My Voice - Tsukishima Kei

8- Shit

I hear the door open and I rush downstairs.

"Otto?" I call out before I reach the front of the house.

"I'm home." He says when I come face to face with him.

"Welcome home, Kei." I wrap my arms tightly around him, burying my face in his chest. "I'm so sorry I couldn't come to your game today."

"It's fine. Yamaguchi told me you guys got into an accident yesterday?" He asks as he wraps his arms around me as well.

"Oh, mm." I clear my throat, not wanting to talk about yesterday's events.

Last night, about 3 hours after the confession happened, a couple finally drove by us and helped. They had a spare tire that fit our car and both the man and Yamaguchi changed the two tires at the same time.

After that, we thanked them and I tried to pay them but they waved it off and wished us safe traveling. Not wanting to risk something like that happening again, we headed back home and took Yamaguchi's car to a car shop to get new tires.

Then we went home and holed ourselves up in our rooms- but not before Yamaguchi made me promise not to tell Kei what he said.

I was definitely going to tell him. However, I thought it over last night and all throughout the day and figured that I shouldn't. I don't want anything to happen to their friendship- especially if I'm the cause of the dispute. I know how much they need each other, so I agreed to keep it secret.

I mean, it's not like it's really a secret anyways. Right? (That's what I'm trying to convince myself). Nothing happened between us, so I don't have anything to feel guilty about.

But I still feel extremely guilty.

"I'm glad you two are safe." He breathes out, squeezing me before pulling away from the hug.

"Do you want dinner? Have you ate? I bought a cake! Actually- I bought two! Let me make dinner for you!" I ramble, running off before he can answer me.

This is worse than I thought. I feel horrible and I don't even want to look at his face.

I walk into the kitchen, grabbing some rice, vegetables, and whatever meat was already defrosted before beginning to cook.

"Tsuma, is something wrong?" Kei asks, and I jump at the unexpectedness.

"H-Huh?" I turn around, locking my eyes onto his chest. "No?"

"Okay. Let me rephrase that." He walks over to me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." I quickly turn around. "I'm just cooking, love."

"I've known you for years. And I've known Yamaguchi for even longer. Both of you are acting weird. I haven't even seen him yet but through the phone and text I can tell he's acting different." Kei sighs, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "Did something happen between you two?"

My eyes widen and I feel myself panicking.

There's no way he knows. How can he know? I mean, Kei is really smart but not telepathically smart.

"Of curse not!" I say a little too defensively. "What kind of thing anyways?"

"I don't know." He admits. "I thought maybe you guys got into a bad argument or something.

I try to make up an excuse- anything that can reassure him that everything is fine.

"I just had a bad day at work is all." I shrug.

Kei's body tenses for a second and I feel him pull away.

"Eva. You didn't go to work today. You said you weren't going to begin working again until finals are over."

Ah shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Shit.

.......

Shit.

I turn the fire off and I slowly turn around. Kei's eyebrows are furrowed and he's staring at me.

I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest as I burst into tears.

"I don't like this. I don't like this at all." I cry then feel Kei wrap his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, okay? I can't talk about it right now."

His hands soothingly run up and down my back and I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.

"It's okay love. Hey, don't cry. It's fine, if it's something to cry over then just tell me when you're ready. Okay?" Kei continues to calm me down until I'm done crying.

It's just a confession.

But it's because of the person who confessed that I'm feeling so guilty keeping it from him. We didn't kiss or do anything like that, but I still feel bad.

God- I'm so weak when it comes to Tsukishima Kei. This is nothing to cry about.

~

The days were flying by pretty quickly and I couldn't help but feel like Kei was watching Yamaguchi and I more closely.

We went back to how it was before with one of us leaving the room whenever the other came in.

I feel like I've committed a crime. Although Kei said to wait until I'm ready to talk about it, it feels like he's playing detective. Or maybe this is just the guilt making me paranoid. Regardless of what is it though, I can't focus on it because finals are very very soon so I have to study.

"I'm so tired." I groan, leaning my head on top of my papers.

"Should we take a break?" Kei asks and I quickly nod.

He sets his pencil down and scoots his chair back. We've been studying for the past two hours and I am so completely over it.

Finals can suck my balls.

"Lock the door." Kei nods his head in the direction of the exit. We're currently in the study room and Tadashi isn't even home.

"Hm? Sure." I stand up, locking the door before walking back to him.

He pats his lap and my eyes widen.

Not even in the bedroom?

A small grin comes over my face as I haul my legs around him and sit down on his lap facing him. His arms immediately snake around me and I feel his hands cup my ass.

"We're going to get busy once we graduate." He sighs and I lean my forehead against his.

"We'll be about the same amount of busy, right? The time spent at school will now just be time spent at work." I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

Kei chuckles a little and I lift my head.

"I guess you can look at it that way. And season will be over soon so we'll have a small break."

"I want to come visit you at work a lot. I'll come so often I'll be the one keeping the museum in business." I grin and Kei gives me a pointed look.

"No. You'll be busy. You can only come when you absolutely have time. Maybe I can pick you up from the office though when I'm done." I feel him move his fingers to the waistband of my shorts and I push myself off of him.

"Yeah?" I ask as I slowly begin to slide my shirt off. "That'd be nice."

Kei just stares at me as I undress, as if in a trance. He snaps out of it and slightly shakes his head when I kneel in front of him, positioning myself between his legs.

I reach up and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Kei quickly leans down and presses his lips against mine, gently pushing my hands away and doing it himself.

Soon enough we both find ourselves naked, and two hours later we find ourselves shamelessly cleaning up the study room.