The Asshole from the Block (Tsukishima x Reader)

十八

Can we just pause all of this for a second?

I sighed heavily as I stared out the glass pane and laid my eyes on the stage. I didn't even know if I was suppose to laugh, to cry or to cringe.

I massaged my temples in circular motions. This day was like a mess after a mess after a mess. I just couldn't fully grasp the situation at hand.

First of all, there was him to worry about. Technically, he was cheating on her with me.

Second of all, how did this piece get approved by the headmaster? I looked at the stage. Nishinoya was dressed as a faun (he'd make any furry proud), and pranced around pretending to be aloof, or in his case, a-hoof.

I switched on the speakers and played Kageyama's recording.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die..." His icy voice rang on the large speakers in the audience.

I faded in the sound of birds chirping and the rustling of the leaves in the forest.

"But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go." He continued, his voice as emotionless as Kristen Stewart.

I put the recording of a snapped branch, and with that, Nishinoya aka the faun, scuttled away on all fours, as if being chased by an invisible beast.

Blackout.

Lights on again, all sound effects muted.

This time, Kagz stood on the stage, wearing a dark cloth that wrapped around him like a shroud of death. I face palmed. This was the thing. The whole play was lacking coherence. He was supposed to dress like Bella. AND WHAT WAS WITH THIS CASTING?! Did they really need someone to play the faun? Was Kagz fit to be the main character? His head's filled with volleyball, volleyball, and volleyball, and volleyball and volleyball, Oikawa Tōru, and volleyball, and volleyball and Hinata and volleyball, and guess what, more volleyball. Yeah, you get my point.

I kept ranting in my head until I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to take a breather.

Too much. I couldn't

I called my classmate, "Hey, I need an assistant." I spoke into the built-in microphone of my headset.

Automatically, the same female voice who tried to chase me off my current post at the start of the show replied. "Yeah, hang on."

I eagerly waited for her to arrive to the tech room, like that I could finally take a break from this crazy show.

"Sorry, Y/n-san, no one's available at the moment."

"What? Why?"

"Someone wanted to—" the reply came with a muffled cry and some static.

"Where's the salt?" I whispered under my breath with vague awareness. There could be a demon, or a vengeful spirit, or...

"Sorry. I dropped my headset. Did you say anything?"

"Nope. You were saying someone wanted to..."

"Um... it was nothing. Just some extras that would be added at the end."

"WHAT? Isn't this enough? There's already so much shit happening!"

"Don't worry, I'll let someone take over your post at the end so you can take a seat in the audience."

"Hmmm..." I squinted my eyes and furrowed my brows. This was fishy. "Okay."

And without letting me find this any fishier, she continued the stage directing.
"Next scene coming up in 5,4–"