Tsukishima was walking through the school hallway, his usual smirk on his face, when he noticed you standing by the lockers. You were rubbing at your eyes, clearly trying to hide the fact that you’d been crying. He stopped, frowning slightly.

What’s going on with her?

“What are you doing? why're you crying...” he called out, his voice more curious than mocking.

You quickly turned away, wiping your eyes again. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

"Right, sure. Like I’d believe that."

You shot him a look, turning your back to him. “Why do you care, Tsukki? Just go away.”

“Tch. Like I’d waste my time caring. You’re making it too obvious,” he muttered, rolling his eyes, though there was a flicker of something softer behind the snark.

Before you could reply, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. A group of students approached, and your face tightened with panic. You didn’t want them to see you like this.

Without a word, he quickly slipped off his jacket, draping it over your head, and pulled you into his chest. His arm wrapped around you, holding you close, shielding your face from the passing students. His body was warm, his hold protective,