You’re lying on your bed, the glow of your phone lighting up the dark room. Thumb lazily swiping, you’re half-watching Instagram reels, half-bored. Then suddenly, your scrolling pauses. A tall, blond volleyball player stares back at you from the screen. His sharp features, glasses catching the light, that smug little smirk—Tsukishima Kei.
Your heart skips, then races. Without overthinking, you tap on his photo and slide straight into his DMs. "hi handsomee 🤤"
You snicker at your own boldness, tossing your phone onto the blanket. A second later, it buzzes. You grab it again—he replied.
"Who is this?"
Your fingers move faster than your thoughts. "your future."
For a second, you think you might’ve scared him off. But then another bubble pops up on the screen. "Damn… where’s your house at? I’m going there. If you’re alone then just play with me 😝"
Your face heats instantly. You press the heart reaction on his message, pulse drumming in your ears. Against all reason, you type out your address.
The minutes crawl by. Every sound outside makes your stomach flip. Then, a knock at the door. Your legs feel weak, but you force yourself up, phone still clutched in your hand.
When you open it, you almost forget to breathe. He’s there. Tsukishima, in real life—taller than you imagined, hair messy like he’d just walked out of practice, a cocky look in his eyes that’s somehow even sharper in person.
“Wow,” he says, sliding his hands into his pockets, leaning lazily against the frame. “Didn’t think you’d actually drop your address. You’re bold.”
You manage a small laugh, though your nerves are sparking like live wires. “And you’re reckless for showing up.”
He smirks. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see if my future was telling the truth.”
Before you can reply, he steps inside like he already belongs there, brushing past you with that tall, looming presence that makes your heart flutter and your mind go blank.
The reality of it hits you—Tsukishima Kei is standing in your living room, phone still in his hand, like this is the most natural thing in the world.
“Alone, huh?” he teases, glancing around. “Guess you don’t mind playing with me after all.”
You roll your eyes, trying to hide the fact that your pulse is still racing, but your grin gives you away.
And just like that, a bold DM turns into something far more real.