waffles ~ tsukishima x reader (currently rewriting)

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"(F/n)-chan! You should've seen my last spike. It was like kablam, but also fawoosh and then it went sablam onto Seijoh's side of the court," the orange furball rambled on about the Seijoh match. His smile drawn widely across his face was so contagious that you gladly mimicked his expression. Coach Ukai and the boys agreed on letting Suga, Kageyama, Hinata, and Yamaguchi visit you while you were "sick." Suga sat on a nearby chair simply overviewing the first years as they excitedly informed you about the recent match. You sat up intently listening to Hinata reviewing the first half of the match as Kageyama sat on the foot of your bed and Yamaguchi joined Hinata in sitting on the floor close to your bed.

"Yeah! You should've seen Yamaguchi as well. His pinch serves were on fire!" Suga added nodding to the blushing boy.

"I-it was nothing I guess. I was just finally able to do my jump floats in an actual match. It's like I finally had control of my body," Yamaguchi admitted looking shyly at the ground.

"UGHH! Why does all the good stuff happen WHEN I'M GONE! Where's Ukai? He was the one who made me stay in this shitty house," you growled furiously attempting to step out of bed and go to Coach Ukai's house before Kageyama outstretched his arms and stopped you. He stiffly carried you back to your bed where you sat.

"Yeah, no. If you wanna go to the Shiratorizawa match tomorrow, you better stay in bed and get as much rest as possible," Kageyama objected returning to the foot of your bed.

"Plus it wasn't just Ukai, (f/n). All of the boys agreed that your health was more important than a match," Suga mentions from across the room.

"Ugh.. I know. I just really wanted to see that match. It seemed like an intense battle for you guys, both mentally and physically," you admitted as you sulked.

"Then, I guess we'll have to do the same thing against Shiratorizawa. We'll play just as good of a match with Shiratorizawa right guys?" Hinata practically screamed at the top of his lungs looking eagerly for acknowledgment from the remaining three boys.

They all nodded with smiles, but you could tell that they were seriously contemplating the upcoming match. You wanted to help them as much as they could. You had too.

"Well, it's getting pretty late, so we're gonna go (f/n). You better sleep early today!" Suga emphasized as he hurriedly grabbed Kageyama and Hinata by the collar practically dragging them out of your room. Yamaguchi gave you a quick side hug and whispered...

"Promise me you won't stay up late evaluating this," Yamaguchi quietly laid a dvd on my side table. It was labeled 'Seijoh vs. Karasuno.'

"Fine, I promise. Thanks again, yams,' you called out as the adorable teen waved and turned to leave.

'Will I really sleep tonight? This is gonna be fun to watch. How could I possibly sleep?'

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Two hours later at approximately 8:49 P.M.

The soft patter of rain quickly changed to a loud rumble of raindrops as the light showers turned into a heavy downpour. The bright light from the tv shined brightly in your eyes. Your eyes slowly closing by the second. Your view of the tv gradually becoming less and less. In mere moments, you were drifting off into a gentle sleep with the sound and light of the tv still on.

'Where am I? Why is this scent so familiar? Why am I shaking? No. No, it can't be.'

You desperately glance around frantically observing your surroundings only for you to be horrified at the realization that you were back in (country). A familiar aroma filled your nose. You noticed you were in your room back in your old house. Your bed comfortably situated at one side of the room while your desk faced the opposite wall. Papers lay array all over your floor and desk. Your desk chair appeared to be knocked down as you were the same. Shoved down to the floor, you felt a rush of pain to your knees. You looked up to see the most terrifying thing you could ever think of. The fist of your father. You felt the cold impact of his fist as it drove its way into your face knocking you down once again. You noticed that the burning sensation on your cheeks were tears of anguish and pain. The familiar sensation of trembling overtook your body as your father loomed over you.