five kinds of kisses. | tsukishima kei x gn!reader
i. after practise kisses
Tsukishima has practise every day after school. You'd wait for him every day. He tells you not to, but you do anyways because what kind of lover would you be if you went home, leaving your boyfriend alone to work hard and walk home by himself? Besides, watching him as he moves around the court is always interesting.
After practise ends, he is drenched in sweat and his breathing is a little heavy. You walk up to Tsukki, a towel in one hand and the other holding his drink bottle.
He accepts the water bottle silently; his Adam's apple bob as he drinks the water. "You know you don't have to wait for me every time I have practise," he says for the umpteenth time when he finishes his drink.
"I know," you reply, "but I do it anyways." You give him a crooked grin; you held up an end of the towel, gently dabbing the cloth to his sweat-streaked forehead.
Tsukishima tries to swat your hand away