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You smiled to yourself as you turned off your phone, tucking it back into your pocket.

Skipping happily, you reached the doors of the gym, the noises inside got louder. Hearing a couple of voices argue, you could easily tell it was Shoyo and Tobio.

As you peaked your head over the door, you noticed Yachi standing near a bench, her head occasionally turned to your direction—till finally she saw your heard peak out. "Finally! Took ya' long enough!" she chirped, running over to you.

"Here—can you refill these?"

You stared at the water bottles in her hand, before darting your eyes back at the girl—who only smiled innocently. "Did you just bring me here to make me run errands?!"

"Mayhaps." Yachi smiled, trying to hide the obvious smile that was on face. You rolled your eyes at her comment, but a faint smile slowly crept up your face. "You're lucky I can't get angry at you." you huffed out in annoyance, pinching her cheeks before grabbing the water bottles from her hand.

You grabbed the last bottle from the line, slowly filling it up before you noticed footsteps from behind you slowly walking towards you, turning your head slightly to see who it was.

"Ah it's only you, Kei."

He paid no response, but you could feel his stare burn into you.

"Er... d'you need something?" you asked, quipping your head—now fully facing him. This time he let out a chuckle, really soft—one you might miss if you weren't listening closely.

His weight shifted from his other leg, and suddenly he was peering down on you with his obnoxiously tall height. "Errand girl." he muttered but still loud enough for you to hear, he said it with that stupid smirk on his face, his eyes piercing.

"Excuse me?" You replied, raising an eyebrow at the guy. "I am not your maid" you said—this time your voice was sterner, placing a hand on your hip as you stared back at him.

"Never said that." His response was quick, calculated even—almost like he knew you were going to say that. You rolled your eyes at his words, bringing your focus back to your task as you closed the last water bottle.

"Whatever, aren't you supposed to be training or something?" You questioned, turning to look behind him. His eyes followed your direction, turning his head around to see what you were looking at before turning it back to you.

"You're such a klutz, your brother got worried" Tsukishima replied with a shrug as he took a step closer to you. His hands reached out to yours, briefly touching your fingers as he grabbed ahold of the water bottle in your hands.

"—the fuck..." Unintentionally cursing, you were a bit stunned and confused at his actions. He rolled his eyes at your words, grabbing the other water bottle before you it be in your grasp.

"Hurry up." That was all he said before he turned his body around, already walking back to the direction of the gym. You stood there for a moment, obviously perplexed. He didn't even give you a chance to reply!

You watched his back slowly getting farther away from where you stood, which made you snap out of your thoughts. Picking up the pace, you tried to run after him.

Coach Ukai had gathered the players around the board to discuss about the upcoming practice match against Nekoma.

Yamaguchi shifted around the floor, his eyes darting back and forth from the board to the gym doors. Tsukishima had walked out on him earlier mid convo, and he was kinda worried on why.

He was used to his usual antics, sure. Walking away from him was something he knew all too well, but usually he'd say something before he would leave, notifying the boy about his reasons.

But this time—he didn't. Tsukishima merely glanced at him before walking off outside. It definitely took a toll on Yamaguchi's emotional well-being, already panicking.

'Did I do something wrong..?' he thought, slowly nipping away at his fingernails as he tried to remember what happened since this morning.

All of a sudden, the doors opened abruptly, making everyone turn their attention to the two who just entered the gym. Coach Ukai was in the middle of explaining their game plan when he looked over to see you and Tsukishima enter the gym—water bottles in hand.

"Hey! Tsukishima, you're late." Coach Ukai scolded him, watching closely at the boy who seemed to have no expression towards his words at all.

You bowed your head apologetically for disrupting their practice, cursing inwardly at yourself. Tsukishima placed the water bottles on the bench before he ran towards the rest of the group to huddle.

Yachi walked closer to you, her brows raised as her eyes narrowed between you and Tsukishima who was huddled with the rest of the players. "What was that?" she questioned, the tone in her voice was clearly teasing as she bumped her shoulders against yours.

"I don't know, he just suddenly came up to me, okay?" You sighed out, trying to make sense of your excuse—hell, even you could believe what you just said. Subconsciously you found yourself drifting your gaze towards the same blonde from earlier.

