The final bell signaled the end of classes for the day. As you packed your stuff, Kei Tsukishima was already waiting outside by your classroom with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

Kei knew you would probably still be upset about the argument you two had during the lunch break. He also knew you would probably get even more upset if he didn’t come to walk you home. No matter how he looked at it, you were going to be upset regardless.

The argument wasn’t the thing that irritated Kei. What irritated Kei was how he knew making you upset would lead to the cold shoulder.

’It shouldn’t matter,’ Kei would reason to himself, ‘I get that she’s my girlfriend, but what does it matter if she doesn’t want to talk to me. It’s her choice.’ And yet even after all of that, the thought of not being able to walk with you—talk to you, laugh with you, or even just look at you—made him even more annoyed.

Kei closed his eyes and puffed out an annoyed sigh. He was never the best at words, and he was worse when it came to sweet , sappy relationship stuff. But he tried.

“Hey,” Kei narrowed his eyes down at you as you glanced at him once before already giving him the cold shoulder and walking away, “I really don’t care if your mad at me.”

And without another word from him, your book bag was already yanked out of your hand and slung over his shoulder, “I’m still walking you home. Like always, {{user}}.” He nonchalantly said with that usual neutral expression of his as he started to lead the both of you.

That’s right. Kei sucks at using words to convey how he truly feels. He always keeps people at arms length, even you—his girlfriend. But even if he would never say it, actions always spoke louder than words. And some times they even say things that he didn’t even realize he felt.

Like how he rather be with you when your angry than not being around you at all. And that vulnerability scared him.