#well they explained it poorly anyways bc i barely got any answers in general but you know what i mean

[akakeiiji]

could you do a scenario for tsukishima where the reader is good friends with kuroo and at training camp kuroo tries to set tsukki up with the reader every chance he gets? maybe the reader is a manager at nekoma or karasuno? thank you! (*'▽'*)

I kinda went overboard with this one hehe, I just love Tsukki and Kuroo too much, I couldn’t help it (Also i added a bit of Kuroken bc I have no more self restraint apparently)

-`,✎ A Little Push — Tsukishima Kei

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: None ♥︎ 

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Even after years of knowing Kuroo, you still couldn't understand the inner workings of that brain of his. He was still as unpredictable as he was in middle school when you first met him.

You could still remember your first encounter with him. You were a timid first year roaming around the crowded corridors, trying your best to remain as out of the spotlight you could, when this ginormous third year suddenly showed up by your side, shoving a poorly drawn volleyball poster into your face, scaring the living daylights out of you.

Despite the...subpar first impression, Kuroo somehow managed to rope you into becoming the volleyball club's manager. He used a multitude of tactics that ranged from begging to bribery and essentially pestered you into giving in. You’d never tell Kuroo else his ego would inflate astronomically but becoming the team’s manager was one of your best decisions in junior high. You met your best friends that year and you still keep in contact with them even after they all graduated. So it wasn't all too surprising that you continued being a volleyball club manager into your first year of high school.

It was also Kuroo who pushed you into enrolling in Nekoma, he was so insistent on it, constantly sending you pictures and articles about the school. He tells you it's because the volleyball team really needs a manager, which is true to an extent, but you both know it's because he missed having you around.

Ever since you met Kuroo, he basically adopted you, he was akin to an annoying older brother. He'd always follow you around, making sure you ate your meals, teasing you, and most annoyingly, making sure no boys even breathed in your general direction. You supposed it was sweet at first and proved useful at times. You didn't have to bother with the advances of other boys in your year and such, but it started becoming a nuisance when your male classmates wouldn't even dare approach you in case they incurred the wrath of your supposed "boyfriend".

Despite that, Kuroo was still as protective of you as ever, even after he graduated he'd visit you and Kenma from time to time, where he'd make sure no one was trying to steal your heart and break it (in his words, not yours). You knew he had your best interests at heart but he didn’t have to be so incessant. It felt as if he wouldn’t stop until you joined a convent.

So all this considered, it was rather odd when Kuroo began talking about Tsukishima Kei every chance he could when you were around. A sly tone always laced into his words, making it evident that he had something planned, which doesn’t always end well considering that this is Kuroo we’re talking about.

Tsukishima this, Tsukishima that. It was almost as if he was the one with a crush and not you.

Wait.

Did he find out? You thought to yourself in fear after Kuroo mentioned Tsukishima for the fifth time that day. You almost dropped the towels you were holding as you stared wide-eyed at the male.

You didn't expect to find yourself silently crushing on Karasuno's middle blocker, it was really only supposed to be a short-lived infatuation, you barely knew him after all, you shared at most 10 words with him during Karasuno and Nekoma’s practice matches, but you couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to his quiet demeanor and stoic personality. You always find yourself thinking about what kind of person he must be beneath all that.

Regardless, Kuroo could not find out about your crush, no matter how small it may be, you wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Tetsu, why have you been talking about Karasuno's middle blocker so much?" You asked, feigning nonchalance as you filled the empty water bottles for the rest of the team.

"What do you mean?" He asks in a tone that says: oh, I definitely know what you’re talking about.

"You mention him a dozen times a day, and it's getting annoying, you're like a broken record."

Kuroo dramatically places his hand on his chest and puts on a pained expression. “How could you say that to me when I'm just trying to help you?”

"Help me? What do you mean?" You never got an answer to your question though because as Kuroo was about to respond, Yamamoto bursts into the room calling for Kuroo to come back to the gym and the subject was dropped, later forgotten by the two of you after an onslaught of games and exams filled your schedules the following week.

You concluded that Kuroo was probably just messing with you, he always did have an odd sense of humor, so you didn't think much of the situation until the summer training camp.

