A few things Tsukishima Kei would never admit

Tsukishima Kei would never admit his habit of watching his girlfriend, Takara Fuji, fall asleep.

But as they laid against each other on a Friday night, quiet and tired, after a whole day of putting up with his teammates antics, he watched her snuggle her head onto his waiting arm. She yawned.

Good night, Kei. He heard her whisper. It really is tiring being the assistant ma...

And so he watched her eyelids tiredly droop, slowly hiding the brown irises that held him hostage most of the time. Her face relaxed, and her voice faded out completely.

Finally, he thought. Finally asleep.

After waiting a few moments, Tsukishima adjusted his body to see her face better under the dim light of his lamp. Her brown hair was sprawled on the pillows, with some curls framing her sleeping face. Her lips were slightly open, kissable, but entirely innocent. He almost wanted to wake her.

You're really not allowed to look like this, Takara. He sighed in his mind. It's not fair.

It really wasn't fair. Not to him. Not recently, at least.

They had both been too occupied preparing for the upcoming Spring playoffs. Well, he couldn't help it—he had to. He was middle blocker, for God's sake. As assistant manager, on the other hand—Takara had to scout enemy players, jot down possible tactics, all the while supplying refreshments and humor for the team. Not that they were the type to complain, but they really hadn't gotten quality time for a while. So imagine his surprise when his 5'2'' girlfriend stomp over to him after practice, her face fuming with anger, shouting—

"Tsukishima Kei! Outside the courts, now!"

When they were finally away from curious eyes. "What is it, Takara?"

His eyes widened in surprise when the usually calm assistant manager took in a deep breath to shout, "I! Am! So! Stressseeddd!" He was pretty sure she had scared off all the crows in the vicinity. "Arghh!" He watched her breathe in and out repeatedly, trying to calm herself . "Okay. Okay. Sorry. Just had to get that out there." She fanned her face with her restless hands.

He smirked, a plan forming in his mind. "I might know someone who could help." He paused. "With your 'stress' and all."

And so he watched her face go from confusion to understanding—she was now red from embarrassment. "Stop that! We're in school!"

He feigned innocence. "I was just suggesting dinner at my place." A smirk. "What were you thinking?"

He couldn't believe she could become redder, but she did. "N-Nothing! F-fine, whatever. Let's go eat."

And they did have dinner.

It was just Takara almost smacked her face into her plate (three times!), desperate for food and sleep. And of course, for the sole purpose of being Tsukishima Kei, he shrugged it off and pretended like this was a normal thing for her to do during hell weeks when his mother chidded him...

"She's so dead on her feet. Just have her sleep over Kei-kun, it's fine." His mother said as they finished dinner. "I'll call her parents and tell her so you won't have to." He could feel his mother's joy as she headed over to the telephone.

He shot his mother an exasperated, knowing look before he sighed and proceeded to carry his half-dead girlfriend into his room.

A voice shakes him out of his reverie. He is almost asleep.

Kei? A peeking eye. Not sleepy yet?

He slightly shakes his head. I am... very sleepy.

A small smile. Okay, good...

Good night, Takara.

Thanks for reading! A few more drabbles to follow (maybe 10 more?) before I publish my Tsukki/OC fic. Hope you guys read that too!

(If you have any prompts for a Tsukki/OC, I'll do a quick drabble for you if you want. Just review below!)