some haikyuu! one shots i guess

dangerous woman

something about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman.

yamaguchi's voice is intoxicating.

[caution - smut, reader discretion advised.]

"Ariana Grand again, Yamaguchi?" Tsukishima groaned, rolling his head back to look at Yamguchi who was cross-legged on Tsukishima's bed, textbooks sprawled open in front of him, fiddling with his phone which was connected to Tsukishima's speakers. Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande filled Tsukishima's room -- she was a usual at Tsukishima's house whenever Yamaguchi was around, which was quite often, much to Tsukishima's chagrin. 

"Tsuki," Yamaguchi whined. "It's Ariana Grande . . . And yes, again. She helps me study." 

Tsukishima grimaced and pressed the tip of his pen against his paper, trying to regain his train of thought but that was quite impossible. "Well, it looks like you're doing a lot more playing on your phone and less actually studying," he murmured, more to himself than the freckled boy on his bed. 

Yamaguchi went slightly pink as he bit his lip and dropped his phone on the bed before lying down on his stomach and flipping through the chemistry textbook. 

"Alright . . . so . . . high potential to low potential . . ." Tsukishima muttered, scribbling the same words onto his own lined paper.

"All that you got . . ." 

Tsukishima refocused his brain and read the next line a few times to drill it into his head before distractedly copying it down. 

"Skin to skin . . . Oh my god . . ."

W-was Yamaguchi singing? Tsukishima furrowed his brows, staring at the wall in front of him while his hand fell limp on his paper. 

"Don't you stop, boy . . ."

That definitely wasn't Ariana Grande's voice. Tsukishima tilted his head backwards and stared sideways at Yamaguchi. The boy had his feet in the air, swinging them back and forth, his chin rested in his palm as he stared at the book in front of him, mind must be elsewhere while he sang softly with the song. 

"Something about you . . ."

Something about the way Yamaguchi looked right now made Tsukishima want to drop his pen and paper right there. Why had he only noticed how perfect the melody of the song fit with Yamaguchi's delicate voice? 

"Makes me feel like a dangerous woman . . ."

No, Yamaguchi's voice had always been nice to listen to. Tsukishima could point out the times Yamaguchi's voice had sent a shudder down his spine. Rare, because Tsukishima's obstinance always battled out his emotions and won -- but they existed; like whenever they had sleepovers and Yamaguchi couldn't stop whispering, even after Tsukishima's mother would come in and scold them. Yamaguchi would just giggle sweetly once she'd left and Tsukishima would tense up from where he lay on the bed.

Or when they'd have practice matches out of the prefecture and Yamaguchi would almost instantly fall asleep on Tsukishima's shoulder on the bus back home. Tsukishima would hate it because his shoulder always remained sore for the next day. But he liked shaking the boy awake and Yamaguchi would flutter his eyes open and hum so quietly and softly that Tsukishima couldn't stop that tug in his chest.