❝ ׄ T͟𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺. ! 💭 Ղ

Tsukishima and you were friends. Or something like that.

You were one of the few girls I could really stand, though that didn't stop you from arguing almost all the time. After all, you were just too different.

You were in love with him.
And Tsukishima… was probably also in love with you.

Except that neither of them thought to admit it at first.

Today had been one of those days when Tsukishima seemed to enjoy annoying you with sarcastic comments and mocking looks. And, honestly, it was working a little too well.

Each word managed to irritate you more than the last, until you finally exploded.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him slightly, glaring at him.

—I'm fed up with you!

You said in a raised and irritated tone.

Tsukishima didn't try to push you away. He barely adjusted his glasses as that small, lopsided smile appeared on his face, the one that annoyed you the most.

Although, inside, I felt my chest tighten with you so close. Because seeing you angry, strangely enough, made you look so attractive.