I can't even face myself anymore. I feel empty. I lost my best and only friend when I would have hated it most. I can't even cry right now. It's not helping that I continue to have nightmares as well. Hah. A stingy high schooler like me getting frightened because of a figment from my imagination. How low I have tread.
Tadashi... I miss him.
I stepped off my bed and looked into my mirror. God I look horrible right now. Puffy eyelids, red cheeks. Hell, I don't look like myself. It reminds me of the face my brother puts on.
Pathetic.
That word rings in my ears for a long time. "Pathetic." I really am. I realize that one of the people that supported me for a long time just up and vanished. Giving me no time to think or mourn. My black suit lies in my closet without a purpose.
I hear a knock. Who could that be? I get up and rubbed my eyes still in a pathetic state. I crack open the door. Why, it was the little orange haired brat.
"What are you doing here." I say as I cover my face.
"You suddenly ran off! I didn't see you after lunch. I was worried you know?" Hinata said in an extremely quick tone.
"I don't care. Not my fault you don't have the same classes as me, short stick." I said, obviously pissed.
I decided to invite him inside. I couldn't just let bugs fly into my house while the door was open.
"You didn't even show up for practice! Worse yet, you never notified us of your absence. We were seriously worried for you!"
"Yeah, right. If you guys were so worried, you would have at least tried to call me."
"We did! We did! You never answered!!"
I completely forgot that I didn't charge it.
"Ah. You might be right. I forgot to charge it. Sorry." I move my hand from my face and stared at Hinata.
"Tsukishima are you alright?! Why are you so red? Do you have a fever?? Tsukishima, take this Thursday off and stay in bed alright? You know... I care for you." Hinata hollered saying the last part quite quiet.
I was alarmed. He cared for me?
Why does he care? This was none of his business. He didn't even know what was happening inside my head, and here he is, saying he cares? He's just like a Yamaguchi 2.0.
I wanted to confirm Hinata's statement. Did he actually care?
No. I couldn't bring myself to ask such an embarrassing question. Of course Hinata didn't care. I'm just one of his classmates. One that he could rely on to help him study. Just a teammate. Nothing more. Not a friend. Not a lover.
"Tsukki?" Hinata squeaked.
"DON'T CALL ME TSUKKI!" I yelled after recalling the name that Yamaguchi spoke to me. That was my special nickname that only special people can mutter.
A small silence passed, then Hinata ran out the door.
No, come back. I don't want to be alone again.
I ran out of my house in my dinosaur pajamas and looked at my surroundings. Hinata was nowhere to be found. He couldn't have run far. The streets were wide and open, so if he ran out there, he would certainly be seen by me.
Then I saw it. Hinata's hands behind our tree. I walked over there to take a peek at him.
"Tsukishima?" Hinata asked, startled.
"Call me Kei."
Hinata smiled at me, almost getting close enough to embrace me.
I backed off and extended my arm out to help him up.
We then walked back into the house, drowning ourselves in meaningless conversation.
"Kei~ Kei~ Kei~" Hinata hummed repeatedly.
This was a mistake. I sighed. "You're skipping school."
"So are you."
"I'm sick, so I have a reason. What about you?"
"Ermm... They told me to check up on you to assure them that you weren't dead!"
"Lies." I snorted.
Hinata pouted and I patted his head, maybe he wasn't as bad as I thought.
I felt a smile push at my face so I turned away. I then realized that Hinata had done a lot more for me than I thought. I should repay the favor by treating him to a meal.
"Would you like to come to dinner tonight?"
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TsukiHina: My Enemy Is My Lover //DISCONTINUED//
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