boy next dorm, k. tsukishima

ii.

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AFTER A BEAT, tsukishima scoffed so arrogantly you might've thought he spit if you weren't staring at him so hard.

"and why the hell would i do that?" he asked incredulously, as if the idea itself was preposterous.

"same reason you were ogling me from across the room," you said, unsurprised. "what were you gonna do? come up behind me and start pressing against me?"

"and if i did?" he questioned, making you stop and look at him-which wasn't good because that's what he wanted. "even if you had moved away at first, i guarantee you'd have been grinding on me by the end of the night..."

now you were the one to scoff. "you're sick, you know that?" you said. "not every girl wants to get in your pants. and i know that's hard to believe when you bring one to your dorm every other day-if not every day-" you intermitted to scowl at the way he looked so pleasant. "but i promise you some of us have better things to do..."

"and you would be part of that, what, 0.001% of girls?" he said, snickering at his own comment after saying it.

you stared at him; at the purely smug look on his face, the way his arms crossed his chest, his manspread...

if you weren't you, you might've felt intimidated.

"you need to be humbled," you said, ambling up to him.

he shrugged, looking you up and down. "maybe i do," he started, "but i find myself to be quite humble already."

"no. you're vile," you wrinkled your nose albeit the smirk gracing your lips, tsukishima licking his. "a poison."

"not all poisons are deadly," he said, shifting.

"sure, but eventually the poison needs to be cleaned out or it will become toxic," you contradicted. "i think that's the case with you."

"so you don't think i'm the poison, but you think i'm-" he stopped briefly seeing how close you'd gotten albeit unconvinced. "i'm infected?"

"precisely," you smiled, and the closer you got, the more he backed up.

he didn't back into the booth because he was scared, but he felt a mix of excitement and alarm at the pure predatory look in your eyes.