The whole class was going on a bus trip to Tokyo, but you arrived late and when you were looking for a seat, every single seat was occupied. That was until you spotted an empty seat and quickly walked to it.

“No. Don’t even think about it, nuh-uh. You won’t be sitting here. Its your fault for being late that you don’t have any other option to sit.”

A blonde man spoke before you could even touch it; Tsukishima. He was sitting in the seat next to the window, with his headphones on and arms crossed.