PRESENCE : Tsukishima X Reader

25

"First time receiving a whip from a teacher?", Tsukishima goes leaning on the other side of the locker. He had his arms crossed, looking to the side with his foot weighing his other leg.

"Oh, you don't talk to strangers? That's cute", he sticks his face on the opened locker, his eyes fitting on one of the three holes. He widened his eyes when the gate swung on the right, closing the locker that probably had lots of books and other school supplies.

Slamming the entrance, she had a strong grip on the handle. She then stared at her left, looking little constipated when she sees the close up face of the blonde. She feel gross, her lips parted as she showed a disgusted look.

"Oh yes. I don't remember being close with you, Mr. Tsukishima"

"And with what you said earlier. That... Teacher thing? That came out really different it's so misleading", she packed up, having everything she needed on her bag. She carried it and held its sling while walking away from the big pile of lockers.

"Dude"

"There are literally people who saw us walking and eating together before. Don't even try hiding that now", the blonde caught up to her who walked fast on the hallway.

"What makes you think I'm doing that?", She continued to walk fast without hesitation. She was quite irritated. She didn't know the boy's thoughts were far from reality.

She was although thinking about that. Wanting to ignore him during class hours was one of her plans. Having this thought for a while, she didn't know the purpose of pretending of not having a closure. So she stopped and instead continued bugging with each other.

Besides, whenever she tried on being cold mode for the day she ended up clinging and bickering with him.

"Uh, Troll?", She groaned, turning around to face the fry.

"What?"

"The room's this way", embarrassed, she decided to hide herself on the bag while going close to the classroom. 'No people around', she thought, putting down her belongings on her designated seat.

Making herself comfortable, she did an angel seat, tucking her skirt on her thighs to keep it covered.

"Does it bother you that much?", The fry took down his books on the desk, placing it neatly to avoid any destruction.

Perfectionist. Tsk.

She slammed her head on the table, groaning with laziness. Waking up, she narrowed her eyes. Her lips were forming a smile that weirdly is in a straight line.

"I don't know. You judge"

Doing the finishing touches of his 'clean' seat, he stood up properly as he walked to Y/N's direction. He cleared his throat, closing his eyes while having his feet tapping on the floor. Preparing for the bomb, he starts recalling the scene which made Y/N down today.

"Oh Y/N! Being late is okay for some valid reasons but this! This is unacceptable!", He mimicked the narcissistic teacher who happened to be their first subject earlier. Sadly, Y/N came late and got scolded. The reason? She didn't sleep well.

Suddenly, this teacher crossed the line.

"Oh and what's this?", The way the blonde acted gave the girl flashbacks of the old prickly man who had the same mustache as Hitler. He reached for the lady's hair that wasn't brushed thoroughly. He hissed aggressively, his breath suffocating the girl's neck.

"You came late and this is the presentation you've shown to me?", He continued to bickered, commenting bad statements about her condition.

"Such nasty hair! Look at this uniform. And tsk tsk! What monstrous face", he softly grasped the woman's cheek, squeaking with disgust. Like in a drama, he pretends to vomit, having his hand cover his mouth for any sudden thing coming out.