"hey, tsukishima," tobio began-tsukishima and not kei, because whatever intimacy or affection they shared had already ended. "do you love me?" the question was asked with a passive expression. nonchalant. as though the answer wouldn't matter in the least either way. "no," he stated. "i don't love you." tobio gave him a small smile, bidding him goodnight, before closing the door to his bedroom. ⚠️ THERE IS SMUT IN THIS STORY; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️ If this story looks familiar, it's because I also posted it on AO3. I already wrote the second part of it out, too, so I would appreciate it if you guys checked that one out after this. I do not own Haikyuu; this is a work of fan fiction using the characters and setting of Haikyuu. I also do not own the cover art.