Prseka oneshots

(❤️)"Tsukasa-kun~" 🍋

I was bored. I'm sorry.
Tsukasa is 5'11 in this and Rui is up to his shoulders.

Rui POV:

I ran down the stairs to class mumbling to myself "shit shit fuck! I'm going to be late!" I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and crashed into someone.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I say repeatedly.

"Ah it's fine, just watch out next time." I recognize that voice and oh shit. That was Tsukasa Tenma! He's been my crush since 9th grade (they're in yr12 so their 18 now). I used to stalk his instagram and from that I found out he goes to the gym. His progress really shows. You can see how built he is.

Tenma-san pats my back a bit as I regain the strength to get up. The bell rings and I panic.

"Fuck!" I run past Tenma-san and bolt straight to my class. I get in just as everyone else is. I looked like a mess but it was fine.

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The bell rang and that meant 4th period. I just had HaSS and now I have sport. Those are the worst subjects to ever exist. I get to my sport class and Tenma-san is just talking with his group on the bench. I got there early so it was just the five of us (Tsukasa Rui Touya Akito and Mizuki). I sit down awkwardly and wait for other people.

Akiyama-san has to go to their class along with Shinonome-san and Aoyagi-san which leaves me and Tenma-san alone. I look down just to make it not awkward and not to look at him.

He walks over to me and sits down next to me.

"Hey, your that boy I saw earlier, right?"

I looked up at him. "Yea.. sorry for bumping into you."

"Ah that's fine. You name is Kamishiro, correct?"

"Yea.."

"How come everyone doesn't exactly have the best opinion on you?"

"You can just say they hate me." I say as I looked down.

"That doesn't answer my question."

"...They think I'm weird because I build drones and different robots as a hobby."

"That's cool though, I don't see why they would hate you for that."

"Apparently is also just because I'm a 'weirdo'."

"That's stupid."

"Why do you want to talk to me anyways?" I say in an annoyed tone. I felt like he was just there to mock me and make me feel terrible about myself.

"Am I not allowed to go up to people and start a conversation? Why are you so snappy about it anyways?"

He sounds annoyed. I just lost another chance at making a friend. Other people started flooding the gym and I had to hold back the urge to cry. I feel a small pat on my back.

"Hey are you okay? I didn't mean to make you upset."

"I'm fine! Leave me alone." I snap back, a few tears leaving my eyes.

He stops talking and waits for the teachers instructions. She calls the role, everyone going the get changed. This is a mixed class of girl and boys sport. I'm trans and transitioned in 8th grade. Even though I identify as a boy, my school is shit and still makes me change in the girls change room.

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We were sent to the 'new gym' to do our sport. We were told that we're doing dodgeball and I wanted to kill myself in that moment. I am absolutely shit at dodgeball.