“Ok everyone, break time!” called out Daichi, giving the volleyball club a ten minute break.
“Here Kei,” you called out, throwing him a towel.
“Thanks,” he said quietly, wiping off his sweat before reaching into your bag.
“Oi, Kei! What are you doing?” you panicked, trying to pull your bag away from his grasp.
“Looking for my snack,” he answered, grabbing a slice of strawberry shortcake from your bag, blocking off your hands as if it was just a puff of air as you sighed, your boyfriend’s strength being way too much for you to go against.
“You really shouldn’t be eating that everyday you know. Especially as an athlete,” you chided, only to be totally ignored.
“Well, you bring it everyday anyway. It would be a waste of cake to just leave it unfinished, so it’s technically your fault.”
“What?!” you screamed out, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. So it was your fault for wanting to treat your boyfriend to a nice reward after volleyball practice. Well fine then, two can play at that game.
“Ok then, since it’s my fault for bringing it for you, I’ll just eat it myself then,” you commented nonchalantly, snatching the plate from him and finishing it all in one bite.
“Hmph! Can’t enjoy your snack now can you, Tsu-ki-shi-ma?”
He flinched at that, you only ever calling him by his last name when you were upset. However, he was the prideful type, he wouldn’t just stop there. Instead, he smirked at you, and you gulped, knowing that whatever idea the blonde had in store for you would not end well.
“Oh, I can still enjoy my snack (Name).”
“What? But…” you started, but before you knew what was happening, Tsukishima grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look into his eyes, before a warm pair of lips covered your own.
Your eyes closed automatically at the familiar sensation, arms wrapping around his neck as you responded to the kiss, hands playing with his hair. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, gaining entrance as you gasped in surprise. He took this chance to explore the rest of your mouth, as you held on tight to his shirt, knees unable to support your own weight anymore.
Parting to breathe, he licked his lips, tasting the strawberry shortcake you had stuffed down your throat earlier.
“Sweet…” he mumbled to himself, before focusing his gaze on your face, which was flushed bright red due to the make-out session you two just had.
“Now, maybe I should continue with my snack,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss you again, totally forgetting about the rest of the team standing behind them (where everyone could do nothing but stare at you two, speechless).
On another note, two things were accomplished that day. One, you had gained a new liking for strawberry shortcake and two, you had managed to stop Tsukishima’s obsession over it (as he now has a new favourite snack to devour every break).