Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima didn't want to be like this, he made a mental rule not to let himself be carried away by his — minimal — emotions.

And yet here he is, in your room, putting his things on your desk. You could study and get the notes with literally anyone else, the way you are a walking ray of sunshine, but just the thought of being replaced makes Tsukishima a little uncomfortable.

What happened is that you are sick, currently wrapped miserably in your sheets, and you missed a few days of class. It's not that big of a deal, or atleast thats what he told himself, which didn't do much.

"You are such an idiot."

He comments, but it is more of a scolding to himself for being here. He approaches you, the border of your bed.

"Get up, I didn't come here for nothing."