There are two things Tsukishima knows he can do best. Talking shit and volleyball. He’s always to first one to come up with some sort of insult about anybody just by looking at them. He isn’t used to people shooting back at him just as fast, until he met you. Then it was like friendship at first sight.

Tsukishima strides to the cafeteria table where you and Yamaguchi sat with a plate of food in his hand, grimacing at the sight of what looked like slop on his tray. “No wonder the lunch lady can’t keep a husband. I’d leave her ass too if this was what she was cooking.” He snarked, pushing his lunch away from him.