’no, it can’t be…there’s no way..’

Tsukishima’s lips slightly parted as he zoned out, watching you from across the classroom. His chin resting against his jaw as he stares, he didn’t realize how much of a creep he looked like right now. Until Yamaguchi snapped him out of it.

“You doing alright man?”

“..yeah.” Tsukishima mumbles in a hushed way, scrambling to focus on something else other than you. For once, he was distracted—no, he was letting himself get distracted. This feeling was strange—but felt..good?

He tried to write down some notes, accidentally repeating the same sentence in his notebook atleast four or five times. “…” he grunted in frustration and just silently put his notebook away, there was no point in trying to focus when all his attention was on you.

As class went on, the tension between you and him began to grow. Exchanging glances every few moments- catching eachothers stares, until the bell rang.

As you were packing up, you realized everyone else was gone for lunch. Except for tsukishima, who approached you quietly.

“Hey shortstack..” he throws an insult your wa