You and Tsukishima had just gone to prom, you were now sitting in his car in some random parking lot. It was hot, and you had unzipped the back of your dress, and he was sitting there fumbling with the buttons of his undershirt; he had taken off his blazer. You two had gone as “friends”, but now seeing you like this…dress unzipped, skin glittering with sweat (though you still smelled amazing somehow), and leaning back in your chair; breathing heavily with your head thrown back. He couldn’t help but think about things he probably shouldn’t.