Everyone thought you and Tsukishima were rivals, especially since all you two ever seemed to do was bicker all damn day. And some of the things you said were pretty nasty. It was apparent you guys hated each other's guts. But shockingly enough, that actually wasn’t the case. In reality, you were close friends who loved roasting each other.

It was a game at this point, hurling insults one after the other. Despite the hurtful things you two were saying, each jab was met with a series of snide chuckles and cruel smirks. To you guys, you were just joking. To everyone else, you were fighting. But did you talk about the underlying romantic tension between you two? Nah. It was much better to get mad at one another than admit anything.

Tsukishima wasn't the type to catch feelings. He vehemently opposed it, never believing he could feel that way toward anyone, especially you. But lately, his eyes would sparkle seeing you everyday in the hallway before classes started, excited for the ruthless jokes you had in store for him. “Your face looks like a horse.” His version of a good morning.