"What do you think you're doing?" You snap, whirling away from the boy's touch.
"What am I doing? What are you doing?" Tsukki snaps back, surprised you raised your voice.
"I'm fine." You tell the boy, his eyes hard, like shards of amber.
"I'm fine." This time you say it for you.
This isn't good.
Not good.
To your horror you found yourself suddenly swarmed by both Daichi and Sugawara, most likely attracted by the sound of your squabble.
"(Y/N)-Kun, Tsukishima! What the hell is going on?" Sugawara quick to scold you.
"Daichi—" Sugawara's voice rises.
"I'll handle it, just get everyone ready for practice." He retorts, gesturing to a now ruffled Kageyama, Hinata, Tanaka, Noya, Asahi, and Tadashi.
You barely have a second to shoot Tsukishima a glare before Daichi cups your face in his hands.
"Lean forward, quickly." Daichi orders.
It tastes like metal.
Ugh.
You choke back a mouthful of blood, you likely swallowing it during your tiff with Tsukki.
A sudden wave of dizziness ensues, you instinctively burrowing your face into Daichi's chest.
I gotta keep my balance.
"Tsukishima, lend me a hand?" Daichi grunts, struggling to hold you upright.
You find you have no strength to rebuke the boy, blinking dumbly at the middle blocker.
A large hand slides onto your lower back, another weaving around your shoulder.
The hands are warm.
Tsukishima has warm hands.
"Let's get him to the bathroom, he's bleeding all over the place." Tsukki retorts, an edge to his voice.
You can only manage a grunt of refusal, the boys carefully maneuvering back into the main building, and into a nearby bathroom.
To your chagrin the boys decide to sit you on a nearby sink, Daichi grabbing a handful of paper towels.
"Here, I'll be back with the first aid kit." Daichi murmurs, passing the paper towels to yourself and Tsukki.
"Don't let him lean back." Daichi orders.
You widen your eyes, suddenly afraid to be alone.
"I'll be back soon." Daichi tells you, this time speaking to you in a gentler tone.
The tone you had grown strangely accustomed to.
Tsukishima remains silent, even after Daichi's departure.
It's so quiet.
Why isn't he saying anything?
You steel yourself, tentatively tilting your head up.
Nearly instantly a hand grips your chin, effectively preventing you from looking up.
"Listen to me (Y/N)." Tsukishima murmurs, his tone frigid.
You stiffen slightly from his tone, but remain alert.
"I always knew there would be a barrier between you and the rest of us." The boy takes a moment to scratch his ear.
He's fidgeting.
Which is unlike Tsukishima.
"I thought at first it might've been a cultural thing, maybe even a language barrier, or maybe you're just not telling us something." Tsukki continues.
"There's something off about you, on a chemical level."
You inhale sharply.
Here's your chance.
Say something.
Quickly!
"Tsukki—" You're quickly interrupted.
"(Y/N) I'm going to make myself clear, just this once."
Tsukishima's voice is ice cold.
"If you intend to cause trouble, then you and I will in turn have a problem."
This time you manage a glance up, only to be met by the most intense amber glare from the pits of hell.
Despite your fear, you maintain your stare.
"That's the thing about trouble." You sniff, a slightly metallic taste evident.
"Sometimes trouble finds you." You shakily say, taking a deep breath in.
Tsukishima furrows his brow, you unsure if it was disdain or puzzlement swimming in the boy's features.
The boy finally lets out a scoff, clearly unsatisfied with your answer.
"Are you gonna make me say it?" He puffs, releasing you.
Make him say it?
"Make you say what?" You doing your best to rebuke the boy.
An eerie silence passes in the bathroom.
The sound of a distant bell.
You vaguely wonder when Daichi will return.
"I've been watching, there is something about you that gives me an almost visceral reaction." Tsukishima says, goosebumps raising nearly instantaneously on your skin.
A visceral reaction?
What is that supposed to mean?
"This is not meant to flatter you in any way." The boy puffs, his eyes flicking onto your own.
"I feel a strange desire to ensure you stay within sight at all times." He almost whispers, a vein popping in the boy's neck.
Ew.
He almost looks like the words he just said pained him.
"A strange desire to ruin you." The boy steps forward.
You feel your body immediately tense up at his words, any shred of humor you found in the matter now gone.
"Tsukishima, you're being really strange." Your voice suddenly rising, your embarrassment evident.
The boy seems to hesitate in his movement, watching your reaction carefully.
"I don't understand what you're getting at—"
"(Y/N), enough of the fucking around." Tsukishima interrupts.
He just cussed.
He's not yelling.
But I feel like I wanna cry.
"I know you're a girl, and if you tell me I'm wrong I'll tell everyone right now."
A wave of panic washes over you, along with a conflicting sigh of relief.
"You're not wrong." You sigh.
Tsukishima's reaction is no more than a raise of his brows.
"Please don't say anything Tsukishima, I can't get into any specifics, but I need this." You look down, avoiding the blonde's gaze.
"I know we haven't been friends very long, and I annoy you some, but please..." You trail off.
"I won't say anything." The boy coughs.
His cheeks are pink.
"Like I care enough to involve myself in other's lives." He sniffs, doing a very poor job at feigning his indifference.
You do your best not to roll your eyes at the boy, irritated and slightly grateful that the boy has returned to a less serious state.
He's back to his old grumpy self again.
"That's a crock of shit but okay." You sniff.
As if on cue the vein in the boy's neck pops and he leans forward as if to hit you.
Tsukishima's hands snake around the collar of your shirt, pulling you into his proximity.
"I've never met a woman that evoked a violent response inside of me." Tsukishima grits his teeth.
You see that would have intimidated you on a good day.
Had Daichi not walked in that very second, holding the first aid kit.
Author's note:
Double wammy bitch.
Izzy (Author-San)