Blocking My Heart (Kei Tsukishima X Reader)

Pancakes & Photographs

The two walked inside and slipped off their shoes. "Welcome to my home," ___ said gesturing grandly with her arms. "Please ignore the mess. We haven't gotten much unpacking done yet." Tsukkishima looked around. "It's nice," he said. "It looks a lot like your old house." "I know right?!" ___ said. "I was really shocked when I first entered it. The layout is all the same as my old house. If it weren't for the beige walls I swear it would look exactly the same!"

___ began walking towards the kitchen. "If the layout is the same then does that mean your room is still in the same place?" Tsukkishima asked. "Yep! Upstairs, second door on the right." "Just like how it used to be." Tsukkishima said. ___ opened the fridge. "Want something to eat?" She asked. "I'm freaking starving!" "Are you sure?" He asked. "It's okay if I stay for dinner?" "I'd prefer it," ___ said taking some eggs, milk, and butter out of the fridge. "It beats eating alone like every other night."

Tsukkishima took a seat at the island. "So what are you making?" Tsukkishima asked. "Pancakes." ___ said grinning. "Pancakes? Why pancakes?" ___ frowned. "Don't you remember?! Pancakes were the last meal we ate together before I left!" "Oh! I remember now!" Tsukkishima said. "You were craving pancakes for dinner so we tried to make them ourselves! We didn't turn the mixer off before raising up the beaters and we made a huge mess."

"And you dropped the bag of flour," ___ added. "Dad was so pissed when he got home." "The pancakes tasted alright though," Tsukkishima said. "Aside from the fact that you burned them." "Hey! That totally wasn't my fault! I thought they would cook faster if I turned the heat all the way up! I didn't realise pancakes were so.. sensitive.. to heat.. Besides! I thought you were watching them!"

Tsukkishima stood up. "You want me to help you?" He asked. "If you want," ___ said. "Trust me, I'm a much better cook now than I used to be. Dad was always working late when we were in America so I learned how to cook dinner myself. Even though he's so busy, he always made time to make my lunches though. He always made them when he got home and placed them in the fridge for me in the morning. He still finds the time to make my lunches actually."

Tsukkishima walked over as ___ opened the cupboard over the stove. "Damnnit! Dad placed the flour on the top shelf in the cupboard! The sugar too.." ___ jumped up but still couldn't reach it. "I have no freakin' idea where the footstool is. It's probably not unpacked yet," ___ said. "I can get it for you," Tsukkishima said. "Really? That'd be great," she said.

Tsukkishima walked over and stood directly behind ___, his body pressed up against her from behind as he reached over her head to grab the flour, reaching around her to place it on the stove before reaching up to grab the sugar. ___ blushed at the close proximity between them. "Thanks Tsukki." She said. "No problem," he said backing up. 'I thought my heart was going to explode for a second there!' ___ thought. 'Imagine if he hugged me from behind..'

She shook her head blushing at the thought. 'Now's not the time to be thinking that.' "Hey Tsukki? You wanna start by cracking an egg and adding the milk? ¾ a cup, and then ⅔ a stick of butter." "I can do that." Tsukkishima said. ___ placed the measuring glass on the counter before grabbing the measuring cups. She measured out 2 cups of flour, placing it into the bowl before measuring out half a cup of sugar.

"Thanks," she said. "No problem." Tsukkishima replied. She took the bowl and placed it on the mixer before turning it on to medium. She then grabbed a skillet and placed it on the stove. "Hey Tsukki? Could you put the sugar and flour back please? If I move it dad'll get mad." Tsukkishima got behind ___ and grabbed the sugar putting it on the top shelf before doing the same with the flour. ___ blushed once again. "Got it." He said before taking a step back. "Thanks," she said.

She turned to the mixer. "Should I 'forget' to turn it off again for old times sake?" She asked giggling. He laughed. "Please don't," he said. She turned off the mixer before grabbing the bowl and moving it next to the stove. She reached into a drawer and grabbed a big spoon. "Do you wanna scoop the batter?" She asked turning the stove on to medium. "Sure," he said grabbing the spoon.