"Uhuh. You know—you've been pretty close these past few days." Yachi pointed out, placing a finger on her chin as she recalled something from the other day when she was going to the gym.

Yachi had just come back from who knows where, her hands sliding the gym doors slowly. Her face was flushed red from what you could only assume the reason why was from running.

Her eyes examined the gym carefully before her eyes widened. Right there sitting on one of the benches in the gym was you and Tsukishima. The two of you looked to be talking, which isn't what shocked her. It was the fact that you two looked civil while doing so.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the two of you had some sort of history, to which Yamaguchi would explain it to be rivalry from when you were in middle school.

So when Yachi saw the two of you—together talking? She thought she was in another dimension where everything was the opposite.

Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, the other players were preoccupied with their own business, leaving only her to notice the miracle that was happening.

The two of you continued on talking, it was like you two were in your own little world. Even occasionally you'd giggle at something Tsukishima said. And Yachi would notice that sometimes—for a brief moment only, Tsukishima would look at you with those eyes. The kind that you wouldn't use on someone who's just a friend.

'How interesting.'

The next day, you sat on the edge of your seat doodling whatever came to mind. Occasionally looking up at the teacher to make sure they knew you were still paying attention.

"This project is worth 20% of your grade, so I suggest you take this seriously." The teacher notified to the class before continuing to explain the criteria for the project.

She started handing out the workbook for this project, walking from aisle to aisle and passing it to each student. "You can pick whoever your partner is... Just make sure that you pass it within 1 month, before your exams."

The class erupted in cheers upon hearing her instructions, the other half groaned in annoyance, their face etched into a frown. You look over at Yachi who sat beside you, she was holding her pen concerningly tight.

"Pssst.. Hitoka." You whispered, catching the blonde's attention. As if she could read your mind, she nodded—giving you a thumbs up before turning her attention back to her notebook.

You sat on your seat leisurely, tapping your pen on the table as you hummed to a song you heard from somewhere. It was already after classes, and you decided to be early at the library because you thought being early = fast progress.

But considering your partner was running late, you huffed slightly in annoyance, glancing over to your phone and tapping on it twice to see the screen light up. 4:33 PM.

Considering the type of person your best friend was, she wasn't the type to be late—at anything. Feeling a bit frustrated at her tardiness, but ultimately you decided to let it slide for now—she must have a good reason, right?

You sighed, pushing yourself off the seat. Lazily gathering your belongings that were scattered on the table.

Walking out of the school, you glanced over the direction of the gym. It wasn't unusual for you to walk home alone, but for the past week or so, You and your brother usually went home together.

This wasn’t a problem for you, but it kinda sucked since you couldn’t go home with any of your friends anymore since they already had left a while ago.

So you really had no choice but to walk home.

You decided to stop half-way at the convenient store. Opening the glass door, the chimes signaling your presence. Inside you greeted the cashier who had probably gotten used to my face by now.

The store was fairly big, finding your way to the meat buns that they had displayed near the back with the rest of the food.

You grabbed three and made your way back to the cashier. As they scanned my items, you rummaged through my bag for the money and paid for your stuff.

Waving goodbye to the store clerk before you continued your way down the mountain. The view during this time was always so pretty, just in time to see the sunset, it was always so peaceful too.

You fumbled around for your bag, taking out your phone to take a picture of the view.

Meanwhile, back at the Karasuno Gym, the players were told they could have a short break. Yamaguchi sat on the floor; his back pressed against the wall.

His hands grabbed his phone to check the time out of habit, it was already 5 PM; unexpectedly their captain had called last minute to schedule a practice match with another school.

Scanning his phone, he hovered on the message app before noticing that he had gotten a post notification from your Instagram account.

He pressed on it and sighed relief, “So she already went home. Nice...” Although a bit irritated as she didn't wait for him, he understood why.

Still, he felt a bit guilty for making his sister walk home alone, dropping his phone down to his side. He didn't notice his blond friend had watched him do so.

Tsukishima shifted beside Yamaguchi, clearing his throat to get his attention.

