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Quiet War- Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima start as the kind of roommates people assume will get along fine.

They're wrong.

How it starts.

It begins with noise.

Not even bad noise - just normal, end-of-day stuff. You coming home late from your part-time job, tossing your keys onto the counter, humming while microwaving leftovers. Nothing outrageous.

But Tsukishima has been dealing with a string of brutal all-night study sessions for his lab reports. He's running on four hours of sleep and black coffee. So the tiny sounds that wouldn't normally bother him suddenly feel like they're drilling into his skull.

He doesn't snap. He doesn't yell. No - he does something worse.

He goes passive-aggressive.

Suddenly there are sticky notes everywhere.

"Maybe close the cupboard gently next time.""Some of us have class at 7am.""Noise travels in small apartments. Crazy, right?"

You write back on the last one:

"Some of us pay half the rent. Also crazy."

From then on, it escalates.

He starts shutting doors a little too softly. You start tiptoeing like an angry Victorian ghost. He wears noise-cancelling headphones indoors just to make a point. You revenge-clean with the kind of furious intensity that rattles the silverware drawer.

Eventually, you call it what it is:

The Quiet War.

Neither of you says the phrase out loud. But you feel it every time he tightens his jaw when you drop something, or when you "accidentally" set your drink down just a little too loudly near his desk.

And Tsukishima? He absolutely hears you slamming the microwave door on purpose.

It takes weeks before you find out why he's being so rigid about noise.

One night, while he's half-asleep at his desk, you overhear him on the phone with Yamaguchi.

"...No, I'm fine. I just... I don't want to screw up another project. If I don't get these grades back up, I lose the scholarship."

It hits you harder than you expect.

He wasn't being a jerk for fun. He was drowning - and noise was the thing he could control.

For the first time, you feel... guilty.

But you're stubborn. And he's Tsukishima. So neither of you apologizes yet.

The turning point comes on a terrible day.

You stumble into the apartment exhausted, emotionally wrung out. Work was awful, your manager snapped at you, and your feet hurt. You drop your bag and brace for a sarcastic comment.

You expect a snide remark.

Instead... nothing.

He turns his head slightly, takes in your expression, and his eyes soften - barely noticeable, but there.

"Long day?" he asks quietly.

You blink. "Yeah. You?"

He nods. "Same."

It's simple. Small. But the air changes.

The tension that's been coiled tight between you loosens just a bit.

You both talk - awkwardly at first - about your days. Then about other things. Random things. Dumb things. Anything.

You don't realize it at the time, but that conversation becomes the first night of the shift.

Over the next week, it happens more.

Little things.

He starts leaving you leftovers when he cooks. You start making coffee when he has early classes. He knocks before entering the shared space. You stop slamming things (mostly).

The Quiet War fades without anyone acknowledging it.

Talking becomes easy. Bickering becomes teasing. Silence becomes comfortable instead of hostile.

One night, while you're both sitting on the couch doing your own things, he suddenly says:

"...You're quieter now."

You snort. "You're less of a passive-aggressive jerk now."

He smirks. "Personal growth."

You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. And he notices.

Oh, he definitely notices.

It happens a week later.

You're laughing at something he said - genuinely laughing, the kind that makes your stomach hurt - and you look at him.

He's already looking at you.

And something in his expression is different. Soft. Unshielded. Curious. Like he's seeing you in a new way entirely.

He looks away first, muttering, "Don't stare. It's weird."

But his ears are red.

And you feel that shift again - much stronger this time.

The Quiet War is gone. And in the space it left, something new has taken its place.

Something warm. Something careful. Something inevitable.