It's because I.. || Tsukishima Kei fanfic

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I was expecting things between me and Tsukishima to be weird after that night. I should've known better. Tsukishima's teasing stayed exactly the same almost to the point where I've started to believe I dreamt that entire night. The band-aid on my knee confirmed it actually happened though, and the fact that I can almost remember exactly how soft his fingers were on my skin.

I've tried to forget it and move on over the next week however. I have some exams coming up and I've realized how stupid I actually am when it comes to school work. I have to do well on these exams otherwise I won't be allowed to attend the qualifiers which are in two weeks and I can't afford to let my team down like that. I should probably ask someone to help me study, but I don't know who to ask. Yachi is always so busy with the managing, Arai would just tease me non stop, and I don't want the track team to know I'm struggling.

As I stare at my ceiling, I suppose this is what Tsukishima was talking about when he was attending my wound. Immaturity and maturity. Recognizing when I need help and swallowing my pride to ask for it. He had a point, but I suppose I'm immature because I'm not ready to ask for that help. If I need to study and get my grades up then I can do that myself without help from someone else.

I get changed out of my pajamas, attempt to tame my messy hair, and pack my bag with textbooks and utensils.

"Mama I'm going out!" I call out, slipping on my shoes at the door.

"Can you take Rina!?" She calls out and I grimace. Rina is my 6 year old sister, no way am I taking her out with me.

"Sorry I can't! Next time though!" I quickly leave the house and make my way down the street to the station with my headphones in and my determination high.

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My determination is crushed.

I stare blankly at my text book, my pencil pressed onto the page but not writing. I came to the library to study, but this would be a lot easier if I knew what I was studying. English is what has me stumped, the other subjects I can just pass, but I don't even know where to start with english.

I lay my head on the table, taking in a deep breath. Why do I have to be so bad when it comes to school work? If it wasn't for the running scholarship, I probably would've struggled getting into high schools with my current grades. It's gotten to the point where my mama doesn't even expect good grades from me. I feel like such a disappointment, if I wasn't a good runner then who would I be? I'd just be her daughter who's no good at school or has any other talents. I can feel my eyes well up and I groan softly. I'm just making myself cry at this point why do I even do that?

"Well well well what do we have here?" My head shoots up at Tsukishima's voice and we lock eyes. His grin disappears for a second once he sees my red and teary eyes, but I quickly look away clearing my throat.

"What are you doing here?" I push my voice out while staring back down at my books.

"It's a public space I'm allowed to be here."

"Yeah well could you leave me alone today, I have to get through this," I say and he's silent.

"You're seriously crying over schoolwork?" He says and I internally groan, really not wanting to deal with his insults right now.

"I'm not. My study is going perfectly thanks."

"Oh really? Those three questions are wrong," he says pointing to my answers on my page and I bite my cheek.

"Ok then genius, what's the answer?" I say pushing the book over to him. He takes a seat next to me and grabs my pen, scribbling on the paper before pushing it back to me.