The Asshole from the Block (Tsukishima x Reader)

十五（二）

"Tsu—" I started, trying to call him back. I stopped in mid-sentence; he was already out the door. I turned my back to apologise to Akiteru, but he didn't hear me. He was too engrossed with the hateful words he let escape. I felt like a dick, yes, a dick for having ruined this peaceful atmosphere. For having split an already torn brotherhood into millions of pieces. For having caused so much pain on both sides.

"Ms. Tsukishima, Akiteru, I apologise deeply for what I have done." I bowed, almost touching the floor. "I will clear this all up. Until then, I will never enter this house uninvited."

I picked up my phone and jacket, crept out with my head lowered, and slipped out the front door, ready to avoid Tsukishima at all costs.

But there he was, sitting on the porch, staring up at the sky. Although his head was laid back as if he was relaxing, I could see his hands clenching in frustration.

Should I talk to him?

It dawned to me that the least I could do, to help the current situation was to apologize to him. I took a deep, trembling breath, and talked to the manly back facing me.

"Tsukishima, I'm sorry." I sat down behind him and stared at the back of his shirt. He was wearing a white shirt with two light green stripes in the middle; one stripe was way thicker than the other one.

He wasn't replying, and I saw his hands clenching harder, probably enough to leave red nail marks in his palms.

"Tsukishima, I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry for being reckless, selfish and inconsiderate."

He still wasn't replying. I lifted my hand from the ground and placed it on his back slowly and traced the stripes.

"Kei, talk to me." I pleaded quietly. But his hand clenched even tighter than before, to the point that blood could ooze out at any minute.

Seeing as a cat seemed to have stolen his tongue, I traced the words 'I love you' on his back with my finger, half hoping that he'd get it and talk to me, half hoping that he didn't witness my second confession.

"I-b-v-e-v-o-w?" He asked with a low, husky and crackling voice, like as if he just woke up or if he just finished crying.

I hastily drew back my finger and blushed. "N-no."

Then I took back the control I suddenly lost after he had spoken and turned around to lay my back on his back. His back was comfortable. His hand seemed to loosen a little from its old position, and without quite thinking, I put my hand on his hand to give him a little comfort.

He seemed to relax, and I secretly smiled, satisfied.

"You know, Akiteru doesn't mean it, right? He was getting heated up and he said things which weren't true."

At the mention of his brother, his back muscles seemed to tense a little. He didn't want to talk about him.

I squeezed his hand, and spoke with the softest voice I had. "Tsukishima, I'm sorry. I won't bring him up... I'm going to make myself clear."

I tipped my head back like that I was resting my head against his.

"I didn't know I was that easy to read. Did I really look like I wanted you and Yachi to date?"

"Yeah, you did." He muttered.

"Well, now, I'm going to say, that yes, I do want you two to date, but I never thought that it was going to happen. Like when you ship Levicest but you know it's impossible. Or Kargisa, or Jerza, or... Or Bokuaka. I mean, sure, they're my friends, but I still ship them—"