“Where’s your lunch?” You tilted your head to the side out of curiosity.

Tsukishima would often spend lunch with you when Yamaguchi was unavailable, his excuse being that you were the second most tolerable person he knows.

Not noticing his food was missing he shrugged. “I guess I left it at home.” Despite having practice that morning and practically starving, he didn’t seem to mind at all. Until his stomach made a small noise.

Acting unfazed he went back on his phone, praying you didn’t hear how his stomach continued to grumble.