❝ I hate you. ❞
❝ You don't act like it ❞
He was just supposed to be your tutor. What happens when he go unruly lengths to keep you around him.
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"Cmon, if you're so bored I have something to show you." he lazily stands up before waltzing towards the room door.
You stand up and follow behind him as he walks out of the room and down the staircase.
The house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the faint sound of the ventilation system and the occasional creak of the steps whenever your feet hit the wood below you.
You envied him a little. It was peaceful compared to your house. Your dad was always on the phone, yelling at you, or had someone over. The only time you could have to yourself was late at night and even then your thoughts would bother you.
The only thing that bugged you was why Tsukishima was in such a large house by himself. The house was greatly decorated but the only family pictures on the wall seemed to have been when Tsukishima was young.
You pick up the small picture frame of the shelf as you wandered down the hall. "Is this you? You looked so cute back then."
You smile at the picture as Tsukishima glanced over his shoulder. You could practically hear him groan as he strode towards you and snatched the picture out of your hands.
You start to laugh as you watch him place the picture back down, his cheeks flushed to a faint pink with a scowl plaster across his face.
You start to walk past him and into what you assumed was the living room before looking at several other pictures. In most of them, Tsukishima looked about 8-10 years old and his outfits consisted of a dinosaur pattern.
You couldn't stop yourself from laughing as you came across a picture of him at the pool with dinosaur swimming trunks. Not too long afterward you could feel Tuskishima behind you before feeling the frame be yanked from your hands like before.
"Stop touching stuff."
You turn around to be met with his shoulder before looking up at where he was now putting most of the pictures on a shelf you couldn't reach. You groan before sliding from under him and continuing to walk around.