“Hey, ahm.. about our project...”

Yamaguchi tilted his head, looking confused before remembering what he was talking about. Their teacher had assigned them a project on something about Japan’s history.

To be honest, he kinda dozed off during the announcement, and was kind of glad Tsukishima reminded him about it.

“Oh yeah, why what's your plan?”

Tsukishima hesitated for a moment, before replying “Lets do the project at your house.”

Yamaguchi looked surprised that his friend would suggest that, usually when the two was paired up for a project, they’d usually work on it at the library or at the very least, at Tsukishima’s house.

It wasn't like Tsukishima had never gone to their house, it was just unexpected. But nonetheless, Yamaguchi agreed.

Their attention was brought back to the court when Coach Ukai whistled them to clean up the gym.

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a/n: holyshat sorry it took so long, I had some technical issues while translating and I didnt realize until it was too late.. BTW this wasnt proofread cause I tried to rush this so badd cause I have a quiz tomorrow </3

Thats how you ended up here.

Before you could even react you character died and your screen flashed red.

You waited patiently, the buzzing in your headphones continued due to the lack of voices occupying it. Suddenly you heard him sigh—it was long and tired, you couldnt help but smile.

Were you secretly a sadist?

"..thats...okay..nice try."

You blinked once. Twice. Your hands gripped the mouse tightly "Seriously..?" You muttered, gritting your teeth in annoyance as you realized you failed, again.

"What?"

"Nothing uh.. sorry.."

He sighed deeply and—that was kinda hot.

"What?"

"...did you say something?"

Panic ran through your veins, eyes bloodshot—maybe due to the fact that you were playing at 3 AM, but still, did you say that out loud?

"No..?" You replied, trying to sound confused, but it just came off weirdly high-pitched.

Silence filled your headset, and your heart panicked; that was a mishap on your part—truly an unfortunate fate. It's been more than a month since you two became gaming buddies, and aside from trying to ragebait him, you sort of, kinda, maybe had a slight crush on him.

"...Let's do better next time.." you heard him say, his voice scruffy, and you honestly wondered how he looked like at this very moment—was his hair disheveled? How did he look—

"—[Y/N?]" He called out for the nth time before you finally heard it.

"—Huh? Oh uh, yeah.." 

Your screen flashed red, the title saying 'Defeat'. You sighed into your seat; as much as you wanted to see him rage—you hated as much seeing yourself lose. You were just as competitive as him.

"I'll cue again?" Kenma's voice filled your headphones; his tone was calmer this time.

"Yeah.. sure."

Kenma didn't press cue; instead, he waited—he was trying to think of what to say. Truth be told, he doesn't know what to say most of the time; his only hope was to rely on his little people skills.

"..Are you tired?"

You replied with a soft hum, the kind that didn't really tell him what your answer was. "Uh..." Your head turned to the direction of your wall clock out of habit.

3:24 AM

"Shit—I didn't realize it was that late." You cursed outwardly, slouching your back against your chair. You could hear shuffling through the headset, closing your eyes briefly as the noise lulled you to sleep.

"...you sleepin?"

His question woke you up, fixing your posture as you let out a small yawn. "Mm... dunno."

"You're tired. Sleep."

You let out an exasperated laugh; his comment wasn't really funny—but perhaps the lack of sleep was getting to you.

"What're you laughin' at...?"

"Hm... just found it funny how you say 'sleep' when... you won't even do that." Your words were starting to slur, and Kenma found it a lot entertaining how you were trying to stay awake just to play.

"..uh-huh... Just go to sleep [Y/N]."

You sighed, hearing his voice say your name in such a manner that made your knees feel like Jell-O already.

"..just one more round, I'll win it this time!"

You waited for his response—but it never came. The silence was suffocating; the only other thing you could hear was the soft buzzing of your computer.

"..hey.. Ken? You still there?"

"...yeah."

"...Are you mad at me for making us lose...?"

"..No... not really.."

You sighed more into your seat; your body practically turning into mush. This was hopeless; your plan on rage-baiting him isn't working—so time for plan B!

—

Plan #2: Mission Ragebait

Just act as clueless as possible; not the best plan—but it's worth a try!

