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Stare- Tsukishima

You were trying not to stare at him. Really. You were.

But Tsukishima had been acting weird all day-short answers, sharper-than-usual comments, eyes flicking to you every five seconds like he was waiting for you to mess up breathing.

So yeah, maybe you glared.

Just a little.

From across the gym, he caught your eye again. And instead of looking away like a normal human being...

He smirked.

Your annoyance spiked instantly.

You crossed your arms and glared harder.

That's when he tilted his head and mouthed: What?

You ignored him.

He didn't like that.

He dropped his water bottle, walked straight across the court, and stopped inches from you-close enough that you could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes.

His voice was low, irritated, and way too smooth.

"If you're gonna glare at me," he said, "come say it to my face."

Your breath stalled.

"...Maybe I will," you shot back.

"Then do it."

His height towered over you; his glasses slid down just a fraction, letting you see all of him-every ounce of challenge, curiosity, and something darker simmering under his usual boredom.

You swallowed. "Fine. I'm glaring because you've been acting weird. Staring at me. Picking fights for no reason. If you have something to say, then say-"

He stepped closer.

You stepped back.

He followed.

Your back hit the wall behind you.

He rested one hand beside your head, leaning down until his lips were a breath from yours.

"You really don't get it," he murmured, amusement curling through his voice. "You glare at me. You ignore me. You challenge me. And then you look surprised when that makes me want to-"

You didn't let him finish.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down- hard.

The kiss hit like a spark catching dry wood: instant, hot, uncontrollable.

He made a low sound against your mouth, something surprised and hungry, before his other hand slid to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

Your fingers tangled in the fabric of his jersey as his lips moved with sharp, impatient precision-like he'd been holding back for weeks and finally snapped.

When he finally pulled away, breath brushing your lips, he smirked again-but this time it was softer, a little breathless.

"There," he murmured. "Was that what you wanted me to say?"

You glared again- but your flushed cheeks ruined it.

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.

"If you keep glaring at me like that..." his fingertips traced your jaw, slow and teasing, "...I'ma have to kiss you again."

You didn't stop glaring.

Your back was still pressed to the wall, Tsukishima still leaning into you, his breath warm against your mouth. You were trying-really trying-to form actual words.

He wasn't helping.

His thumb brushed your bottom lip. "You're still glaring," he murmured.

"I'm not-" He kissed you again before you finished the sentence.

This one was deeper, slower-like he wanted to memorize the shape of your mouth.

You barely grabbed his jersey before your knees gave out a little.

Which was exactly when you heard it:

"...Tsukki?"

Both of you froze.

He pulled back just enough for you to see the absolute dread flicker across his face.

You turned your head.

And there was Yamaguchi, standing in the doorway with your friend right behind him.

Mouths open. Eyes wide. Souls leaving their bodies.

Yamaguchi turned red immediately.

"O-OH! I- I didn't- we didn't see- um- we weren't- TSUKKI???"

Your friend slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my GOD. You two were- you were- HOLY-"

Tsukishima straightened slowly, like a malfunctioning robot, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if that made any of this less obvious.

You smacked his arm. "Do something!"

He glared at you. "I was doing something until they showed up."

Your friend squealed. "You GUYS are TOGETHER?? Since when?! Why didn't you tell us?! Wait- ARE you together? Or was that-"

Tsukishima cut her off with the flattest voice possible: "Do you want me to explain the logistics of how kissing works?"

"TSUKKI," Yamaguchi whispered, horrified.

You buried your face in your hands. "Please stop talking."

Tsukishima leaned slightly toward you, smirking again-annoyingly smug.

"You're the one who pulled me in first," he murmured.

Your friend gasped dramatically. "OH SO YOU'RE LIKE... KISSING KISSING."

Yamaguchi nodded rapidly, eyes still huge. "Like... actual kissing kissing."

Tsukishima sighed and grabbed your hand-very casually, very deliberately.

"Are you two done?" he asked. "Or do you want front-row seats for the next round?"

"TSUKKI!" "OH MY GOD."

Both of them shrieked it at the same time.

You groaned and tugged on his hand. "Kei, stop scarring them."

He didn't stop smirking. "I'll stop when they leave."

Your friend dragged Yamaguchi back by the sleeve. "We're going! We're going! Continue your- whatever- but if you break her heart I SWEAR-"

The door shut behind them.

Silence.

Tsukishima looked at you, amusement simmering in his eyes.

"Now..." he murmured, stepping forward again, "...where were we?"

You glared- and he smirked like he'd been waiting for that.

"Right," he whispered, fingertips brushing your waist. "Kissing."

And he pulled you in again.