AN: Looks like this fluff will end up being a few chapters long mainly since I'm having fun writing it.

I'm thinking that the scenarios that I'll be willing to take will mainly be little filler chapters (unless they fit the "plot") Feel free to suggest things for pre and post relationship as well as NSFW's of varying degrees (like I said in the previous chapter I am more than happy to write a few of them ;P)

Thanks for the support and with that I present chapter 2

The bell rung and the five of us walked off to our respective classrooms.

"Text us when you ask him Kei-chan," Natsumi called out as she entered a nearby classroom.

"Good luck!" The twins said in unison as they followed suite and Saya simply gave me a thumbs up before disappearing down the hall. I walked back into 4-1 and practically body checked someone.

"Sorry! Sorry!" I said looking up at whoever it was. Just my luck, Tsukishima Kei was looking down at me giving me on of his classic annoyed looks (sigh…). My face must have turned fire engine red with embarrassment. I let out an awkward squeak; which only made me blush harder, then gathering whatever dignity I could salvage I made my way past him and sat down in my seat. I refused to look up, so I opened my notebook and pretended to stare intently at the page. I pulled out a pencil and began a drawing in an empty corner. I stayed like that, pretending to work until the teacher entered and class started.

Part way through class I started another sketch, the subject of which was one I had plenty of practice with. I drew Tsukishima; I always drew him studying, his focus was evident and the expression was always interesting but today I drew him with a smile. I rarely saw him smile and when he did it was usually when he was making fun of someone. The smile I drew was small and innocent; if I had my colors with me I would have added a slight blush (it was the only way I thought the expression would make sense). When class ended and we took our break I ripped the page out of my book and stowed it carefully in my bag.

The rest of the class passed uneventfully, I still refused to look over at Tsukishima, though I did do a few more drawings of my other classmates.

When the final bell rang I made to leave the class as quickly as possible, art club had a meeting today and I really didn't want to be late. Just before I exited my sensei called out.

"Don't forget to ask!" She reminded me. I nodded even though I was planning to avoid the situation for as long as possible. I ninjad the rest of the way to the art club's meeting place. My mind set was that if I didn't see Tsukishima I didn't have to ask him (for how long this would work I had no idea). My stealth led me to be the first to arrive in the clubroom so I went to the supply closet pulled out some pencils and went to work on coloring my latest Tsukishima drawing.

"Whatcha got their Keiko?" Instinct took over when I felt hands on my shoulders. My body launched forward to cover the drawing which also sent my pencil crayons crashing all over the floor.

"Jeez Saya! Don't sneak up on me." Saya giggled and bent to help clean up the mess.

"I like the drawing Keiko, it's your best one so far." I blushed at her words not because I was particularly modest about my work (if you can do something well you should be proud of yourself) but because she new the full extent of the Tsukishima themed art I had accumulated (god I was such a stalker). While the two of us cleaned up the rest of the art club filtered in. There were seven of us in total, most were in there second and third years. Once everyone arrived club activities begun, which mostly meant everyone began finding supplies and getting down to work.

We worked until the sky outside was turning dark and people had stopped being productive for a while.

"Have a safe trip home!" One of the third years called out when we had cleaned up and locked the clubroom for the night.

"You too sempai!" Saya and I called back. When the rest of our group parted ways we began to walk off in the direction of home.

"Woah! Wait a second Keiko where do you think you're going?"

"Home like I always do." Saya clicked her tongue and shook her head at me.

"Think, isn't there something you need to do?" I huffed; I honestly was praying that she had forgotten like I was trying to do.

"Betcha could probably find him in the gym, the boys volleyball team usually practices pretty late." Saya was already tugging my sleeve and leading me back towards the school's buildings.

"Saya! Have mercy on me," I whined (we called Saya the mom of a our group but acting like a child wasn't getting me anywhere).

"Keiko shut it! Do you want to repeat the school year?" I stopped whining after that (why did she always have to be right?) We walked (or rather Saya walked and I was pulled along) in relative silence, during that time I had started to calm down. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad, I knew Tsukishima didn't have the best personality but I had dealt with some difficult (and somewhat annoying) people before. When the larger of the two gyms came into view all my anxieties returned in one big wave of emotions.

"I can't do this Saya, please I'll do anything!"