"Then.. are you mad 'cause you died first?"

You heard a grunt through the speakers; it was small—but it was there. You smiled to yourself, thinking your plan was working; just a few more nudges, and he'll break.

"Eugh, no way! I only died because of—"

You.

It's always you, huh?

Kenma sighed into his seat, his shoulders slumped into a shape that resembled a crescent moon. His hands dug into his face as he tried to control his breathing. Once again, the two of you lost another round—it was a ranked match, too.

He practically babysat you the whole game; he wouldn't let you go watch a site alone—it was almost as if he was worried you'd die...because you did. Almost every single time, too!

Even when Kenma was there to help attack, you somehow managed to get killed. Every. Single. Time.

"..damnit... What am I gonna do with you [Y/N]?" Kenma blurted out, his eyes peeking through the creases of his hands, staring at the Discord call that started around 5-6 hours ago? Who knows? —Kenma for sure doesn't.

He pushed a button on the keyboard and his mic lit up, fixing his posture as he leaned in slightly. "I think I'm just rusty," Kenma replied back, his excuse wasn't convincing at all. Even he could tell it sounded fake. I mean, seriously? Who would ever believe that Kenma — The Kenma, would ever be rusty—

"Hmm.. Yeah, it really shows."

Kenma stuttered for a moment, his thoughts went on pause once he heard those words leave your mouth.

Were you seriously agreeing with him? This was driving Kenma insane; after months of playing together, he's never seen you this....bold— This straightforward before.

And in Kenma's honest opinion, he wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not. He noticed the difference last week, during another one of your late-night rounds of Valorant. Plays that should've been easy for you were suddenly difficult, every time you had to clutch, you always died.

"Anyways...maybe Valorant just isn't your game today," you replied, combing through the stray strands of hair that were on your face.

Kenma sighed into his seat, his shoulders tense as he fixed his posture for the first time in 3 hours. "Yeah.. sure.." he replied, exiting the game. You followed him and closed your own game, mentally taking note of the time again.

3:28 AM

The sound of your keyboard echoed around the room, the light of your computer being the only one that lit up your darkened room. Your eyes watched the side of your screen carefully, waiting for him to say something else.

You were just staring at your computer screen for a good minute or so, casually you'd drift off from time to time due to the lack of stimulation from the conversation. Honestly, you thought he must've died or something because you've never seen him be this quiet before.

Did your plan finally work? Could he be—

"..Aren't you tired?"

You hummed, the type of hum that didn't provide him with any answers whatsoever.

But Kenma knew, he always did.

You heard him let out a soft chuckle from your headset, sending chills down your spine. You wondered if it was because it was too cold in your room, and definitely not because of how attractive his voice sounded.

"You wanna play one last game? Or do you just wanna talk?"

"..talk."

"..hm, about what.."

"...dunno.."

—

This conversation was going nowhere, but you hadn't the energy left to actually make an effort to do so otherwise. So instead, the two of you just continued talking—if it was even considered that anymore.

"You know.. earlier this week, Kuroo made me do pushups five times.." Kenma complained, his voice grazing as you shuffled out of your seat.

"Ken, I'm gonna switch devices real quick." You replied before clicking exit call, hastily opening the Discord app on your phone as you made your way to your bed.

"Back.."

"Took you long enough.." He replied, voice low as he let out a soft chuckle. "I was gone for 30 seconds."

"Longest 30 seconds of my life...I missed you."

The call fell silent, your brain took its sweet, sweet time to register what he just said, because when you finally did realize it, he was already clearing his throat. Was it a slip-up, or on purpose?

You turned on your camera, your phone lying sideways as you used a pillow to help it stay up. On the other side, it looked completely dark, but if you squint—and look really closely, you could see the outline of a face, and eyes that stared back.

Kenma was a bit thankful he didn't turn on his camera, or else you'd see the obvious red tint that spread across his face.

Despite your sleepy state, you managed to grumble out a question. It was simple enough, but to Kenma it was everything.

Because to him, no matter how outrageous or how stupid the words that came out of your mouth were, he'd eat it up every time. He wasn't oblivious to his treatment towards you—not like he was trying to hide it either.

