HEADPHONES ‧ k.tsukishima

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮;

'Tsukki,' Atsuko said softly, 'I need to tell you something.'

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, 'If you're going to tell me that you're pReGnOnTe like last time, then I really don't need to know, thank you.'

Atsuko grinned,

'Nothing like that! Although feel free to get me pregnonte any time-'

'Stop.' Tsukishima blushed.

Atsuko laughed, 'I was just joking. Unless-'

'Atsuko will you just tell me already.'

'Ok ok Tsukki! I got us tickets to Nicki Minaj.'

Tsukishima scowled, 'What.'

'Joking, joking.'

Tsukishima scowled and smiled simultaneously.

'All jokes aside, I made us a playlist so-'

Atsuko tapped her fingers together nervously,

'Listen with me?'

Tsukishima smiled and grabbed the airpod she offered him. They shuffled closer and Atsuko tapped on shuffle. Creep by Radiohead (a/n: LISTEN NOW) began to blast through. Tsukishima smiled and took Atsuko's hand.

'I love you.' he whispered softly.

Atsuko's face flushed red. Her eyes sparkled and she gave a soft laugh.

'I love you too, Tsukishima Kei.'

They grinned at each other, nodding their heads lightly to the music. How cheesy. The type of thing you get in a low quality wattpad rom com fic (nervous sweat).

The next day was school once more. Atsuko slumped back into her familiar window seat/ main character seat and stared out of the window at beautiful Miyagi. There was a quiet buzz of chatter in the background, but it was warm and faint, like the summer rain.

Eri opened the classroom door, laughing and blushing at something her tsundere girlfriend Omi had said (a/n: oh to have a tsundere girlfriend). She waved goodbye and walked over to Atsuko, sitting on her desk. 

'Hey babes,' Eri grinned. Atsuko smirked,

'Things going well with Omi?'

Eri scowled as a blush crept onto her cheeks, 'Stuff you. What about salty beanpole?'

Atsuko scowled, 'Stuff you.' 

They both burst out laughing. Eri wiped tears from her eyes,

'Oh god, we're both on something.'

Atsuko fainted dramatically onto her desk, 'It's love!'

They both laughed and joked until the bell rang for class.

'SHIRATORIZAWA. HUH?' Atsuko screeched.

'Calm down. We're playing them next month. If we win, then we go to nationals.' Tsukishima said calmly as he leant against the cherry blossom tree.

Atsuko sat down next to him. Her eyes glinted, 'That's so cool! Shouldn't you be more excited?'

Tsukishima sighed, 'I don't really care.'

Atsuko frowned. Tsukishima was an exceptionally good middle blocker, at least for a first year. Yet he never expressed interest or enjoyment in volleyball. It was like he just... didn't care.

'Why do you not care?'

 Tsukishima scowled, 'I just don't. It's lame to enjoy things like that.'

'It's not lame to-'

He cut Atsuko off, 'Just stop asking. Volleyball doesn't matter to me.'

Atsuko raised an eyebrow, 'And why is that? Shouldn't you be more excited? You're so close to nationals-'

'So close. But not there. And I really couldn't care less. So stop telling me how to live my life.' Tsukishima glared at Atsuko who flinched. 

She sighed, 'I didn't tell you to do anything. I just... want to know why you don't care.'

Tsukishima glared, 'I don't want to get hurt again. Ok?'

Atsuko furrowed her brows, 'But-'

He snapped and shouted, 'LEAVE ME ALONE, ATSUKO. I DON'T NEED YOU.'

Tsukishima whipped around and raised his hand to adjust his glasses. His eyes widened. Atsuko had flinched and curled in a protective ball, using her hands to cover her head.

Shit. What had he done. What had he said.

Atsuko was trembling. She stood up slowly and whispered,

'You don't need me. Ok. Thanks for letting me know.'

Tsukishima's eyes widened, 'Wait Atsuko-' 

He reached out to grab her arm but she shook him off and walked calmly down the hill, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Why had she thought Tsukki was different? He was just like everyone else. He didn't need her. She was an unnecessary blip in the universe. Maybe she should go die.

Tsukishima watched Atsuko walk slowly away and he sat down in defeat. A tear fell onto the dry grass. What had he done?

(a/n: was this horribly written? yessir. can i be bothered to change it? no sir)