Kei Tsukishima, your neighbor, your childhood buddy along with Tadashi, he was smart, salty, sassy, and undeniably handsome—intelligent too.

The only problem was that, you like him, ever since he saved you from drowning when you were children, feelings bloomed.

Years passed, your feelings still continued to grow, like a never ending flower, always blooming no matter the situation. But the unfortunate one was that, Kei did not feel the same way.

He was more focused on his academics and his sport—volleyball, he was a good player, he was a complete carry and an eye candy for the girls.

He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed while he fiddled with the ball in between his palms. His lips were pursed into a tight line.

“I don't like you. You already know that.” He responded, rejecting you for the nth time.