"What time is it?"

"...it's 3:29 AM." He replied, soft and slow, like he was scared that any louder, he'd wake the sleepiness out of you.

You hummed, closing your eyes, feeling a smile creeping up your face. Kenma watched you closely, his eyes studying your face like it was going to be an exam the next day.

The two of you stayed silent like this for around a minute or so, but to him it felt like an eternity. One he wouldn't mind staying in forever.

The clock on the bottom corner if his screen showed him it was 3:30 AM. How long were calling for? He'd guess it was around 7-8 hours, considering you were fast asleep, camera on and face still on call.

After class ended, you waved goodbye to Yachi and made your way to your brother's classroom, peaking inside to see if he was still in there. You saw him standing over Tsukishima's desk, his hands on each corner of the table as he rambled about something.

Suddenly Tsukishima turned his head to you, almost like he knew you were there, with a quick side-turn he looked at Yamaguchi who in turn looked over at to what he was looking at.

Tadashi ran over to you, as he spoke a bit out of breath, "Hey...I can't walk with you home today." he said with an apologetic look, you raised an eyebrow at his statement, tilting your head slightly to see Tsukishima walking over to both of you.

"We have volleyball practice today."

"Seriously? How come you guys are practicing more recently."

Suddenly a voice inserted itself into your conversation, "That's how sports work, dummy."

Turning your attention to the standing figure behind your brother, you twitch a smile, biting back the urge to spit out a comeback. "Awhh, come on Tsukki.." Your brother tried to defend you— 'very helpful' you thought.

"What? I'm only correcting her. Can't have her going around clueless, right?"

"Hah...right, thanks so much for that insightful information!" You managed to chirp out, though not without its malice in your tone. Tsukishima smirked at your response, before he could come up with another reply you excused yourself and left, waving only a small goodbye as you turned the corner.

At home, you spent your free time studying and catching up with homework or notes you missed from your previous classes, but after a while you got bored and decided to lay on your bed and read.

Couple of minutes passed and you laid your manga down on your bed to go grab something to eat or drink when you saw your phone lit up on your bedside table.

You turned off your phone with a huff, slightly annoyed and confused over the rando that just texted you. but a part of you was also slightly concerned with what Yachi said.

'Could it be a stalker?' You shivered at the thought, trying to calm yourself down before you could overthink the situation.

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a/n: sorry for the awful quality chat, I'm still kinda learning how to do this thing...

You ran downstairs, sliding open the door for Yachi. Her hand immediately dropping down to the floor, letting her bag fall.

“You seem tired today, no?” You replied, stating the obvious as you watched her sigh, her shoulders finally relaxing.

Yachi hummed in agreement, crouching down to remove her shoes. “Was your match bad?” You asked whilst leaning against the wall, bringing your hands to your chest and folding them together.

“Yeah, and we still have a match later this week.” her reply was meek, as she pushed herself up, her face fixated on the floor.

Walking towards the direction of your room, Yachi let out a sigh of relief, feeling the soft pillows against her back. Yumi continued to the kitchen, grabbing her notebook and alongside two juice boxes from the fridge.

“We're going to Tokyo.”

Turning your head to face her, my brows furrowed on my forehead, “Woah seriously? Tokyo?” You asked, biting back the urge to say that you were jealous, being the volleyball manager did have its perks, and one of that is getting to travel to places.

Yachi noticed your inner turmoil, chuckling as she leaned closer to the edge of the bed. Grabbing one of the juice boxes, using its straw to poke a hole. “I know what you’re thinking~”

You eyed her carefully, raising my eyebrows at her comment. “Yeah? What?"

“You jealous?”

You groaned hearing those words leave her lips, grabbing the pillow beside you and throwing it at her face. “I don't know what you're talking about."

Yachi just nearly dodged your throw, a small smile plastered on her face as she giggled, knowing she got it right.

“You can always join ya' know? Two managers are allowed."

Your hands hovered over your notebook; your fingers traced over its design carefully as it took you a second to process what she just said. Internally debating whether or not joining as their manager would even be a good idea.

