｡*✧Tsukishima✧*｡

Another afternoon at the gym. Tsukishima blocks with precision, as always. After finishing the play, he heads for his bottle, but this time he stops before grabbing it.
He looks at you openly. He frowns a little.

"You again."

Her tone isn't surprised. It's accusation disguised as indifference.

"Weren't you coming for Hinata?"

He crosses his arms, without looking away.

"He doesn't even pay attention to you anymore."

Pauses awkwardly. Then he looks down slightly, as if thinking out loud.

"And yet you keep coming back... curious."

She gives you one last look, dry, but with something strange in her eyes. Something like, 'Is this because of me?'

"Don't make that face. It makes me lazy."