A loud voice suddenly called out your name from behind you, pulling your attention away from the other managers who you were speaking to. You turned to see Kuroo waltzing over to you, his arm draped over the shoulders of a disgruntled Tsukishima, who he seemed to be forcibly dragging with him.

"Kuroo-san, let–go–"

“You remember Tsukishima, right?" He asks you cheerfully, completely ignoring the blonde's plights. You shot a dark look at Kuroo, just what was he up to?

“Erm, yes. Kuroo, what are you doing—?” Kuroo then interrupts you by pushing Tsukishima towards you. He almost knocks into you, just managing to stop himself from stumbling onto you.

You look up to find yourself only a few inches away from him, you immediately flush as you take a few steps backward, trying your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

You failed to notice the tinge of pink rising on the blonde’s features.

“Fun fact: Tsukishima is single!” Kuroo exclaimed, patting the appalled blonde on the back. You two guffawed at him, unable to say anything in response.

You and Tsukishima shared looks of equal shock and confusion.

“Kuroo—” You begin in an angry tone when you find your voice only to find him gone, the room was empty except for you and Tsukishima.

You two stared at each other once again, awkwardly, the silence in the room growing increasingly stifling the longer you two stood there.

You rocked on the ball of your feet as you said “So…”

“So.” Tsukishima repeated, adjusting his glasses.

“Do you have any idea what that was about?” You asked, laughing nervously. Tsukishima simply shook his head in response.

“No clue.”

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo’s attempts at setting you two up only grew bolder and bolder. You had no idea why he was so unrelenting in his efforts. His most valiant attempt was when he tried locking you and Tsukishima inside a broom cupboard.

In the end, it was a disgruntled Kenma who found you two banging at the door of the cramped room. You had been trapped in there for almost an hour.

You almost strangled Kuroo that day.

Still, he didn’t stop. In fact, he only grew more determined.

You and Tsukishima could only share exasperated looks with one another whenever Kuroo tasks you two with a job only one person could do or whenever he makes comments about how compatible you two are. You two had already grown used to his antics and made a silent agreement to just go along with him.

Surprisingly enough, you had formed an unlikely friendship with the blonde, sure, it did primarily consisted of running away from Kuroo or complaining about him but it was a friendship nonetheless.

During the times when Kuroo made you two run errands around the camp (read: abusing his role as an upperclassman), you two would chat along the way. You were surprised to find Tsukishima more sarcastic and snarky than you originally expected. You always pegged him as the quiet, respectful type like Akaashi perhaps, but he was actually more like a subdued version of Kuroo.

This didn’t bother you though, in fact, it made you even more curious of the blonde.

It irked you how Kuroo was getting exactly what he wanted because you could feel your crush growing stronger as the days went by.

You supposed that maybe you should thank Kuroo.

Without his efforts, albeit absolutely ridiculous ones, you would never have been able to get closer with Tsukishima. You reckoned, you would have never had the guts to actually approach him without seeming like a creep.

But you still felt guilty about the fact that Tsukishima was dragged into all this against his will.

You were dragged out of your thoughts when Kuroo frantically called out your name.

“I need a favor—no, no come back, this is serious!” He added pleadingly as you turned your back to walk away again. “Kenma’s sick.”

“What, why?”

“He ate too much pie earlier,” Kuroo answered dejectedly. You rolled your eyes.

“I told you not to give him the whole pie, you spoil him too much, Tetsurou.”

Kuroo groaned, rubbing his face. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” It amused you how Kenma had his boyfriend wrapped around his finger, but it was bound to backfire eventually.

“Can you run to the convenience store and get some medicine?” He asked, digging into his pocket for his wallet. He gave you some cash and a list of medicine and sports drinks.

“—he doesn’t like the orange Gatorade so get blue ones if you can—oh, Tsukki, hey!” Kuroo had spotted the blonde as he was walking along the hallway behind you, cutting off his long list of instructions. He shot him an irritated look but approached you two anyways.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked you, completely ignoring Kuroo, noting how you were putting on your Nekoma High jacket.

You only began briefly explaining everything when Kuroo butt in. “You should go too, Tsukki.”

