A Foreign Life (Tsukishima x y/n)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

a/n ahh this is my favorite chapter that I've written I hope you like it!!

                                                           (Y/n's POV)

I knocked on Tsukishima's door, leaning over and breathing hard. I had had trouble getting out of the house and had to sprint the whole way here. He answered it, tall frame looming before me. "H-hey," I said, standing up straight and putting a hand up against the door frame and leaning. "Sorry, sorry I'm, late." I breathed heavily.

"Tardiness is a sign of someone without a future." I looked up and rolled my eyes at him. He was so weird.

He stepped to the side, and I entered his house. He had the temperature down low, and I could tell I was going to get cold. I had on a pair of running shorts that I usually just wore around the house to relax in, and a big baggy shirt that I felt small and cute in. I had meant to bring a hoodie as well, but my room had gotten broken into and I had to quickly escape through the window. I didn't even have any shoes on; just fluffy socks. I was lucky I already had my phone on me.

Tsuki noticed the lack of shoes. "Where are your shoes?" He asked, very confused.

"I uh, forget them?" My feet hurt from running on the cement for a mile without much protection, and I shifted around, wanting to sit down.

"Seriously, you're a horrible liar," He said, giving me a look. "It's not in my right mind to-"

I cut him off. "Here, listen to this new song I found." I grabbed my phone and played the song. I had actually listened to it lots before I moved here, but had forgotten about it until last night.

It was a sweet song about the aftermath of a breakup, written and sung by some young artist. She was really good. I felt the itch to sing it, but didn't want to embarrass myself. I hummed a couple parts though, unable to resist.

"That's a good one," He said, begrudgingly giving me a look. I couldn't help but smile triumphantly. It was against some type of unspoken rule to talk during a song, and he had lost his momentum of questioning me about my shoes.

He led me to the couch, showing me where I could sit while he went and turned on the tv and put the disc in. I sat on one side of the couch, already shivering. Did he have any blankets? Sure, it was like midday but still...

Once he got the tv going he sat on the other side of the couch, seeming to be ten million miles away. He pushed play on the first Jurassic Park movie. It wasn't until the people on screen started talking that I realized that he had put in the original, English version. I turned to look at him quizzically, and he was already looking at me. "How come you're playing the English version?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I remember you telling me about your date with Noya, and how it was hard to understand them. And I speak English probably better than you do Japanese so..."

I smiled. That was really sweet. "Thanks." I turned back to the movie, but after a few minutes I could tell he was still looking at me so I turned back. He was staring at my arms, which I had wrapped around my knees. I was hugging my legs tight to my body to hopefully keep some of the heat in. I had goosebumps all over my arms.
"You look like a popsicle you idiot. Did you not bring a jacket?"

"Uh, no."

He sighed, dragging himself off of the couch like I was a great inconvenience and sauntered out of the room. I couldn't help but notice the way his shirt stretched across his back, showing off his muscles.

He came back with the white hoodie that he always wore in hand, tossing it to me, purposefully landing it on my face. I pulled the cloth away, making a face at him. He smirked. I hesitated about putting it on. But when he sat down on the couch, a little closer to me this time, and looked at me expectantly and I shivered violently, I pulled it on over my head. I sighed happily when it was all the way on, gripping the edges of the hoodie in my palms. Nice and warm.

I saw him smirk at my reaction. Aw c'mon, I was cold. I stuck my tongue out at him.

The hoodie smelled like him and I secretly took a deep breath, inhaling it. It smelled really good. I sunk into the couch a little more, getting comfortable. I pulled my legs up, hugging them to my chest and resting my chin on my knees, intently staring at the screen.

I had seen these movies a few times, but they still scared me. Like I had told Tsukishima earlier, dinosaurs terrified me. He seemed to be having a great time though, intently staring at the dinosaurs. I decided he was obsessed with them like a little kid. It probably wasn't true, but it would be adorable if it was. Hey, a girl could dream!

I did catch him looking at me a few times, and I smiled secretly when he did. He was cute.

By the time the first movie was over we had somehow gravitated towards each other, arms touching. I internally groaned when he got up to change it to the second movie. He walked into the kitchen and was gone for a while, so I got up and followed him. He was trying to figure out how to pop some popcorn.

I silently grabbed the package from him, reading the instructions and going to stick it in the microwave. He snatched it out of my grasp though, a small smile breaking through his usual moody demeanor. "I can do it y/n."

"Oh really? You can do it?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah, of course I can. It's as simple as sticking it in the microwave, right?" He said, smirking as I tried to jump and grab it back. He held it over my head, just out of reach. I jumped again, and he brought it just out of reach again. So I grabbed his arm, pulling it down and going on my tiptoes to grab the package, leaning on him and trying to get it. He switched it to his other hand, holding it up again.

"No fair, that's cheating!" I complained, leaning and jumping, one hand on his chest for support. He was laughing. One of his hands enveloped the one of mine that was over his chest.

"I can do it y/n. C'mon, have a little faith." I stopped jumping, scrunching my nose up at him.

"Fine. But when it burns it'll be your fault." He held onto my hand still while he read the directions, swinging our hands down from his chest and to our sides. Those butterflies that had been absent when I was with Noya made their appearance now, flitting around in my stomach.

I peered at the directions myself, getting ready to tell him that he was failing. And he did fail. Miserably. First he didn't take the plastic off of the package, so that would've melted in the microwave if I didn't tell him. Then he put it in the microwave, the package open, and set the timer for a couple minutes too long.

We heard the popcorn popping, but I hadn't realized he had opened the package until it was too late. When we smelt the burnt popcorn we stopped the microwave, and when we opened it burning kernels fell out and landed on the ground. I doubled over laughing while he blushed and tried to make up excuses.