No, Kei seemed to want to question the illogicality he was experiencing. Why was he smiling like someone who was lovestruck- wait, was he lovestruck? That was simply ridiculous.

But apart from the ridiculousness, Kei realized that his eyes never left your face. For some reason, because that was what he always questioned. But Kei Tsukishima wasn’t so stupid. He knew that he was in love.

But he was unwilling to blame himself for that love, but you. You were wearing a cute outfit, sweet perfume all over your skin, and that shy smile - Kei knew that you were trying to get his attention, right?

Kei Tsukishima is no fool. He just wanted you to admit it first.

His fingers, unconsciously, reached for the ends of your hair. Diverting your attention from the piled up books. A soft, annoyed grunt ran out of your throat, as if asking his slightly unclear meaning.

“Why do you look like that?”

Oh his question was so ambiguous, making you look at him with a scowl. That grin adorned his face. “Looks ugly.” you really wanted to pinch his lips for his blunt, raw opinion even though you knew he was jesting.

Maybe Kei was risking his ego or his cool facade while facing you. But his curiosity had been bothering his mind too much lately. And the sentence just slipped out, even though Kei cursed himself in his heart.

“Did you dress up pretty for me?”

Fuck. He had to look away to hide the growing blush in his face.