“No, Kuroo, stop it. It’s fine, it’s getting late anyway, you should just go to bed, Tsukishima—”

“No, Kuroo-san is right, I should go with you. It isn't safe at this hour.” Tsukishima reasoned.

Kuroo momentarily forgot his worry for Kenma and shot you two a sly grin, giving you two knowing looks. When Tsukishima left to grab his jacket, you immediately turned to Kuroo and smacked his arm.

“Tetsurou!” You hissed. He merely grinned as he rubbed his abused bicep. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything!—Ow! Okay fine, you maniac.” He yelped as you sent another smack to his arm. “You two just needed a little push.”

“He doesn’t even like me, Tetsurou, just stop it already.”

He blinked incredulously at you, evidently confused. “What do you mean, isn’t it obvious that—”

A familiar voice suddenly called out your name, Tsukishima was waiting for you by the top of the stairs leading down to the first floor. You quickly zip up your jacket and run towards him, waving goodbye to Kuroo.

Kuroo simply shook his head as he watched your retreating figure. “Kids these days.”

“You really didn’t have to come with me you know.” You repeated as you and Tsukishima left the relatively empty 7-11, a plastic bag filled with two sports drinks and medication, in Tsukishima’s hand.

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to go with you.” Tsukishima stated and your heart fluttered. Did he want to spend time with you? “Hinata and Kageyama were fighting again, I needed to get away from the stupidity in the room.”

Your heart sank just as quickly as your hopes were raised.

Regardless, a comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you walked back to the school, a big change from your first encounter just a few days ago, it’s funny how comfortable you two have gotten in such a short time.

The silence was broken though when Tsukishima suddenly cleared his throat. “I think I have to apologize to you.”

You tilted your head in curiosity. “Oh?”

“I didn’t want to tell you this but—” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “The reason why Kuroo was acting so weirdly was because I asked him about you before during the past training camp.”

It took a few seconds before this registered in your head. Tsukishima avoided eye contact with you, looking at anything except you.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—ugh, do I have to spell it out to you word by word?” He grumbled, evidently flustered.

Then it clicked.

Your eyes grew wide as you spoke out loud. Stopping midstep as you turned to face Tsukishima. “Do you…like me?”

At these words, Tsukishima grew even redder than before. He averted his gaze as his hand went up to cover his mouth.

“Yeah—maybe.” He croaked out.

You felt your chest swell with elation at these words. You definitely had to thank Kuroo now, and perhaps give him a few punches for not telling you anything. You couldn’t fight the smile from spreading on your face.

“Don’t laugh!” He exclaimed at your reaction, embarrassment making his ears turn red.

“I’m not laughing! I’m just really happy.”

A burst of courage suddenly filled you as you walked up to him, taking the plastic bag from his hands and pulling him down to place a peck on his cheek.

“I like you too, Tsukishima.”

[memoriashell]

the luck of the draw ( surely is not in her favor )

Characters /  Pairing: Fukawa Touko / Naegi Komaru ( focused ), ft. ( some of ) Class 78

crossposted on ao3

Notes: day two of @tokomaruweek, i'm combining the killing game and talentswap prompts!! it’s still before midnight i’m totally not late at all here,

featuring my totally not original talent / roleswap luck student komaru au. because creativity is dead and i think komaru being stuck in a killing game is ??? when you think about the fact that komaru canonically sees ghosts. you KNOW she ends up possessed by one of the dead students in the last trial bc someone wants to say fuck you to the mastermind :/ also the fact that syo remembers shit but just never says anything feels like great potential!! they just want to love their partner but toko won’t let them front this is homphobia /j

anyways this au just lives in my wips rent free bc i keep changing my mind on how i want things to play out anyways. so this is more of a concept and not canon to that au if i ever finish it and that's also why this takes place in ch1 so i don't gotta think too hard on the details <3 any talents brought up are the ones i'm for sure sticking with.

tws for touko's general paranoia / anxiety / etc, mentions of murder bc kg au, and also since i usually depict syo as nonbinary with they/them pronouns, komaru’s technically accidentally misgendering them from her pov bc she doesn’t/can’t tell that syo is fronting, in case that bothers you!!

