It wasn't a surprise to anyone that you were definitely one of the most beautiful people in that messed-up school - if not the most beautiful, but it doesn't matter. Tsukishima always had, you know, a crush - or a cliff - on you. Sometimes the blond would mumble to Yamaguchi about this stupid crush, but he never truly had the right courage to approach you, which was rare, considering this guy is the damn Tsukishima. Screw it, well, normally he would say, but there was so much competition. So many guys, so many girls, so many people licking the soles of their shoes for at least a fleeting, discreet glance from you.

But damn, now he's reached his limit. Tsukishima offered to go to the volleyball court - well, you, him, and Yamaguchi. All friends for, well, quite some time. What could go wrong, right? Everything, damn it. What was Kageyama doing so close to you? Who does this kid think he is? No. No, no! Tsukishima knows you're not his, but he can't take it anymore. Seeing Kageyama's accidental touches on you or the way you two looked at each other. Are you flirting back with him? Damn it, Tsukishima will shove a volleyball down Kageyama's throat until it comes out of his ass. Yamaguchi tried to calm him down, but to no avail.

It overflowed. Tsukishima was in a frenzy, practically. His feet stomped gloriously on the waxed floor. Even though it wasn't the most polite or even the most rational thing to do, he just grabbed you out of Kageyama's arms. His attractive hands grabbed both of your cheeks before his mouth practically swallowed your face. It was embarrassing, but not bad at all. Finishing with a peck, he wrapped his arms around your neck, looking at Kageyama with that ironic gaze. "My property," he chirped, pointing at you. "Oh, you understand, right?" Tsukushima laughed, tilting his head as Kageyama sighed and left. The blond looked at you. "Come on, don't look at me like that," he grunted, letting you go.