Just let me understand you || Tsukishima Kei Story

The note is important so read it or i will go crazy

Y/n's pov

Bloody fucking hell, I sleep on floors, I sleep on planes, but as soon as I get to an actual bed my sleep is shit. Tossing and turning, shit I tell you. I guess I was just thinking too much...

But luckily we had the same kinda hotel suite as last time, a room, the living space and another room. An ideal set up really.

Now, normally I'd sit in my bed, look at the wall, and cry or something. But not today, we'll say no to the intrusive thoughts.

"Christopher," I say knocking on his door. "Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, Christo-."

"What's wrong Bird?" He asked opening the door, he looked tired, eyes squinting at the light, and hair all messy. But all the home tugging on a shirt. "You looked like you've seen a ghost, do I really look that bad?"

No, it's not you," I shake my head. "I can't sleep, can you sit out here with me for a bit?"

"Yeah of course," he says rubbing his face. "Do you want to talk or something out, what's keeping you awake?"

"Looks like being a therapist is another thing you can do for me," I laugh walking over to sit on the couch. "Oh yeah, you said that we could make a list."

"A list of what I could do for you," he nods his head. "Well for starters I can wake up in the middle of the night because you can't sleep and need something to get your mind off things."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that," I say. "I'll try not to do that too often."

"It's fine really, and I can do that all with a smile," he smiles. "Not that it's forced."

"Oh, you can also drive me places because I'm too afraid to drive," I say. "And you can cook for me."

"I can do your hair, help you pick out outfits and your homework," he says. "I can buy you cupcakes on your birthday and stupid little gifts."

"You can listen to me cry about my sad teenage problems and give me good advice," I say. "And you can hold my hair back while I puke my guts out like an idiot."

"But apparently I can't keep you out of alcohol for more than three seconds," he laughs shaking his head. "Or keep you away from cigarettes."

"Yes but you can let me have fun," I say. "Which is the best thing I could ask for, besides bullying kids on Roblox."

"How kind of you," he laughs again.

"You wanna know what else you do for me?" I ask looking up at the ceiling.

"Hmm?" He nods his head.

"You're always there for me," I say. "Even when I'm being stupid and unreasonable, and that's pretty d
fucking great."

"But do you want to know what else I could do for you?" He asks.

"Shoot," I nod my head. "What else could you do for me?"

"I could-," either the second half was mumble or I just couldn't hear it.

"Sorry, I'm dumb," I say turning my head to look at him. "I didn't hear you, what did you say you could do for me?"

"I said that-."

If you want Y/n to be with Christopher, go to my page and click on the Christopher path story. It takes off from this chapter. This story (JLMUY) is a Tsuki one, meaning that Y/n will end up with him in the end. From here on both stories will have different storylines, they do not correlate.

-Crouton