Haikyuu!! X Transmasc Reader

Kei Tsukkishima

⚠WARNING⚠ This chapter does start to get a lil steamy, but nothing too smutty

Reader pov

"Damn it!" I yell as yet another serve goes into the net. "That's the fifteenth time in a row!"

"Maybe it's because you're tired, stressed and overworking yourself."

I whirl around at the sound of my best friend, and recent boyfriend.

"GAH! K-Kei!" My heart rate increases. I told him I wouldn't stay this late anymore. I feel my binder get seemingly tighter around my chest, compressing my lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

How long have I been wearing this? I ask myself. I know I'm not supposed to wear it for exercise, but I didn't have time to take it off in the brief minute between the practice game and when the locker room emptied out.

"(C/n), you promised me to not stay this late." He states simply and showing little to no emotion, but I know how concerned he is.

"I'm sorry, it's just been stressful lately. . ." I say, looking at my feet. "I'll clean up now. . ."

I can feel him looking at me the whole time I'm tearing down the nets shagging balls. ((actual terms all of my volleyball coaches have used and it does not mean what it initially sounds like, it just means picking them up and putting them back into the ball cart so don't even. I know what you were thinking.))

I can feel myself getting redder as his eyes bore into me and suddenly I'm being pushed onto the bench.

"Kei??" I gasp. He's kneeling between my legs, not looking at my face. "What are you doing??" We had spoken about getting intimate before, but he doesn't know I'm trans, I was planning on telling him after the practice match today, but I got so caught up in how bad my serves were (probably because of nerves from just the thought of telling him) that I just came back and did the water bottle drill and I'm not sure what time it is now, but probably too late.

"I'm going to help you relax, (c/n). " He states as monotone as ever. He lifts my shorts up away from my knee and places a kiss on my inner thigh, just above where they usually end. I whimper slightly in pleasure, thinking that maybe this was all he planned on doing, not sucking my dick (which I don't have).

But then he started to pull my shorts down.

"Tsukki, no!" I cry, but it's too late. He's already seen it. Or, lack of it would be a better way to put it, I guess.

I stare with wide eyed horror and he doesn't look at me. He stays silent. He had let go of my shorts and boxers and had backed up slightly in surprise.

My binder squeezes tighter.

I can't breathe.

My heart is pounding.

He looks up at me.

My eyes well with tears.

He opens his mouth.

I run.

Out of the gym, taking as many detours as possible to avoid him following me home. I've already exercised all day in my binder as well as wearing it for far too long, but I keep running. I can't run the risk of him finding me.

Tears spill from my eyes and flow down my cheeks, falling somewhere behind me as I run. It's been a long time until I decide to finally take a straight path home.

My parents are away on business and my siblings are at their friends' houses while I was at volleyball, and they're spending the night ((just ignore that if you don't have siblings)) meaning, I'm home alone. And it will stay like that for a while.