Summary: for being chosen on the basis of luck, it doesn't feel like she's ever going to catch a break here.

It’s quiet, this morning.

Not that she really knows any better— they’ve only been trapped in the school with the murder bear for a few days, after all. So maybe Komaru’s focusing on the wrong part.

It’s less that it’s quiet, there’s a few faces missing that she’d have expected to get there before her. Especially since she’d managed to sleep through her alarm again and had been kind of late; she had fully expected to be greeted with a lecture as soon as she’d gotten to the dining hall. Alright, one person specifically that stands out in her mind, but it hasn’t gone unnoticed by her that Fukawa’s not there yet. Weird, given the moral compass had lectured her for being tardy to meet up with everyone on their first day, and then for sleeping in the first morning, but...given the videos that bear had shown them the previous day, she supposes she can’t blame some people to feel reluctant to show up. Maybe that’s where she is? Going around to check on people? She had seemed a little paranoid that people were skipping out on gathering in the morning on purpose...

( Because she really, really doesn’t want to think about the possibility that Fukawa, or any of her other classmates might possibly be dead. That someone would have actually gone through with trying to kill one another? So she simply won’t think about that fact. It feels kind of like a Pavlovian...no, wait, that’s the wrong person. Uh. Freudian theory? Ah! Schrödinger’s cat. Yeah, that kind of scenario )

Okay, that settles it! She should probably have breakfast first, and if Fukawa hasn’t shown up by the time she finishes, she’ll go see if she can find her. Besides, she’s sure they aren’t the only ones who are concerned about the ones that haven’t shown up. Maizono seemed super nice ( unsurprisingly ), so maybe if she’s still hanging out in the dining hall, Komaru can convince her to help her in her search! Now that she thinks about it, she can probably ask anyone that comes by the dining hall for any leads.

...But why does she care so much in the first place? It’s not like she doesn’t care about the others: even the ones already dead— she can’t place why exactly she feels attached to people she barely knew, but she’s always been pretty sentimental. Maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s the way Fukawa seems to try so hard to be close to people in one moment, and then so distant in the next.

In any case, standing in front of the fridge and spacing out is probably far from a good idea, besides the obvious fact that she’s in the way— she doesn’t even notice that someone has decided to take advantage of her distracted state to pull the wool over her eyes. Er, the hoodie of her jacket, technically.

She’s hardly gotten a chance to push the hood back before a hand comes down on her head to ruffle her hair. Or, well, she presumes that is his intention, even if the gesture comes off as more of a light noogie. She puffs her cheeks out in a pout, glaring up while the other smirks down at her. “‘Sup, squirt? Falling asleep on yer feet, or is there another reason yer zoning out in the middle of the kitchen?” The baseball star tosses an apple in his hand like one would with a ball, and she considers lightly kicking Oowada’s ankles in retaliation.

“Just thinking. You probably shouldn’t play with your food like that though.” She responds, and he makes a face at her.

“Ah, so ya do still got something still rattlin’ in that tiny head of yours, good. Worried I knocked everything outta ya.” He teases, reaching past her to open the fridge door. “An’ why would you do that to yerself? It’s still too early in the mornin’ fer that shit.”

“Well...I’m just a little worried. There are fewer people hanging out in the dining hall this morning.” She admits.

He scowls. “Pretty sure they’re just antsy ‘cause of that damn bear ‘nd if any of them have a lick of sense in ‘em they’ll be busy looking fer a way out or somethin’. Don’t worry yer pretty lil’ head about it.”

“...Yeah, I guess.” She can’t help but worry, but her concern isn’t exactly going to help right now, at any rate. Maybe she’ll just find something that she can take with her to eat. “Oh! But speaking of that, did you happen to see Fukawa-san on your way here? I would’ve thought she would have stayed around here this morning, honestly.”

“Her? Mm, yeah, heard her and Ishimaru goin’ at it in the halls earlier—”

“They were what?” Before he can finish his sentence, Asahina’s voice cuts in from behind her, pitch breaking midspeech.

