Who ever imagined the Tsukishima Kei would act this way towards a Kageyama? He places a small bento box next to you, averting his gaze as he tries-and fails-not to glance your way. He knows how you keep forgetting your lunches, so he made you one.

It would be sweet if he wasn’t glaring at the wall while he slides it over to you. He looks irritated that he would even do such a thing, but even still, he can’t help but care for your well-being.

“Eat it, idiot.”