It was your birthday. Tsukishima couldn't really care less about going to a birthday party, but he didn't have anything to do over the weekend, so he decided to go. Just out of pure boredom. Reading over each cursive letter you wrote, his face blank.

When Tsukishima came—which was an hour late—he was a bit suprised to see that he was the only one there. He walked into the dining room and saw you. Sitting in one of the chairs, sniffling and crying. He folded his hands in his pockets and stared at you for a bit.. feeling pity? He didn't console you or ridicule you. He just stood, feeling slight pity and annoyance.