“Fighin’! They were jus’ yelling at each other! N...Not anything weird!” Oowada backtracks in a panic when he realizes how poorly his wording could be misconstrued, even if such a thought never occurred to her. “Jeeze, ya think the Public Morals chick would engage in that shit? Not that I don’t think she might be a bit hypocritical with her rules ‘nd shit but—”

“No! No, I don’t! That’s why I was asking!” Asahina retorts with a huff, and while they bicker, Komaru takes this as an opportunity to slink out of the kitchen with a slice of toast. Unfortunately, Maizono seems to have left in that span of time, but the Clairvoyant happens to be sitting alone, so she figures she might see if she has anything interesting to contribute.

Enoshima opens an eye to stare at her upon hearing her footsteps, presumably, and before Komaru can even greet her, she speaks, monotone. “Four.”

Whatever question you’d planned to say dies in your throat, instead sputtering out a bewildered, “H-Huh?”

“It’s your lucky number for the day.” She sounds bored, as if she’d been stating the obvious, instead of some cryptic statement.

“...Isn’t that the number of death?” She is less certain of herself than she wants to be, ignoring the shiver that runs down her back upon realizing this.

Enoshima grins at that, for reasons she doesn’t understand; cheery voice a total 180 from what it’d been moments ago. “Well, perhaps it means you’ll be having a meeting with death today? Probably about time someone kicked the bucket, someone was bound to snap sooner or later... I’m sure your luck will kick in though, right? But I’ll wish you good luck anyways!”

“Thank you...?” Is that the appropriate response here? She’s not sure, but it’s probably not worth lingering on any longer than she already has, and decides with a rising urgency that maybe she should find Fukawa.

Although, recounting the conversation in the kitchen, she wonders if she should check on Ishimaru as well. Neither of them really struck Komaru as the kind to fight ( with their fists, at least, Fukawa’s mouth seemed set on picking a fight half the time ), so to say she was a little concerned might be an understatement. Given the writer had a tendency to be more openly friendly she could probably get a straight...well, an honest answer from him as to what had happened.

But she wanders for what feels like ages, and doesn’t have any luck ( haha, the irony ) in finding any hint as to where either of them might have gone, and decides to stick to her efforts to find Fukawa first. Ishimaru seemed like the type to be more resilient, so maybe she can catch him around their next meal time. If he didn’t lose track of time again, at least...

Ugh, she’d kill to honestly run into anyone around here. Not literally kill, obviously, but for reasons she’s been trying to keep quiet on, she really hates wandering the halls alone: or most places that they can access right now, to be honest. She keeps seeing this one ghost this one ghost in particular ( or at least Komaru is pretty sure she’s a ghost ), but she refuses to acknowledge her hanging around because that would be weird, and she would like to seem normal and if someone saw that it’d be a hassle to explain.

Fortunately, her search finally turns up fruitful when she finds Fukawa spacing out in the A/V room.

...Unfortunately for her, finding Fukawa earns her a pretty close brush with death. In the blink of an eye, a pair of scissors are thrust against her throat, pinning her back against the moment she steps into the room.

Oh. Uh. Oh god? Was Enoshima actually right about that? Her breath catches in her throat and for a moment, she wonders who would find her if she was killed here. Would they care? What about her parents— Makoto?

Would they sigh and just ponder if she’d ever been lucky at all?

And just as quick, the cold metal is pulled away from where it rests against her neck. “Oh. It’s just you.” The words are spoken with more warmth than she can ever recall hearing Fukawa speak with, which is really weird considering what just went down.

Ever so smartly, Komaru doesn’t actually process what is said to her, and responds with, “Isn’t that technically against the rules?”

A thin eyebrow is raised at her, scissors being tucked away under her shirt. Uh. “No? That’s what they want, right? Or are you so naive that you think that everyone would really follow the rules?”

Well. She’s probably not entirely wrong in thinking that she’s naive, but... “Isn’t, uhm. Isn’t that your thing, though? The rules?”

Fukawa looks startled to have this pointed out to her, for some reason. “Oh, hahaha, yeah. T-Totally! I was just...uh, testing you.”

Okay, now she’s just downright acting strange? Komaru’s willing to give her the benefit of the doubt that maybe she’s just acting odd because the videos are weighing on her mind. They are in the AV room, after all. Something doesn’t add up though, but she can’t quite place what it is...

