Title: Workplace Accidents
Fandom: Haikyuu!! (Office AU)
Rating: T / PG?
Lenght: 718 words
Challenge: Cut
Summary: Office clerk Tsukishima keeps getting dragged into trouble by his chaotic coworkers.


“Tsukishima-san!”


The muffled yelling was followed by a too-familiar noise as the door fell open, revealing a distraught Hinata dragging his officemate in by the sleeve of his shirt. Tsukishima barely swallowed a groan. Fate was cruel, forcing him to share a floor with two chaos magnets.

“I’m busy.” He stared at the Excel document he’d been editing the last two days without much progress. The end of his work day was approaching. He didn’t have time for bullshit.

“Kageyama had an accident!” Hinata’s clumsy wording made Tsukishima look up against his will.

“Just a paper cut.” Kageyama shrugged, his face as blank as ever. Tsukishima had to squint to see the red on his middle finger that he was holding up in an obscene gesture. Seriously?

“I can still work. Hinata’s making a fuss over nothing.”

“Well, what if you get sepsis? Do you want to get sepsis?”

“Of course, not, dumbass! The paper was clean!”

“It was before you started bleeding all over it!”

Tsukishima resisted the temptation of telling the two to get a compression bandage and some banked blood, but knowing them, they wouldn’t spot the sarcasm and tell their boss. Ugh.

With a long-suffering sigh, he heaved himself out of his spinny chair. “This better be quick.”


Luckily, Tsukishima had worked long enough at this building to know where to find a first aid kit. They were labeled accordingly but barging into a fellow coworker’s office and screaming as if someone had lost a limb in the paper-cutting machine was probably easier.

“This is ridiculous.” Tsukishima shook his head as he rummaged through the box that held everything from cold packs to bandages that could be used to patch up someone after a car accident, but not what he was looking for. In the meantime, Hinata had gotten eerily quiet.

He should be happy about not having to listen to his grating voice for once, but still-

“Here.” After taking forever to unwrap it while muttering curse words that his parents would swear he hadn’t learnt at home (but absolutely did), Tsukishima handed Hinata a bandaid.

He’d started this whole drama so naturally, it was his job to glue Kageyama’s finger together.

Hinata stared at the beige-colored strip as if he’d never seen one before. For a moment, he looked hesitant before he shook himself out of his stupor and got up on shaky legs. Wait, shaky?

Tsukishima watched him in trepidation as he turned to his friend, looked at his injured finger, and-

“Um, Tsukishima-san?” Hinata turned his head, their eyes meeting. Tsukishima’s heart sank. His eyes were unfocused and he looked as pale as a stereotypical ghost. “T-The blood, I-”

Oh, come on!

That was the only warning he got before Hinata lost his footing, tumbled, and would’ve hit his head on the cupboard hadn’t Tsukishima swept to his rescue and caught him. Never before had he been more thankful about high school volleyball teaching him good reflexes.

He groaned. Sadly, none of those had kept him from twisting his ankle on the kitchen floor.

“What the hell? I’m the one who’s injured!”, Kageyama yelled, still holding up his barely chipped middle finger. Hinata blinked back to consciousness, mouth opening to yell back.

“Well, screw you too, Kageyama! You’re so rude. That’s why you’ll never get a promotion.”

“What does my promotion have to do with the paper cut on my finger?”

“Paper cut?” Hinata’s expression twisted into one of utter confusion. “Wait, where am I?”


“Guys?” Everyone’s heads turned. Daichi-san, head of the department, scowled at them from the kitchen doorway, a “best dad” coffee cup in his hand. At four p.m. “What’s going on?”

“Workplace accident.” Tsukishima and Kageyama said in unison, the latter finally lowering his finger to not insult their boss. Every once in a while, he was able to read the atmosphere.

“Who got hurt?” Somehow, the permanent bags under Daichi’s eyes had turned even darker.

Tsukishima’s eyes switched from the sour-faced Kageyama back to Hinata in his lap who looked like he was seconds away from losing consciousness again before his attention was drawn back to the nagging ache traveling from his ankle all the way up to his knee.

A paper cut. It had started with a paper cut.

“All three of us.”