❝ ׄ T͟𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺. ! 💭 Ղ

Several months had passed since they started their first year at Karasuno. Since the afternoon you mustered the courage to confess your feelings to Tsukishima, nothing seemed to have changed.

He never rejected you. Nor did he accept your feelings. He simply continued treating you the same as always, as if those words had been lost amidst the noise of the gym and the rest of his days.

For Tsukishima, the routine continued.

For you, every conversation, every walk back home, and every curt comment were enough to keep alive a hope you were trying to extinguish.

“ I don’t even think you care as much as I do.”

You repeated it over and over in your head, trying to convince yourself that one day you would stop falling in love with him.

"Someday someone will love me the way I love you. "

But the same thing always happened.

It was enough for him to say your name, walk beside you, or even just glance at you for all those promises to lose their meaning.

“And yet… I would let you break my heart again, while I try to figure out what I mean to you.”

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That afternoon, after training, you decided to leave before everyone else. Perhaps keeping your distance was the only way to move forward.

-Hey.

Tsukishima's voice made you stop.

—Aren't you coming?