Komaru opens her mouth to ask the other a question, but when she looks back over at Fukawa, her expression has gone kind of...distant? Hazy? She doesn’t quite know how to describe it, and begins to ask if she’s feeling okay when the other girl sort of...collapses into her, arms going around her loosely. She panics a little because that can’t be a sign of anything good, right? Is she feeling dizzy? She’s not passed out, and at least she’s breathing normally. She’s surprisingly pretty light, so it’s not like it’s really an issue to just help support her until she feels better.

The only warning that she gets is the feeling of the other girl tensing up before Fukawa suddenly bolts upright and shoves herself away. Komaru frowns a little, not because of the sudden change in attitude ( if anything, she finds that strangely reliving ), but moreso out of concern, attempting to reach her hands out to help steady her on her feet, but gets her hands slapped away before she can do so. “Don’t touch me.” She hisses.

Okay she’d be lying if she said that didn’t sting, but she can’t help but laugh for a moment. “Ahaha— sorry, I’m not laughing at you. For a moment there, you seemed like a completely different person! I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, Fukawa-san.” If she were more aware of the situation, she might feel more guilty for being unintentionally insensitive: but as she doesn't, she simply misses the way the other looks nervous for a moment while she wonders what that had been all about ( but can’t quite gather the nerve to actually ask ).

“Y-Yeah, real likely story. You just...just came to l-laugh at me in a moment of weakness, r-r-right?” She glares, hands clenched. “I know your type! No one is...is actually that nice w-without some kind of ulterior motive.”

Is that what she actually thinks about me?

“No! I really am glad to see you’re feeling better. You really had me scared there for a minute.” She says sincerely, offering her a reassuring smile. “If you want, I’ll listen to whatever’s bothering you. It’ll stay between us.”

Fukawa scowls, watching her for a long minute with a guarded expression. “There w-was something on the, uh, disc that Monokuma gave you, right? Just like— like everyone else?”

Huh? Well, if this is what it takes to get her trust, then she supposes she can talk about it... “Yeah. It was my parents and my older brother. It’s...kinda scary to think about, honestly. What about you, Fukawa-san? Was it also your family?”

“No. M-M-Mine was blank. Because...because there was no one to choose. Or so he says.” Her jaw is clenched. “Of course, I had to— I acted like I was the same as everyone else, b-because it’d be strange if I didn’t, right? You’d think I was, was working with them or something...everyone would really hate me after th-yhat.”

“Uhm, I’m pretty sure Togami-san didn’t even blink an eye...?” She tries to bring up as a counterpoint, but apparently she has more to say.

“A-A-And before you ask, it’s not like they’re wrong about that, so...so it didn’t surprise me to here it. But everyone got s...something similar, right? All these personal th-things about us...just how much do they really know? How are we supposed to act like, like this is all normal when they’ve got that kind of leverage over us...!”

Oh. She’s shaking— she’s scared. She’s been putting up a front? Komaru puts two and two together after a moment, gently taking the other girl’s hands in her own. This time, she doesn’t get pushed away.

“I’m scared too.” She admits. “Thinking about it like that is scary. But that’s what they want from us, right? To make us scared, so we act the way he wants us to, right?”

Fukawa remains silent, but the conflicted look on her face at least indicated that she was paying attention to her and not ignoring her like she might’ve feared. Komaru squeezes her hands in an attempt to be reassuring. “But you think we’ll all get out alive, right? So no matter what, as long as you believe that, no matter what they might know we’ll be okay. And if you don’t think you can do that on your own, I’ll be right here to support you. So we’ll definitely get out alive, it’s a promise...!”

“You...You really don’t know wh-wh-what you’re saying.” She mutters under her breath, but Komaru takes it in stride with a grin.

“That’s not a no!” It’s not a yes either, but Fukawa doesn’t humor her in further acknowledging the subject: it doesn’t really mater, because Komaru sees a hint of what might be called a smile in her gentle expression.

Yes, at least with one of your peers, you are sure you’ve grown a little closer with today ( and for today, that is a good enough start ).