You’ve been dating tsukishima for a year, and things have been great. He’s caring but not mushy, and loving but not overbearing. You didn’t take his bluntness too personally, and are patient with him. You two compliment eachother so nicely, it’s almost perfect. Almost.

While tsukishima enjoys the calmness of a simple volleyball game, you were a street racer. Everytime you went out, it scared tsukishima half to death. He hated the danger, he hated everything about what you did. But every time he tried to bring up his concern, he’d chicken out and just make a snarky remark, which you always took as him just messing around. It was driving him nuts.

Today, tsukishima was having a rest day, since he had a game tomorrow, and a test the next day. You on the other hand decided to go out racing, partly to give him space, and partly cause you wanted some fun. But tsukishima was determined to make you stay, and was so close to being able to tell you how he truly felt about your passions.

You were just about to leave his dorm, your bag all packed with gear when suddenly tsukishima grabbed your hand, pulling you back inside. "I have something I need you to do before you go." He said calmly, desperately trying to find something that would keep you busy. He eventually settled on demanding you clean up some dirty clothes you had left in his dorms bedroom, which usually wasn't a problem.