↳ 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊║ ( ᵀˢᵁᴷᴵˢᴴᴵᴹᴬ ˣ ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ ˢᴾᵞ! ᴬᵁ )

𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊

tsukishima kept doing things that would only cause him to strain himself. like yanking open the car door or attempting to carry his belongings all by himself.

"dude, would you just let me help y-"

"shut up clover, i don't need your help."

you rolled your eyes at turned around to wave bye to yamaguchi. "thanks so much for driving us here. but do you mind if i ask you to just- uh, help me out for a quick sec?" you said, pointing to tsukishima.

yamaguchi only chuckled. "of course, don't worry about it."

true to his word, yamaguchi stayed behind to carry in some of your luggage as well as to keep you from throwing punches at tsukishima.

"that's the last of your stuff, l/n. call me if you need anything, and i know tsukki can be a handful but please be patient with him. think of him as a grumpy old woman going through menopause okay?" yamaguchi said softly.

"...i'll try." you sighed. "thank you for all your help. really."

yamaguchi left soon after that, and you were left alone with tsukishima.

time to attempt pleasant conversation y/n. keep your cool.

"so uh, pro spies really have it all huh? this house looks haunted from the outside but it's like a mansion in here."

"well we can't have it looking like a mansion on the outside or it'll attract too much attention." he dead panned.

"i was just giving a compliment, no need to-"

"and i was just stating a fact."

you dug your nails into your palm and took a deep breath. "you should get some rest. i'm going to grab some food."

without staying around to hear a response, you left him laying on the couch to find a snack in the kitchen. much to your dismay, the cabinets were all empty and bare, and the fridge only had bottled water.

"hey, tsukishima."

"what now?" he snapped.

the irritation in his tone made you hesitant to speak, but it was important. "what're we eating for dinner? i'll go pick up some takeaway if you want."

"just worry about your own dinner. i'll deal with mine." he responded and turned away from you to lay on his side only to wince in pain since he applied to much pressure to his left shoulder.

"careful-"

"just worry about yourself for god's sake."

you walked over to tsukishima and forced him to sit upright. "i'll stay out of your way if you look after your damn self, you hear me?"

he glared at you long and hard, until he blinked, signifying his loss. "fine."

"good, now take off your shirt."

"excuse me?" he scoffed.

"your shoulder." you stated while pointing. "it's bleeding again because you were careless. you need to redo the dressing."

"it's fine. just leave it."

"tsukishima. i will be even more of a pain in the ass if you don't listen to me right now. shirt. off."

"you know, if anyone were to hear this, it would sound like harassment-"

"yeah and if i don't tend to your shoulder right fucking now, it's gonna be in my conscience forever so hurry the fuck up." you ordered.