hell, to him that is. If this were an anime, there would be a rain cloud hovering above his head. Raining on whatever he does, wherever he goes. He just wants this day to end already. It was just not his day.

What makes it even worse? There was a light knock on the door, and Tsukishima was all the way down in his room, resting after finally finding his ideal, comfortable position. Great. Just great.

Yamaguchi Tadashi you just made my day turn for the worse.

He groaned for the umpteenth time of the day, pulling himself out of the bed and lazily, (and as slowly as he can so that Yamaguchi feels guilty) drags himself to the front door to unlock the door for his freckled friend. This boy is on the verge of snapping. He can feel it in his bones. His fuse is running short. He can't help but feel bad for Yamaguchi for witnessing him at his worst.

When he creaked the door open, his eyes widened in shock to see a raven haired girl, holding a white box on his front door. He looked horrible, and she just had to see him in that state. How great is that.

"What do you want?" The cranky blonde asked rudely as he rubbed the grits out of his eyes. His mouth moves involuntarily when he needed some shut eye. Though she really didn't seem to mind his unnecessary rudeness, for she had gotten accustomed to his eccentric behavior long ago.

Her blue orbs remained fixated on the ground, her cheeks dusted pink. "Well...You already lent me your headphones three times now, so I thought maybe I could repay you by baking you some strawberry shortcake and so I came here to --- Tsu-Tsu- Tsukishima?! Are you okay?!"

His utterly horrible day turned sharply for the better. Maybe a little too sharp.

To the point where his knees gave up on him as he buried his beet red face with his palm, attempting to let his sleep deprived brain process what she just said. This is overwhelming for his grumpy little heart. His favorite cake in the whole wide world...made by the one and only Ayame Yamamoto. Maybe I'm still asleep, and this is all just a dream?

The girl crouched down to his eye level to see if he's alright. We can't have weak knees in a volleyball player. We just can't. She looked at him in concern, which only made the poor boy's heartbeat run rapidly.

"...just- just give me second..." He muttered, his voice quivered slightly that was muffled by his palm. Tsukishima losing his arrogant, collected composure? She can't help but think it's cute. What a rare occurrence.Even cool people like him can actually be a big dork.

Who are you and what did you do to Tsukishima Kei?

Once he was back to his regular self, he held the door open for Ayame, who carefully sets down the cake on the low rise coffee table. But before she headed out to leave, Tsukishima grabbed her arm to stop her.