sweet n salty ʚ꩜ɞ ⋆⑅˚₊ | tsukishima kei

The gym echoed with the squeak of shoes and the dull thud of volleyballs against the floor. Practice hadn't officially started yet, but Hinata was already mid-rant, arms flailing.

Hinata Shoyo

scowling, tossing a ball up and catching it No girl's gonna wanna date him if he always has such a salty attitude! I mean, who'd put up with that? All day long it's 'Hinata, you're short' and 'Hinata, you can't even jump high enough to—'

Yamaguchi Tadashi

cutting in, tone mild but certain He has a girlfriend, you know.

The gym went dead silent. Even Kageyama, who was stretching in the corner, paused mid-lunge.

Hinata Shoyo

jaw dropping WHAT?

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

snapping his head around so fast his neck cracked Who? WHO?

Nishinoya Yuu

dropping his water bottle, eyes wide NO WAY. NO WAY TSUKKI'S GOT A GIRL?

The door slid open with a loud clatter. Tsukishima walked in, gym bag slung over one shoulder, looking entirely unbothered by the chaos he'd just walked into. His eyes scanned the group with that familiar, lazy disinterest.

Tsukishima Kei

flat What are you all talking about now?

Hinata Shoyo

pointing a trembling finger at him YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!

Tsukishima Kei

blinks, adjusts his glasses Oh, yeah. Y/n.

Another beat of silence. Then, like a dam breaking—

Kageyama Tobio

frowning Y/n?

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

staring, incredulous But she's so... nice?

Nishinoya Yuu

throwing his hands up YOU??? AND Y/N?!

Tsukishima Kei

smirking slightly, pulling a towel from his bag What's so surprising about that?