Ugh You again~

Jealousy

Tsukishima's pov

I watched as Blackfire stormed out of the party, her anger palpable. The drink she had poured over my head dripped down, soaking my clothes. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me, but I didn't care. My thoughts were consumed by the look of hurt and fury on her face.

Why did I always manage to mess things up with her?

I tossed the empty glass aside and quickly followed her out of the house. I needed to make things right, to apologize for embarrassing her in front of everyone. But as I stepped outside, I saw her walking away with Kuroo.

A pang of jealousy shot through me, sharp and unexpected. Why was she with him? They looked so comfortable together, laughing and talking like they had no cares in the world. My chest tightened as I watched them, my emotions a whirlwind of confusion.

Why did it bother me so much? I had always found Blackfire to be annoying, a constant thorn in my side. She was stubborn, quick-tempered, and always ready for a fight. But seeing her with Kuroo made me feel... jealous.

Why?

I leaned against a nearby tree, trying to sort through my feelings. As I stood there, memories from the past started to flood back.

Flashback: Two Years Ago

I was still new to the school when Tate, one of the more popular girls, started showing interest in me. She was nice, but I never felt a real connection. Nevertheless, we started talking ,and that's when I first met Blackfire.

She was Tate's best friend, always by her side. At first, she didn't pay much attention to me, which I appreciated. But as things between Tate and me started to fall apart, Blackfire's presence became more noticeable.

When I finally broke things off with Tate, she was heartbroken. She ended up moving away shortly after, and Blackfire blamed me entirely. From that point on, she made it her mission to remind me of what she thought of me every chance she got.

Present Day

I shook my head, trying to clear the memories. The feelings from back then were resurfacing, confusing me even more. Why was I jealous of Kuroo? Was it because, deep down, I missed the way things used to be with Blackfire?

Before I could dwell on it further, I saw Kuroo and Blackfire walking further away. I took a deep breath and decided to follow them. I needed to understand these feelings, to figure out why seeing her with someone else made me feel this way.

As I caught up to them, I could hear their laughter, see the easy way they interacted. It made my chest tighten with an unfamiliar ache. I needed to talk to her, to make things right, even if it meant facing the feelings I had been trying to deny.

"Kuroo!" I called out, my voice tinged with irritation.

They both turned, surprise evident on their faces. Ignoring Blackfire's questioning look, I focused on Kuroo, my jealousy flaring.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my tone harsher than I intended.

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. "Hanging out with a friend. What's it to you?"

I snapped, taking a step closer. "You need to back off."

Kuroo's expression shifted to one of anger. "What's your problem, Tsukishima? Blackfire can spend time with whoever she wants."

Before I knew it, we were in each other's faces, the tension between us escalating. "Stay away from her," I growled, my fists clenched at my sides.

Kuroo shoved me back, his own anger flaring. "You don't get to tell me what to do. Maybe you should figure out your own issues first."

We were about to come to blows when Blackfire stepped between us, her face a mask of fury. "Enough"

She pushed us apart, her glare enough to make us stop. "I'm so tired of this! You two are acting like children. Just leave me out of your stupid fights."

With that, she turned and walked away, her anger palpable. Kuroo and I stood there, watching her go, the realization of how foolish we had been sinking in.

I glanced at Kuroo, my own anger subsiding. He looked back at me, equally chastened.

"This isn't over," I muttered, turning away and heading back to the party.

As I walked away, my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and regret. I needed to figure out why Blackfire mattered so much to me, and what I was going to do about it.