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Tsukishima Kei was a peculiar case. He didn't really care what people thought about him; he was rather apathetic to those around him. However, there were people who were friends with him. And he cared about them and what they thought about him, but he would never say it aloud. Yamaguchi is a prime example. The volleyball team, he didn't care as much about what they thought of him, but he did care about them. He'd rather die than admit that, of course. You could already imagine their jokes and teasing. You smile at the thought. And then there was you. You already knew you held a special place in the boy's heart. As a friend, obviously. Nothing more, nothing less.

"(L/N), let's go."

Speak of the devil. His voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him. The classroom is nearly empty, a few students still filing out the door. You let out a small 'oh' and begin putting your stuff in your backpack. Tsukishima hands the last your books, and once you zip it into your backpack, he slings it over his shoulder. If this weren't such a normal thing, you would have questioned it.

"Do you have volleyball today?"

"Tch. Of course I do. I have it everyday." He spares you a side eyed glance as he says this. You roll your eyes.

"Well, I don't know. It could be cancelled or something," you defend. He only responds with a click of his tongue. It's silent as you walk through the corridors, towards the gym. Your eyes wander around the walls as if you've never been through before, but you pass through this hallway multiple times a day.

"Are you coming?"

"Hm?"

"To my practice, idiot."

"Oi! You're the idiot. Of course I'm coming. I do it everyday," you mock. He ignores your mockery. You hum in thought, and he gives you yet another side eyes stare. He quirks a brow.

"What?"

"Where's Yama? I haven't seen him today..."

"He's sick today."

"Aw, I miss him. We should go visit him after practice."

"No." He doesn't even spare a glance this time. You frown. "You don't need to get sick too, idiot."

"Hah? Me? Get sick? I don't think so. I have the strongest immune system out there!"

"You had a cold two weeks ago, remember? You whined about it the whole time, Miss Strong-Immune-System."

You huff in reply. You go to slide open the gym door, but he reaches it before you. He steps to the side to let you in first. You grin teasingly.

  "Oh why thank you, good sir," you laugh, with a overdone curtsy.

"Shut up." You laugh off his biting reply, and step further into the gym. You wave to everyone before making your way over to Kiyoko.

"(Y/NNNN)!" someone shrieks. You turn to the direction the voice came from only to see a volleyball coming straight towards you. You let out a yelp of fear, and freeze. However, before the ball can make contact with your face, someone yanks you backwards. You hit your back against something solid with an 'oof' before looking up at your savior. Tsukishima doesn't look at you, too busy glaring the rowdy number 10 down. Though Hinata's shaking in fear, he lets out a long sigh of relief. He doubles over exaggeratedly.

"I can't believe I almost killed Tsukishima's girlfriend!" Tanaka nods in agreement with wide eyes.

"She's not my girlfriend," Tsukishima states coolly, releasing his grip on your arm. Hinata sticks his tongue out.

"Stop lying, beanpole!"

*~*~*

"Oi, you ready?"

  You look up from your phone to see Tsukishima, changed out of his practice clothes. "Yep!"

You hop up from the bench and follow him out the door. Again, he opens the door for you. The walk home is quiet. There isn't much to talk about today. Neither of you seem to mind the silence though. You hum to yourself, thinking about whatever comes to mind. A breeze blows by, and you shiver. It was warm when you left school, so you didn't even think about grabbing a jacket. You cross your arms in an attempt to preserve your warmth.

Tsukishima pauses, taking off his jacket without a word.

"What are you-" He tosses his jacket at you before you can finish.

"I thought I told you not to get sick," he explains, already walking away. You look down at the jacket then back up at him. A smile grows on your face. How cute.

"Aren't you going to get sick if you don't have a jacket though?" you ask, jogging to catch up with him.

"At least then I won't have to listen to you complain about being sick all week," he states, still looking ahead. "Now put it on before we both get sick."

You obey. Hugging the jacket even closer, you close your eyes to bask in its warmth. A hand grabs your own and pulls you to the side. Your eyes snap open, looking up at Tsukki.

