TsukiHina: My Enemy Is My Lover //DISCONTINUED//

Chapter One.

Don't worry. This isn't TsukkiYama.
I might have wanted to make this because of a kik chat or anything.
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Tsukki's POV

It was a regular school day at Karasuno High. Did you think that that would be true?

Yamaguchi has been missing for 3 days. I'm, pretty sure it is because of him. The disturbance of my life. The prick in my ass. I hate him.
One year ago he stole him away from me, my best friend, Yamaguchi Tadashi. Now one week later... He dumped him like Iwaizumi kicking Trashykawa to the ground. I was there. He didn't even hesitate.

His name... Was Hinata Shoyo.

I got out of my house walking towards school. When I sat down in class. That. Person. Had. To. Sit. There. His eyes resembled no sorrow to be felt. He has to experience tragedy. That brings me to another thought, why was he born in the first place? To annoy people? To break them? That fucking oranged hair brat. I can't help but tsk whenever I have the thought of him. I even despise the air he breathes.

He sat down next to me. Giving side glances every so and then. He was too damn energetic. It's like he drains the life out of you, and then he uses it as his own. Disgusting.

After class. I stood and left quickly, but he was there in front of me like magic. Surely he has better things to do rather than annoy me? I have things to do, and I'm pretty sure that Hinata was not on my agenda.

"Hey Tsukishima... Do you hate me?" The shrimp asked.

"No." I say bluntly.

" Good beca-" Hinata said while he was cut off.

"I despise you with my every being, it makes me want to rip you to shreds." I yell.

Everyone turned to look at us. Sugawara walked towards us and told us to resolve the fight. Sometimes, I feel like he's my actual mom. He was more of a mom than my actual mom anyway.

As I went off to my next class. Hinata walked to another class. Thank the lord I didn't have his class.  Ah, the seat next to me was empty. I was empty. The warmth that used to be there. Wait. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking this. I hate him. I should be gagging right now...

Then I recalled his face after I yelled at him. They were full of sorrow. He almost cried. I'm pretty sure it was an act. All of it. He mumbled something but I couldn't hear it. It had the word "I" and "You" in it. He must hate me too. At least that way, I don't have to feel guilty.

Class ended and I was here alone. I checked Wattpad and I saw a new post from SunShine, my favorite author.

He wrote angst that even makes me cry. He wrote that he will have a new story soon about a romantic angst, but he needs a collaborator since he doesn't really go in the romance realm. Maybe I'd be a good candidate.

I private messaged him and almost got an immediate response.

To MoonLight

From SunShine

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Hey. I think I would love to collaborate with you, I've actually been a long fan of your works. I've just realized you never had a tragedy romance. ^_^

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To SunShine

From MoonLight

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Really? Can you give me your number?

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To MoonLight

From SunShine

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Sure, my number is (random number)

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I added his number and texted him, surely I'd thought he would have more precautions about this, but I guess not.

Unknown: Hey I gotta go soon SunShine - MoonLight. You can name me Tsuki.

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