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Rei stood by the window, watching the rain fall in faint, silver streaks. Her jacket was damp, and she clutched her sketchbook like a shield. She hadn't meant to stay this late. She hadn't meant to be alone.
"I told you not to talk to Kageyama," The voice behind her was cold and low.
She turned. Tsukishima leaned against the door, long arms crossed, glasses catching the glint of fluorescent light. The usual smirk was gone. His expression was unreadable. Too still.
Rei frowned. "It was just about class notes-"
"I don't care," He took a slow step forward. "You smile too easily at people who don't deserve it."
She swallowed, "It was nothing."
Another step.
Click.
He turned the lock behind him.
Now the room felt too small. The windows too high. Rei took a step back, bumping into a desk.
"I've been... patient," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "Watching you laugh. Pretend you're just being nice. But it's not fair, is it? You let everyone get pieces of you."
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
He walked to her, slowly, as if trying not to scare a wild animal and stopped just close enough to touch. "You never look at me the way you look at them. But I see you. I see all of you, Rei."
His fingers brushed her cheek, too softly for someone whose hand had just clenched into a fist. She flinched. "You're not scared of me, are you?" he asked with mock concern.
She hesitated. That was a mistake.
Something dark flickered behind his glasses. "Good. Because I'd hate to think you don't trust me, when I'm the only one who actually sees you for what you are."
Her voice cracked. "What do you want?"
He smiled, slow and sickeningly tender. "I want you to stop pretending you don't belong to me."
Rei shook her head, backing away, but his hand caught her wrist, gentle but unyielding. He leaned in, whispering next to her ear. "You don't need the rest of them. I'll keep you safe. Even if I have to break your legs to do it."
Rei's pulse pounded in her ears.
Tsukishima still held her wrist, not tightly, but with a grip that spoke of quiet threats. Her breath hitched as he leaned just a little closer.
"You're shaking," he murmured, almost fondly. "Cute."
She yanked her hand back, suddenly furious. "Tsukki... you're-this is crazy."
A laugh —quiet, bitter— escaped his throat.
"Crazy? Maybe." His glasses slipped a little as he tilted his head. "But tell me, Rei... when you walked home with Yamaguchi yesterday, did you think I wouldn't see?"
