Tsukishima x Reader- Movie theatre pt.2- sad

You snickered. Five hundred likes on your photo already, and even more comments. You almost, almost, felt sorry for him, but he deserved to be taken down a notch. Or maybe more than one. You never found the note that he left you. When he left and closed the door, it had fallen off the table and slipped into the coat closet. A very unfortunate coincidence. 

The best one showed him with his mouth wide open, slumped to the side on your shoulder. And of course, drooling onto your face. You weren't mean, but hell, you weren't the sweet chick that people thought you were. Once people got to know you, the true you came out, the one that was comforting, creative, and free, but also their you that was un-politicly correct, humorous, and what made you speak your mind. 

Some people loved you for it, and some hated it, but Tsukki, loved it. Except for the odd occasion you decided to send out embarrassing photos of him because he left without telling him where he was going. You weren't even angry, you knew it had nothing to do with you and he was very busy, but as your boyfriend, he had a responsibility to at least say goodbye to you, or leave a note, and he wouldn't care, anyway. Or would he

you keep watching in amusement as the comments stacked up

Kencat: lol

Yamaguchi: mean. Not funny, (last name)-chan

Hinata: ha ha! He looks like such an idiot!

Kageyama: hahaha!

  And off course, quite a few people did agree, which kept you entertained, and it was the first time that your feed had blown up as well, which, although wasn't a priority of yours, was still nice from time to time. 

You were still in your pajamas, or rather, your black sweats and a thin shirt that exposed all of your beautiful curves, which Tsukishima had newer gotten the chance to se, except in the dark. 

When Tsukki got back, it was only 2:30. You were still on your phone, laying on the couch with one leg draped over the top, your legs wide open. Apparently, you had not gotten the best sleep the night before, and your eyes were half closed, in spite of the fact that an exciting episode of (favorite anime) was on, and your phone was in hand. 

You heard a door slam and looked over at Tsukishima coming through the door. He huffed very loudly, and his expression was less than pleasant compared to his usual scowl. Your eyes fluttered the rest of the way open and you smiled innocently. 

The one thing that Tsukki did not understand about you was that, unlike anyone else he had ever met, were not scared of him. Nothing he could ever say or do seemed to make you upset. Sometimes he loved you for it, but sometimes he hated you. Most of the time he loved you though, it was great to have someone who treated you like anyone else.

Tsukki was, undeniably, socially awkward. He hid behind his insults to shield the sweet, self-conscious person he really was. When he was younger, he was made fun of so he doesn't show people how kind he truly is, he thinks they'll take advantage of him. 

This all changed when you came around. He told you things that he would never mention to anyone else. Some of it you had to piece together, but shit, he didn't even tell Yamaguchi a lot of this stuff, and they were best friends. Yamaguchi had also been the prey of vicious bullying when he was younger, which was part of why Tsukishima would protect him so much. He didn't want his best friend to hurt or suffer.

That story had practically made your heart melt. You had never known him to be anything other than a self absorbed obnoxious boy that everyone else saw.  was why he was so upset when he came barging through your wrong door and stored over to the couch. 

"Hey, you're back. Where were you?" You raided an eyebrow. 

'You know where I was." His frown deepened. He refused to tell you how much the photo upset him, and he didn't really know why it made him feel that way either. He had been so stressed lately, balancing family, grades, friends, and volleyball. "And next time, could you NOT post a photo me like that." 

You knew him too well for I'm to hide his feelings from you, so you just motioned for him to come lay on the couch with you. 

'How'd the game go? 

'We lost."

"Oh"

That must have been part of why he was so unhappy. Nobody could decipher his emotions better than you, but judging on how he was acting, you could assume that he was... sad. In some way, although you weren't sure what it could be. 

He was not the kind of person to be very cuddly, even behind closed doors, so when he plopped down next to you and buried his face into your chest, you were very surprised. He was so cute when he was sad, you loved it. 

You managed to move him enough that your head was on the armrest and is head could be on your chest. You wrapped one arm around his back and used thee other to run your fingers through his silky blonde hair. 

You had to bite your lip when you smelled his hair. Strawberries. Was it even legal to be that cute? Probably not. Something wet soaked through your shirt. When you opened your eyes, you gently lifted Tsukki's head up and saw that he was crying. He quickly curled back up into a ball, with his arms in. He did that when he was sad. 

There was nothing you could think of to comfort him, so you just hugged him tighter and gently caressed his back. His crying like this was something you had never seen before and concerned you. You had cried in front of him and he had been there, but you had never seen him cry, not like this. 

His silent tears soaked the cushion as you continued to hold him. You felt a twinge of guilt. 

Did I do this? Did I hurt him?

When he finally stopped, you gently took his head in both hands. His red eyes and tear stained face made him look so vulnerable. 

"Tsukki,?"

"I-I have something to tell you."

"yes?" He was usually more direct, it wasn't like him to say he had something to say, he would usually just say it. You stroked his head, prompting him to keep going. 

"I've been really stressed lately. School is really worrying me, Volleyball is stressful" his voice wavered for a moment. "And everyone hates me, even Yamaguchi and my parents fight all the time and I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to hate me like everyone else."

He started to cry again, louder, this time. 

"Kei, I'll never hate you, but are you like, freaking out or something?"

He nodded, unable to speak, but even you, the calm, collected person you were began to freak out. What if he never stopped crying. You knew that wasn't possible, but still. Not being the most emotional person yourself, you really had no idea what to do when someone was upset. Besides this one time, you had never hugged/comforted anyone when they were upset, you usually took the stand-in-the-corner-and-this-is-really-awkward approach. 

You leaned in, placing your forehead on top of his and kissed him softly. You took note of how they were so tender and soft, salty from all of the tears that had ran down his face. He shudders, lips trembling as he tried not to cry, again. A tiny whimper came out. He felt so pathetic, sobbing uncontrollably like a baby. You slid your tongue onto his mouth, wiping away a stray tear with your thumb.

His response was surprisingly gentle as he slipped an arm around your back. He allowed you to take over, letting you slowly explore every bit of his mouth. When you finally broke away, he wasn't crying anymore, but a slight blush was on his cheeks. 

'Better?" 

"Yes"