Ugh You again~

Distance

I hurried to Tsukishima's place, my mind racing with anticipation and nerves. After everything that had happened, I hoped this meeting might finally clear the air between us. But as I knocked on his door, I also braced myself for another confrontation.

When he opened the door, his expression was unreadable. "Thanks for coming," he said curtly.

"No problem," I replied, trying to gauge his mood. "What's this about?"

He led me to the living room, where we sat down. The silence was heavy, and I could feel the tension building.

"I wanted to talk to you about something important," he began, his tone unusually serious.

I nodded, waiting for him to continue. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen.

"I think we need to stop interacting outside of school," he said bluntly.

I blinked, taken aback. "What? Why?"

He looked at me, his expression cold. "It's not working out. The arguments, the tension... it's too much. I think it's better if we just keep our distance."

I felt a wave of confusion and hurt wash over me. "But why now? You suddenly decide you don't want to be around me?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... I've been thinking about it, and it's for the best."

His words stung, and I felt a mix of anger and sadness. "So, that's it?"

"Yes," he said, his tone firm. "It's better this way."

I stood up, frustration boiling over. "You can't just decide that on your own. This isn't just about you."

He stood up too, his eyes flashing with irritation. "What do you want from me, Blackfire? We keep fighting, we keep hurting each other. What's the point?"

"The point is that you don't get to make decisions for both of us!" I shot back. "You don't get to shut me out just because it's easier for you."

His jaw tightened. "I'm trying to avoid more conflict."

"Well, you're doing a terrible job," I retorted, stepping closer. "Running away isn't the solution."

He stepped closer too, his frustration matching mine. "What do you want, then? To keep fighting until we can't stand each other anymore?"

"I want you to stop acting like you know what's best for both of us!" I shouted. "I want you to acknowledge that maybe there's more to this than just fighting."

His eyes blazed with anger, but there was something else there too, something I couldn't quite read. "And what if I don't want to?"

"Then you're a coward," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "You're afraid to face what's really going on between us."

For a moment, we just stood there, glaring at each other, our breaths coming fast and heavy. The tension was thick, almost tangible. And then, without warning, he closed the distance between us and kissed me.

I froze, my mind struggling to process what was happening. But then I found myself kissing him back, the anger and frustration melting into something else entirely. His hands gripped my arms, pulling me closer, and I responded with equal intensity.

For a moment, nothing else existed but the two of us, the heat of the argument giving way to the heat of the kiss. It was confusing and overwhelming, but it felt right in a way I couldn't explain.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard, staring at each other in shock. The silence was deafening, and the reality of what had just happened began to sink in.

"I... I should go," I stammered, stepping back.

Tsukishima looked just as stunned as I felt. "Yeah, maybe you should."

I nodded, turning quickly and heading for the door. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and I needed to get away, to process everything.

As I walked home, I couldn't shake the feeling of his lips on mine, the intensity of the moment. The argument had led to something I never expected, and now I was left to figure out what it all meant.