“No way.” You spat out, aggressively flipping open your notebook as you forced yourself to read the words. Although, each word you did read, only came out the side.

You felt Yachi's stare burning a hole at the back of your head, still, she let you be, already accustomed to how stubborn you were. She merely shrugged before sliding closer to start on their project.

25 minutes had passed, the two of you worked quietly on your parts. Both agreeing that you'd would work on the first half and Yachi could finish the second half of it. It was like watching two well-oiled machines work.

Both of your attention was broken away from your work when you heard the front door open. But before that, around 15 minutes ago, her mom just got home from the market and started dinner.

Since you both knew your mother was already home and your father, who wouldn't be home until later that night. There was only one last person it could be. You dropped your notebook beside Yachi as you pushed yourself off the edge of the bed.

“I'll be back, just grabbing some juice."

Yachi hummed as a response; her focus stayed on the work in front of her. She was always such a diligent worker, you were always so surprised when she’d give it her 100% even after such a tiring day.

As you made your way to the living room, you heard a couple of voices in the kitchen. Thinking it was just your mother cooking, you decide to shrug it off as such.

Boy were you wrong.

As you turned around the corner, your gaze was met with a familiar blond who sat on the corner of their living room. “Oh. You're here?"

Tsukishima didn't reply, letting Yamaguchi reply for him instead. “We have a project, that's why. You got a problem?"

You opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately you decided against it. Being too tired to argue, if you could even call that an argument, so you just shrugged and turned away.

“Whatever, I was just asking.”

Making a beeline to the kitchen, you passed by your mother who told you that dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. Nodding along, you grabbed two juice boxes, making your way back to your room.

“Hey, you're taking two. Don't be selfish now." Tsukishima remarked, his signature smirk plastered on his face as his eyes narrowed down on you, his attention landing on your hands which held two juice boxes.

You halted in your steps as you turned around, your brows furrowed in annoyance, “The extra one is for Yachi.” You retorted, leaving the room before he could spout out a reply.

Yamaguchi watched as you made your way back to your room, a bit surprised to find out that Yachi was here. Was that why she needed to leave early?

Shrugging the thoughts away, he stood up from his spot on the couch, making his way to his room. Tsukishima followed pursuit, he was more quiet than usual.

The two sat down on the table, making themselves comfortable. “So what's your plan?” Yamaguchi spoke up, breaking the silence.

Tsukishima looked up from his phone, “What?" He replied, taking a second to realize what his question was about, gesturing his phone, the screen was lit up on a website.

"Let's make our project based on this."

Yamaguchi’s eyes trailed on the words, reading quietly as he nodded. “Alright! I'll do the second part.” He exclaimed, grabbing his notebook and pencil case from his bag.

Tsukishima stayed quiet, this was his way of saying ‘ok’ and Yamaguchi was used to that. Grabbing his phone which sat on the corner of his bed, making his way back to the table.

Tsukishima watched as Yamaguchi placed his items on the table carefully, his eyes landing on the unfamiliar green colored phone.

“Is that a new phone?

Yamaguchi’ eyes widened in surprise when Tsukishima spoke, bringing up the fact that his phone was indeed new. He nodded, reaching for his phone.

“Yep! Just bought it last week!"

Tsukishima stayed quiet, he looked like he was thinking of a lot of things, Yamaguchi noticed this. Wanting to pry but also knowing his friend would just brush it off, he decided to just switch the topic.

“Ah, I keep forgetting but since we’re talking about phones, I don't have your phone number yet.”

Tsukishima looked at him, a little dumbfounded. Was that even possible?

“I forgot, which is why I haven't been able to text you these past few days.” he shrugged, scratching the back of his neck as he handed the phone to Tsukishima.

Yachi laid on your bed, her arms stretched out as she yawned. “Finally... I'm done.” she breathed a sigh of relief, cuddling herself between the pillows.

“Damn, I'm shocked myself."

Yachi pushed herself upwards, sitting on the bed as her back leaned against the bedframe. “Since I finished my part early, I'll just go home.”

You dart your eyes to your friend, a mix of disbelief and shock on your face. “Wow, okay fine, just leave me to die.” you muttered out as you turned your head away to sulk.

