Your sister has a boyfriend, in fact she has more than one. But tsukishima doesn't deserve that treatment.... And your sister doesn't deserve him.
So who does..... you?
Do you deserve him?
Do you want him? More than her?
Interesting...
"Secrets I have held in my heart. Are harder to hide than I thought"
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Sitting at tsukishimas kitchen table with him was nerve racking. While I slowly ate my fries and watched him eat... I thought about what he said.
He wouldn't want my sister to think we were doing anything. So does that mean he thinks it's realistic? For us... to do that.
Even though I fawned over him, he still looked kinda sweet and innocent. Maybe- I should tell him about atsumu.
I thought about breaking the news a few times, and maybe that would even bring him around to me. But I couldn't help but think that if him and my sister ended things, I wouldn't see him anymore.
I think maybe a part of him likes me, but if he goes through a break up he's gonna get all sad... and plus he will be mad that I waited to tell him.
So maybe I should pretend not to know... and just let nature run it's course.
I mean to be fair, I don't see how he could look at us being alone as anything but temptation. Even if he didn't actually plan on doing anything with me- this was wrong for him too. Since he didn't know my sister was cheating.
Are they.. made for eachother?
"What's wrong"? Tsukishima asked me from across the table. "Oh nothing-" I said suddenly. "What are you day dreaming about"? He asked with a grin.
"Is it whoever you were taking nudes for"? He asked curiously making me hot and bothered. "What- no". I said shaking my head. "Ah so you were sending them to someone specific"? He asked. It seemed like he was really interested in that... to still remember and bring it up.
"Cause before you said that you were only collecting them". He urged me to spill my secrets.
In honesty... my excuse in the moment when he grabbed my phone was based on truth. I did have pictures that I didn't want anyone to see. For a... future boyfriend. Not nudes... but something close to it. Along those blurred lines... pictures made to edge.
I had pictures of myself grabbing my breast and covering the nipples, squeezing the soft handfuls between my fingers.
I had pictures of my thighs.
Myself sitting on a pillow suggestively, things like squeezing my legs on it and such.
