Just let me understand you || Tsukishima Kei Story

Dw I'll do an Azalea backstory

Y/n's pov

After they were all done skating, Dai went to the shrine with Yamaguchi and Azalea, meanwhile, me, Kei and Kasumi went to grab some food at the mall.

"Sometimes you just need a solid meal to keep up with old age," Kasumi says before eating more of her burrito.

"Kasumi, you're not old," I say.

"I know that, I'm four," she says. "Y'all stay safe though."

"We're not old either," Kei says. "You're underdeveloped."

"So you're bullying me because I'm gonna be adopted?" she asks. "Wow."

"Wow Kei, you're so mean to me and now you're bullying this poor innocent girl," I say. "You need to stop or else we're gonna un makeup."

"Oh my god," he sighs. "I obviously have nothing against adopted or soon-to-be adopted kids."

"Well clearly you do, considering that you have yet to ask mom to marry you, only when you two are married can you adopt me at the same time," she says. "This is a personal attack."

"So mean," I shake my head. "And to our own daughter."

"Hey, stop looking so drained, you chose this life," Kasumi says. "You heard me and mom yelling next door and decided that these are the two people you want to live with."

"Yeah, I still don't understand that chose myself," he says. "Oh look, there's your ride."

"Hey hey Kasumi," Koganegawa says.

"I brought candy," Kyotani says basically slamming a discreet paper bag on the table. "Chocolate and stuff."

"Why is there a picture of a leaf on it?" she asks.

"Wrong bag," he says getting a new one, still just as sketchy.

"Do you have drugs in there?" I ask.

"No," he says reaching into the bag and pulling out a handful of actual leaves. "It's for my pet turtle."

"This bag has your house keys," Kasumi says.

"Oh, then it's this bag," he says handing her a bag.

"Okay, this one is the candy," she says.

"Where is your bag?" Kei asks. "You look like a dollar store drug dealer."

"It's laundry day, use your head four eyes," he says. "It's in the wash."

"Why don't you have another bag?" I ask.

"He's been using the same red backpack since high school," Koganegawa says. "He won't get a new one."

"I wasn't even supposed to be leaving the house until this fool over here called us to help him," Kyotani says. "But considering he needs help to see, I shouldn't have been surprised when I got the text."

"I can get surgery to fix my sight," Kei says. "But you can't get surgery to grow another inch without destroying your career."

"I'm six foot," he insists. "You're overgrown."

"You've five-eleven," Koganegawa says.

"Yeah, and the both of you will be four feet tall when I smash your knee caps and you're both stuck in a wheelchair," Kyoutani says.

"Only because our knees are the only thing you can reach," Kei laughs.

"That's it, I'm not helping you," he says. "You can rely on Koganegawa."

"Hey, you promised," Kei says. "And if you leave it with Koganegawa he'll start a fire."

"Fine," he sighs.

"What's happening?" I ask.

"We're taking Kasumi for something," Koganegawa says. "It's fun."

"That's dodgy mate," Kasumi says.

"No, remember I told you when your mom was staring at the shiny sign?" Kei asks.

Well, that's embarrassing.

"Bye mom, bye dad," Kasumi says getting up. "Maddog, please hold my burrito."

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"A secret," she says. "Also, dad, if you can just get surgery to fix your eyes why don't you?"

"Because," he says. "I like my glasses."

"And because he likes when mom pushed his glasses up for him when it looks like he's not paying attention," Kasumi says. "He does it on purpose."

"Okay, Kasumi goodbye now," Kei says as they walk away.

"So, what are we doing tonight then?" I ask.

"Well, Kasumi is gonna do something that part of another thing," he says. "Then we'll get her and go back home to watch movies, I'm not spoiling anything."

"Lame," I say. "What if I give you a hug, then will you tell me?"

"The moment we get there, you'll know what the surprise is," he says.

"Also, I want a kid," I say.

"I know you're just saying that to get me excited," he says. "It's not funny anymore."

"Fine, I'll stop joking," I sigh.

"Liar," he says.

Technically it's not a lie, because maybe it's not a joke.

Everyone needs to get a lip piercing now since I did it.

-Crouton