Yachi couldn't help but giggle, seeing you act this way was kind of funny. “It's getting late. Mom's already asking for me back home."

“Won't you stay for dinner at least?"

Yachi shook her head, rushing to her feet as she grabbed her stuff. Putting them carefully in her bag, as she made her way out of the room. Her footsteps treading carefully as she walked through the hallway.

As we passed through the kitchen, Yachi informed my mom that unfortunately she couldn't stay for dinner.

And just as luck would have it, coincidentally, the boys got out from their room, making their way to the kitchen.

“Ah, just in time. Tadashi, could you walk Yachi to the bus stop?"

Everyone's attention turned towards your brother who looked at Yachi, who in turn looked at you. There was a certain tension in the air, which everybody picked up on, except the two idiots who kept looking at any direction but.

“You don't have to do that... I can manage!" Yachi replied, trying to sound convincing.

My mother flicked the spatula in the air, placing her hands on her hips. “Tsk, dont say anything more. You know it's not safe for a lady like you to walk home alone."

"Tadashi, go.”

Yamaguchi yelped at the mention of his name; you watched him run towards the doorway to put on his shoes. Yachi looked nervous, turning her head to you as you gave her a thumbs up for support.

As the door closed behind you, leaving only the three of you inside. Your mother turned off the stove, “Yumi, set the table.” she ordered, you nodded as you made your way to the plates.

Tsukishima’s eyes wandered around the room, feeling awkward just standing there. “Is there anything I can do?"

“Don't worry about it dear, Yumi can handle it. Just go sit down."

He begrudgingly sat down as per your mother's request, as you made my way back to the table with the plates in hand. Catching a glimpse of Tsukishima who stared at you, his lips formed into a grin.

“How kind of you.” He retorted, placing his hands on the table as he leaned his chin on top of his hand. You rolled your eyes at his words; choosing to ignore him and just continued to place down the rest of the plates.

After finishing placing the plates, you sat down on your spot at the table right across from Tsukishima. You mother was still preoccupied with something else, leaving the two of you alone.

You shifted around your seat, trying desperately not to look at the boy in front of you. Suddenly, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

Pulling it out, as you tapped on the screen lightly. A small smile formed on your lips when you read the notifications.

Your attention was pulled away from your phone when your mom had placed down the plate of food in front of you. “No phones at the table while we eat.”

“Besides, we have a guest oh, don't ignore your guest.”

You sighed, turning off your phone and placing it back inside of your pocket, realizing that Tsukishima was in fact still here. “He's not even my guest."

“Even so, what did I teach you?”

Through gritted teeth you replied, trying your best to sound civil whilst avoiding eye contact. “...to be nice...”

Your mother hummed in agreement, sitting down at the end of the table. You heard Tsukishima snicker upon hearing your words, biting back the urge to say something, you settled to just kicking his knee under the table.

Tsukishima yelped, bring his hands down to where his knee was. His eyes glaring at you, about to say something but deciding against it.

Your attention was taken away as your head turns to the door as it opened abruptly, revealing a slightly out of breath Yamaguchi. His hair looked disheveled, and his face was a bit pink.

“Did you run here bro?”

Yamaguchi stumbled into the kitchen floor, not before kicking off his shoes and slipping on his house slippers.

“N-No.”

Your mothers' eyes glance towards him, eyeing him up and down. “Did Yachi go home safe?” The sudden mention of her name made Yamaguchi’s eyes widen in surprise. Idiot.

“Ye-yes.” He replied, his gaze focused on the food in front of him. The rest of us chose to ignore how his voice went up an octave.

“Okay then, Let's eat.”

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a/n: hi.. Im so sorry this took a year to update.. I just graduated lol, and well since I posted the kenma thing, I thought I should probably post the next chapter of this T_T though Chapter 5 might take longer since I dont really have the passion to continue this, I wanna try doing other stories and maybe try posting for MHA, but I wont abandon this, just saying it might take longer for me to post the next chapt. But anyways thx for reading this story!!

Part 2 of chapter 4 is coming maybe later tonight