❝ because... we have unfinished business ❞
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┆in which you
┆and the boy next dorm
┆try to ignore your attraction
┆to each other
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fuckboy!tsukishima x tall, black (fem) r...
YOU LUMBERED DOWN the hallway like you were hauling a body bag containing a 180-pound man that happened to also be six foot four. in this case, you might as well have been.
"come on, tsukishima, there's no way you're that tired," you groaned under the pressure of his weight. "what would you do if this was a volleyball game?"
"i'd curl up on the floor in the middle of the game and go to sleep," he spoke softly but you could still hear the pleasure in his tone.
shooting him a cold glare, you began dragging him down the hall by his jacket instead of giving him the pleasure of watching you struggle. "i should've left you at that party to die of alcohol poisoning," you grumbled.
you thought about it. if it was any other person, you'd let them get drunk out of their mind and let the host of the party deal with the aftermath. if it was any other person, it would've been easy to steal their keys and leave or simply call yourself a cab and go home. if it was any other person, you would've left them there.
but tsukishima wasn't 'any other person,' and as much as you didn't want to admit it, you might actually care for him a bit.
"are you really that cruel?" he asked in response.
"i can be."
tsukishima smirked, "good to know."
it took only a few minutes to arrive at the dorms. when you first got your scholarship to this college, you had the choice to live either in mixed dorms or all-girls.
because you didn't care much about it, you picked mixed dorms on a whim. it was clear that you had made a huge mistake the moment you realized that boys were animals. tsukishima usually made a huge example of that.
as you stood in front of his door, you held your hand out to him, "give me your keys."
"my keys?" tsukishima asked, patting his pockets. "oh, i don't have them."
"what do you mean you don't have them??" you asked incredulously.
"i gave them to yamaguchi because he lost his," he explained, looking genuinely unworldly. you sighed and leaned against the wall the face him, slipping your hands in your hair and rubbing at your scalp. "it's fine, you can just—"
