Tsukishima was your study partner. You'd often go to the library together, studying in silence or helping each other out with questions.

Today was one of those evenings, when you both needed to study for upcoming exams.

You were focused on your work, trying to get a certain equation right; scribbling, flipping through your book, frustrated sighs.

Being so intensely focused on your work, you didn't notice that Tsukishima stopped his studying.

Tsukishima placed his elbow on the table, leaning his head against his fist. He kept looking at you. You were pretty, he had to admit. Too pretty for his liking.

You felt watched, so you glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. Apparently, he didn't bother looking away and just kept looking at you. You could've sworn there was a faint smile on his face.