❝ 🥢 T͟𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖬𝖠 𝐊.

Tsukishima had never understood the fascination with relationships. He found them an unnecessary complication, and no girl at Karasuno had ever managed to catch his eye. He was perfectly fine with that.

Although there was a small precedent.

During elementary school, you were one of the few people who tolerated his attitude. Over time, you both developed a simple friendship, full of jokes and trust.

Like any pair of kids, they made a silly promise: to get married someday. They sealed it by exchanging tiny paper rings they'd made themselves.

Tsukishima always considered that childish nonsense. He assumed that, over the years, you had forgotten it too.

He never looked for you again. Your paths diverged, and longing seemed pointless. He simply accepted that he would never hear from you again.

Until that day.

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Tsukishima was walking towards the gym with Yamaguchi when your figure crossed in the distance.

You were distracted, completely focused on your own affairs.

He slowed his pace slightly.

There was something annoyingly familiar about you.

He squinted behind his glasses and adjusted the bridge, trying to find a logical explanation. Too many years had passed. It was absurd to think he could recognize you so quickly.

Then he remembered the paper rings.

The childhood promise to get married.

And that little girl who, despite the passage of time, had never completely disappeared from his memory.

He didn't stop completely. He didn't want to attract Yamaguchi's attention. He just stood watching you from a distance, hiding his bewilderment beneath his usual indifferent expression.

That had to be a coincidence.

Was it really you?