The Asshole from the Block (Tsukishima x Reader)

十二

"You okay?" Tsukishima asked as I sat on the steps of the club room. I was staring blankly at a volley ball, trying really hard not to cry.

"Mmm." I answered, not breaking eye contact with the ball.

"You sure?"

"Yachi wants to talk to you." I sent him away, at least I could be alone for a while. Do what you want with him, Yachi. I have already forbidden my love life from happening.

As soon as he left, I dropped my gaze from the ball, and let the tears flow out. Bitter, resentful, guilty, disappointed tears trickled down my chin and plopped on the floor. I hated losing, I hated lying to my friend, I hated Tsukishima, I hated this feeling. I sobbed, and bawled my eyes out, it wasn't just losing, it was the fact that we all tried our best yet we still lost.

It was the end of the day, and we hadn't even won a single thing. We failed miserably in the pole toppling event, since we didn't have much team work. All other events were futile: we had no such thing as athletic talent.

"Stupid cake!" I yelled what had been on my mind all day, with tears streaming down my face. Then I buried my head into my sleeve and continued letting the waterfall pour out.

A gentle hand stroked my hair. I didn't want to look up, so I merely just let the hand comfort me.

"You know," a deep lazy voice said. "We lost the basketball match too."

I shuddered when I realised it was him. Just when I thought it'd be Yachi or someone else, but no, it was him.

"Good for you. Now you also have to eat from the loser cake."

"I intended to eat it since the beginning."

"You knew you were going to lose?" My muffled voice sounded strange in my ears.

"Well, duh. Our class sucks when it comes to sports."

I took my hand out to swat his hand from my hair, but I kept my head burrowed deep in my sleeve.

"What did Yachi tell you?" I was curious if it went well or not.

"She confessed." He said plainly.

I almost spit out my saliva. He said it so simply.

"Oh." I rubbed my eyes to rid them from tears, but they just kept coming.

"I said that I didn't see her as a girlfriend. Something like that..." I felt a little bit of relief then a pang of guilt for thinking about that. God, Y/n, you're her friend, you should defend her, and convince him!

"But she's girlfriend material." I hope that was enough to convince him.

"You think?" He asked, puzzled. Damn, he's so oblivious to these kind of things.

"Can I ask something?" I tried to change the subject.

He nodded, and wiped his neck with a towel.

"How do you not cry when you lose in volleyball?"

He shook his head.

"You're still worried about that?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm still crying right now." I sniffled.

He rubbed my back to comfort me, I accepted the gesture gratefully and didn't complain.

"Eh. Doesn't happen to me."

"Oh." Thinking of crying and Tsukishitma just didn't stick. I mean, how can you think of an intimidating giant crying. Maybe the BFG, but he wasn't salty like him.