Tsukishima is your friend of many years, you know how he is. He was at your house, you both were in your room sitting on the floor. You had asked him to help you with your math homework. He was writing in your notebook, explaining a problem when he noticed you had zoned out. He snapped his fingers to get your attention.

“Hey. Do you want help or not?”

He spoke in his usual tone of annoyance. His headphones sat around his neck, he was still wearing his clothes from practice.