"What are you doing walking around with your eyes closed? You almost ran into that pole, idiot," he scolds. You apologize with a silly grin, which he quickly looks away from. He doesn't let go of your hand for the rest of the walk home.

When you both come across your house, he walks you to the door. You had already passed his home a few houses back, but he insisted that if he didn't take you home, you'd manage to get yourself hurt. He hands you your backpack, which he carried without a word the whole way. You take your key out and unlock the front door.

"Thanks for walking me home, Tsukki!" You bow. He hums.

"Go to bed. We have a math review tomorrow, and the last thing you need is to sleep through it."

"Hey! I do pretty okay in math," you defend. He chuckles.

"Not okay enough."

"Tch. Good night, beanpole."

You both stand there for a moment. It was like you were waiting for something even thought goodbyes were said, but you didn't know what. Something was missing from this moment. He seems to lean a little closer, and you think you are too. Your heart seems like it's going to beat out of your chest. He was so close to you. Suddenly, a dull pain shoots through your cheek.

"Don't call me that," he demands, pinching your cheek with almost no pressure. He coughs lightly, pulling away from your face. Your face heats up immediately. You're speechless for once. You notice Tsukishima walking away when he's almost to the end of your driveway.

"H-Hey! Don't you want your jacket?" you call. He turns to you for a moment. You almost miss the pink tinting his cheeks. His eyes study you before he shakes his head.

"Just give it back tomorrow. I'm not walking all the way back up there." That's definitely the reason. Not because he wants you to keep it on because it looks cute on you, he ensures himself. And with that, he walks away. You stand on your porch for a moment longer, face still alight with a deep blush. You couldn't rid yourself of the image of him being so close to you. You couldn't shake the feeling of your heart beating so quickly, you thought it would come right out your chest. You couldn't forget thinking kiss me.

"Do I... like him...?" you mumble to yourself, still staring where he once stood. You take a deep breath. No... no. You don't like Tsukishima. You were friends.

  Nothing more, nothing less.

Description
Tsukishima Kei was a peculiar case. He didn't really care what people thought about him; he was rather apathetic to those around him. However, there were people who were friends with him. And he cared about them and what they thought about him, but he would never say it aloud. Yamaguchi is a prime example. The volleyball team, he didn't care as much about what they thought of him, but he did care about them. He'd rather die than admit that, of course. You could already imagine their jokes and teasing. You smile at the thought. And then there was you. You already knew you held a special place in the boy's heart. As a friend, obviously. Nothing more, nothing less.

"(L/N), let's go."

Speak of the devil. His voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him. The classroom is nearly empty, a few students still filing out the door. You let out a small 'oh' and begin putting your stuff in your backpack. Tsukishima hands the last your books, and once you zip it into your backpack, he slings it over his shoulder. If this weren't such a normal thing, you would have questioned it.

"Do you have volleyball today?"

"Tch. Of course I do. I have it everyday." He spares you a side eyed glance as he says this. You roll your eyes.

"Well, I don't know. It could be cancelled or something," you defend. He only responds with a click of his tongue. It's silent as you walk through the corridors, towards the gym. Your eyes wander around the walls as if you've never been through before, but you pass through this hallway multiple times a day.

"Are you coming?"

"Hm?"

"To my practice, idiot."

"Oi! You're the idiot. Of course I'm coming. I do it everyday," you mock. He ignores your mockery. You hum in thought, and he gives you yet another side eyes stare. He quirks a brow.

"What?"

"Where's Yama? I haven't seen him today..."

"He's sick today."

"Aw, I miss him. We should go visit him after practice."

"No." He doesn't even spare a glance this time. You frown. "You don't need to get sick too, idiot."

"Hah? Me? Get sick? I don't think so. I have the strongest immune system out there!"

"You had a cold two weeks ago, remember? You whined about it the whole time, Miss Strong-Immune-System."

You huff in reply. You go to slide open the gym door, but he reaches it before you. He steps to the side to let you in first. You grin teasingly.

