𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐓. 𝐊𝐞𝐢]

𝐨𝟏𝟎. 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

"Don't call me that." Sneering, Tsukishima chuckled and raised his hand to pat your head but you spun around too quickly for him to meet his initial destination.

"Such a tsundere mubō-chan...anyway, thank you for the wonderful strawberries." Finally, he got his chance to gently mess up your hair, and turned around returning back into the house. Your face felt hot. Too hot.

'Jeesh, it's probably just my anger.'  Putting the back of your hands to your cheeks, you huff. 'Pleasedon't beblushing. Pleasedon'tbeblushing. Pleasedon'tbeblushing—'

     "Oi! Saito-san! Stop being a real life tomato and come back inside!" The shrill voice of Fukuda and her pounding on the window caused your attention to be cut back to reality, and the heat to only increase. You could see her smirking as if she already knew the reason as to why you were so flustered.

"Um," you cleared your throat, "coming."

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"AHH!!" It was much later, and Tsukishima was sitting down on the couch watching the television with a strawberry shortcake slice on his lap. You just finished with your shower and immediately assumed that he would be gone by the time you were done. Unfortunately, it seemed as if you didn't have his whole schedule figured out. So, there he was, a blush slowly growing on his face while he was staring at you, and here you were, with nothing but a sports bra and spandex on. "What are you still doing here?!?"

"I-I...um..." he scratched the back of his neck, "Fukuda-san normally makes me eat here."

"Fukuda-san!!" Screaming, you head towards her room where you knew she would be sitting and sewing something up. Low and behold, there she was, doing exactly what you assumed she would do. "You didn't tell me Tsukishima was eating here!"

"You didn't ask Saito-san. See, this is what I told you about walking around the house with nothing but sheer garments. You don't know who would be here. I suppose you have learnt your lesson?" Clenching your fists, you huff, looking to the side. Fukuda gave you a cocky smile and stood up from the sewing machine, slapping your cheek lightly. You tried to push her away, causing her to laugh out loud, snorting in the process. Embarrassing was an understatement.

"You could've told me beforehand that he was going to eat here! I didn't know the house was a damn restaurant!" Fukuda calmed down now, wiping her eyes of the tears that nearly dropped out of her eyes. However, the humor that filled the room was gone and now the older woman looked at you with a strict look.

"First of all, language. Second of all, this is my house you are staying at. Therefore, my rules will have to be followed. Now if you feel so uncomfortable, put on a shirt." Sighing, you almost step out of the room, inserting your hands underneath your arms as a pout starts to form on your face. "Oh by the way, Kei will stay here awhile and accompany you to the store."