The Asshole from the Block (Tsukishima x Reader)

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"Run run, run away, run away to a fucking faraway land where no words will hurt you as much as your dad's slap." I sang with the 'rain rain go away' melody. I was crying, but slowly running home. Was this called being bullied? I don't know.

I arrived home late, to our little apartment, but my parents were nowhere to be found. I sighed in relief, but then saw a note from my mother.

Your dad and I are leaving for a week.
Here's a list of what you need to do:
- doctor's appointment at 5 tomorrow
- join a club
- clean the house
- the usual
We left some money on the counter for marketing and so you can make your own food.
Sorry for not telling you earlier but this came up just now.
Mom

I groaned. I had to do the cooking but I really didn't feel like it. So I ignored my rumbling stomach, took a shower and did my homework.
My music was playing on shuffle when I fell asleep on my desk, while solving a problem.

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. I yawned as I went back to sleep, however, the alarm kept beeping annoyingly without shutting up like that one kid in the class who keeps on yapping on with his/her life. I lifted my heavy head up with a groan as loud as my grumbling stomach, wishing that I didn't have to go to school. I couldn't quite remember falling asleep. I shrugged as I realised the unimportance of this issue, and changed into my black uniform. I packed my bag quickly, dumping my books and headphones inside. Slumbering out of my room, I pulled myself to the kitchen to make myself some toast. As I put my hand on the counter, I realised that there was indeed no bread and I was to starve for breakfast. I moaned, not like a white chick in a pool party, more like a cow who was so done with life. I just took the money that had been left for me, and walked out the door to go to school. I remembered to lock and bolt the entrance before leaving, as I had been instructed since I was young. I also remembered that I had a doctor's appointment at five. And a club to attend.

Arrived at school, Yachi, who seemed to have forgotten whatever has happened yesterday, came to greet me.

"Hey, Y/n!" She smiled her usual smile.
If she showed signs about last night, I would act differently, if she didn't bring it up then I would act normally, as if nothing happened.

The look on her face meant: do you want to talk about it?

I replied with my eyes.

"Hey." I said simply. "Can I have your homework to copy off? I fell asleep doing mine last night."

"Sure." She passed me her work without flitting her eyes from mine. I looked away, pretending to not have noticed her lingering gaze, and started to write down in the missing blanks. She sat back down in her chair while my mind raged a war on its own.

I heard someone new enter the classroom, must be that Tsukki-bastard. I mentally prepared myself for the worst.

"Good morning chibi-chan," he said with his signature smirk, then paused to look at whatever I was doing,"didn't do your homework, huh?"

"Shut up." I cut his sneaky mouth with a sharp thrust of my palm on his face. My head was screaming me to stop, but I couldn't stop. It just felt right. I pushed the thoughts holding me back to the depths of my brain. I will regret this later.

The slap hit him sharply, square on his cheek. The sound resonated throughout the room, silencing the chatting students. His left cheek was already turning crimson.

"That was for last night." I whispered quietly as I leaned into his ear. I sat back down to continue doing what I was doing. The room unfroze as Yachi hurried over to check if Tsukishima was okay. I heard her say,"Don't worry, Tsukishima-kun, I'll get some ice, don't worry about her, she's just being a moody bitch."