#kayla!

the way that you're staring intensely at tsukishima's back in distaste is enough for the others around you to know that you're biting your tongue in order to spare yourself another petty argument with the giant. but the way you're clenching and unclenching your fists gives it away, too.

"hey, he didn't mean to bump into you like that," yamaguchi says, putting a hand on your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze to bring your attention to him instead, "he's just... really tall! maybe he didn't see you."

you relax yourself and slump your shoulders. yamaguchi must feel this, because he releases the small hold he has on you. "he just thinks he's sooo great," you respond, a not-so-small hint of snark to your tone. "always going around and walking like he owns the damn school or something."

yamaguchi gives you a nervous laugh, no doubt trying to come up with an excuse for tsukishima's all-around attitude around you.

you decide to turn around and look at the freckle-faced boy. "i know you're his best friend, and i respect your decision," you start, sounding tired at having to tell yamaguchi over and over again how much you detest tsukishima and all that he stands for, "but that tall, blonde, blind as a bat," you don't pay attention to the way that yamaguchi is pointing behind you, desperately trying to find a way to tell you non-verbally that you should stop, "rude, arrogant excuse for a guy is such a-"

"a what?" the suddenness of tsukishima behind you makes you yelp, and you turn back around to find him towering over you (menacingly, so). you start to wonder how he got behind you so fast when you just saw him walking the other direction.

you stutter, trying to find your place in your own train of thought. "i- you- what?" you feel yourself flush at the close proximity, and you curse silently that you wish you were taller so you could step on him to rid of the smug look on his face that's slowly forming.

he bends over slightly, a sly grin making its way to his lips, and you respond by putting your hands up in a surrender motion, "cat got your tongue?"

you shove him roughly, regaining your composure (but not regaining the flesh color back to your face) and stepping back to shield yourself using yamaguchi, "no, but i'll get your tongue if you come near me one more time, you straw." you smile when you witness yamaguchi hold back a snicker.

tsukishima pretends to contemplate, but you know he's trying to come up with something else to hit you with. and you aren't sure if he's serious or not when he says, "sounds more like an invite than a threat, princess."

you fume at the nickname, face growing shades and shades darker with every passing second. you don't have time to retort, because he's walking away again towards the same destination he was going before. "yeah, walk away!" you shout out, stepping in front of yamaguchi for better projection. "idiot," you mumble to yourself as an afterthought.

you pivot on your heel, and you're met with yamaguchi's face once again. except this time, he's smirking. "what?" you ask curiously.

there's a flash of contemplation that he sports for a second, before it's covered with a shrug and knowing grin. you think you prefer the smirk better- the smirk doesn't make you feel like you're out of the loop.