"You should have thought of that before you started failing." This was not an argument I was going to win anytime soon.

"And honesty if you're so scared of the boy why the hell do you like him so much?"

"Because…" How was I supposed to explain it to her? How was I supposed to say that the moment I met him my heart seemed to jump out of my chest? How did I explain that the butterflies and shivers he made me feel felt so right? Saya had stopped walking and was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Because I just do." She sighed and raised her hands in defeat. I could tell it wasn't the answer she had been hoping for but still she was smiling (that had to be a good sign. Right?)

"Go Keiko. Get it over with." She gave me an encouraging push forward that sent me stumbling.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" She added once I had regained my balance.

"No. You have to help your mom with dinner." I remembered that today Saya's dad was away, and I already was making her late.

"Alright, if you're sure just text me when you leave so I know you didn't die or something." She was only joking but honestly at this point it could happen. Saya still didn't look convinced so I took a few nervous steps towards the gym just to prove I was serious. She watched me walk the whole way there before leaving then once she was gone I put my hand on the door.

"Deep breath Keiko" I repeated over and over out loud.

"Right I've got this!" I placed my hand on the door once again but it opened before I could push.

It was bad enough that Tsukishima opened the door but the fact that the rest of the volleyball team was right behind him. For a second I thought that my body had caught fire. Tsukishima looked a bit confused, as did most of the team except for a pair of boys, one bald and the other that was adorably pocket sized, that were staring kind of bug eyed at me. I opened my mouth but nothing came out, I tried again but by this time I was to panicked so I did the only thing that I could think of and ran.

In the gym:

"What was that all about?" Daichi asked Tsukishima. It was clear to him and for the rest of the team that it was the tall blonde that had made the girl run away.

"The giant must have scared her," Kageyama said with a little smirk.

"Shut up king!" Tsukishima snapped back.

"Tsukishima! Don't scare cute girls!" Tanaka yelled while Nishinoya and Hinata shouted their support behind him.

"Why is this my fault?" Tsukishima questioned but it was clear no one was going to listen.

Back to Keiko:

Saya had ridden her bike today so she was long gone (there was no one to see my shame) and luckily I lived nearby. I didn't stop running until I reached my street and by that time I was pretty winded. I fumbled with my keys in between trying to catch my breath. Inside I yelled "I'm home" then went straight upstairs to my room.

"Kei-ko!" A singsong voice called from behind my closed door. I didn't answer, I couldn't even text Saya to tell her about my failure (I would just not yet, I was to busy reliving the trauma).

"Keiko? Are you alright?"

"Go away Mizuho," I called back but of course being the nosy big sister she was Mizuho didn't listen.

"Keiko, what happened? You didn't come down for dinner." She sat on the edge of my bed and played with her hair.

"How do you talk to boys?" I asked quietly. As soon as the words left my mouth Mizuho's ears immediately perked up and a somewhat creepy smile crossed her face.

"Is it the boy you draw all the time? IS IT? IS IT?" She was bouncing on the bed now, and I worried I was going to fall off.

"IT IS! Your blushing Keiko you're such a cutie."

"Don't tell mom!" I really didn't need her over thinking my problems. She was already busy at her new job in the city; she could hardly come home to see us.

"Don't worry, I'm just so happy! My little sister is growing up," she then proceeded to squee loudly into my ear.

"So what's his name?" Mizuho asked after calming down a bit.

"Tsukishima Kei."

"Kei and Keiko, you match! Swag."

"I had to ask him for help studying but I ran away…" I flopped back onto my bed and flipped onto my stomach, burying my face in my pillow.

"But you're so cute and fab I'm sure he'd love you." I peered out and gave her an incredulous look.

"What? You're flawless."

"You really think so?" Sister pep talk was definitely what I needed.

"Of course! Now tomorrow you go out there and talk to him!"

"Okay." I gave her a smile; Mizuho's energy was infectious and she always knew exactly what to say.

"Yay! You go out there and fuck some radishes!" Okay so she knew exactly what to say most of the time, she did like to spout out some random crap.

AN: Special thanks to Yuuki no Yuki, MoonliteSonatina and Hokshi for being the first to follow this story your support is greatly appreciated! Sorry for the late update I just finished exams *cheers*