  "Oh why thank you, good sir," you laugh, with a overdone curtsy.

"Shut up." You laugh off his biting reply, and step further into the gym. You wave to everyone before making your way over to Kiyoko.

"(Y/NNNN)!" someone shrieks. You turn to the direction the voice came from only to see a volleyball coming straight towards you. You let out a yelp of fear, and freeze. However, before the ball can make contact with your face, someone yanks you backwards. You hit your back against something solid with an 'oof' before looking up at your savior. Tsukishima doesn't look at you, too busy glaring the rowdy number 10 down. Though Hinata's shaking in fear, he lets out a long sigh of relief. He doubles over exaggeratedly.

"I can't believe I almost killed Tsukishima's girlfriend!" Tanaka nods in agreement with wide eyes.

"She's not my girlfriend," Tsukishima states coolly, releasing his grip on your arm. Hinata sticks his tongue out.

"Stop lying, beanpole!"

*~*~*

"Oi, you ready?"

  You look up from your phone to see Tsukishima, changed out of his practice clothes. "Yep!"

You hop up from the bench and follow him out the door. Again, he opens the door for you. The walk home is quiet. There isn't much to talk about today. Neither of you seem to mind the silence though. You hum to yourself, thinking about whatever comes to mind. A breeze blows by, and you shiver. It was warm when you left school, so you didn't even think about grabbing a jacket. You cross your arms in an attempt to preserve your warmth.

Tsukishima pauses, taking off his jacket without a word.

"What are you-" He tosses his jacket at you before you can finish.

"I thought I told you not to get sick," he explains, already walking away. You look down at the jacket then back up at him. A smile grows on your face. How cute.

"Aren't you going to get sick if you don't have a jacket though?" you ask, jogging to catch up with him.

"At least then I won't have to listen to you complain about being sick all week," he states, still looking ahead. "Now put it on before we both get sick."

You obey. Hugging the jacket even closer, you close your eyes to bask in its warmth. A hand grabs your own and pulls you to the side. Your eyes snap open, looking up at Tsukki.

"What are you doing walking around with your eyes closed? You almost ran into that pole, idiot," he scolds. You apologize with a silly grin, which he quickly looks away from. He doesn't let go of your hand for the rest of the walk home.

When you both come across your house, he walks you to the door. You had already passed his home a few houses back, but he insisted that if he didn't take you home, you'd manage to get yourself hurt. He hands you your backpack, which he carried without a word the whole way. You take your key out and unlock the front door.

"Thanks for walking me home, Tsukki!" You bow. He hums.

"Go to bed. We have a math review tomorrow, and the last thing you need is to sleep through it."

"Hey! I do pretty okay in math," you defend. He chuckles.

"Not okay enough."

"Tch. Good night, beanpole."

You both stand there for a moment. It was like you were waiting for something even thought goodbyes were said, but you didn't know what. Something was missing from this moment. He seems to lean a little closer, and you think you are too. Your heart seems like it's going to beat out of your chest. He was so close to you. Suddenly, a dull pain shoots through your cheek.

"Don't call me that," he demands, pinching your cheek with almost no pressure. He coughs lightly, pulling away from your face. Your face heats up immediately. You're speechless for once. You notice Tsukishima walking away when he's almost to the end of your driveway.

"H-Hey! Don't you want your jacket?" you call. He turns to you for a moment. You almost miss the pink tinting his cheeks. His eyes study you before he shakes his head.

"Just give it back tomorrow. I'm not walking all the way back up there." That's definitely the reason. Not because he wants you to keep it on because it looks cute on you, he ensures himself. And with that, he walks away. You stand on your porch for a moment longer, face still alight with a deep blush. You couldn't rid yourself of the image of him being so close to you. You couldn't shake the feeling of your heart beating so quickly, you thought it would come right out your chest. You couldn't forget thinking kiss me.

"Do I... like him...?" you mumble to yourself, still staring where he once stood. You take a deep breath. No... no. You don't like Tsukishima. You were friends.

  Nothing more, nothing less.