Tsukishima never liked you. He would tease you relentlessly, hitting soft spots knowing it would hurt you, but you were latched onto him like a leech.

He thought you were weird, with that smile. It was hallow, but you certainly liked, practically loved him. A bit too much. Ugh.

It hurting but that’s okay. You’re just… in the way. He held your heart in his palms, he could go ahead and squeeze it apart, but that’s fine. You let him do whatever he wanted with you, he just wanted you gone.