You're A Cnut | Tsukishima x Reader

20 & I Got Tagged pt 2!

Ok lol it unpublished itself so lets try again!!!!

i know i said id update the other day but i was sick everywhere ahah, im still fucking ill as shit but i felt really bad so have this rushed and probably bad chapter

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You arrived at the school gates just before quarter to eight. Tsukishima was still yet to arrive so you leaned against the wall and closed your eyes, letting your music drown out the world around you. You were at peace at the moment, the wind was slow yet biting, turning the tips of your fingers and the rise of your cheeks slightly pink. A smile dared to grace your lips as your favourite song assaulted your ears in the most inviting way. You had almost forgotten why you were even stood at the gates until your earphones were pulled out, your music now becoming white noise in the bustle of society as you stared into the perpetrators eyes.

"Hi." you breathed out, fumbling with your phone and earphones to shut your music off and put everything away. You looked at him, only to find him watching your every move with such an intensity that it startled you slightly. With an inhale, you spoke again, this time with more firmness and volume. "So, what did you want to say?" you asked. 

He blinked at you before frowning slightly, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. "Do not cut me off, hear me out until the end, I don't want to have to put up with your bitching." he told you, his oh-so-famous frown on his face.

"Right, whatever." you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and tapping your foot impatiently.

"Sorry," he started, causing you to be taken aback slightly. "I don't like you." he stated rather bluntly. You were about to give him an earful when you remembered what he said, so you decided to keep your mouth shut and actually hear him out. "I find you annoying. You're bitchy and hot headed, you're irrational and clumsy, you keep getting on my nerves. You irritate me beyond belief. You're rude to me, and how kind you are to other people is sickening. You make me feel weird around you. I mess up around you and I hate it but at the same time I don't. I enjoy your company, you actually make my life fun. It's shitty and I hate the feeling of someone, let alone you, being the reason I find some joy in life. Why does it have to be you? Do I want it to be anyone else? No, of course I fucking don't because you make me, I-I dunno, happy? You make me happy and it annoys me. I like you. I-I've liked you for a long time. I think. I don't know.

You make me forget stuff and you scramble my thoughts. You're irritatingly perfect for me it's so dumb. I hate it when you're around other guys, I hate it when they make you l-laugh or, uh, s-smile. I want it to be m-me, not them. I don't like the way you make me feel." he said. It was quick, rushed, and he tripped over his own words a lot. You could sense his frustration by how his eyes moved and how much he frowned and his balled up fists. He was pacing and avoiding eye contact. His face was flushed, as was your own. He took a deep breath before continuing.

"I don't like how much I want to touch your hair, I fucking despise how much I enjoy looking into your eyes. They're such...such a n-nice shade of (e/c). I just, you...you're good at everything." he admitted. He took a few deep breaths before taking a step towards you, you didn't dare to move away, you were too caught up processing everything he had said to you.

Now staring into your eyes, he took one final brave breath before ending his word vomit. "I don't like you, (f/n) (l/n). I...I...I a-adore y-you."

For a few moments all you could do was blink. You'd be lying if you said your eye's weren't slightly wet with the threat of tears, what he had said was sweet, in a round-about way. Staring up at him you noticed how he was now looking anywhere but you. Frowning slightly, you reached up and ghosted your fingers over his cheek ever so slightly. He flinched a little but still avoided looking at you in the eye so you let your hand trail to his chin, where you gentley jerked his head to make him look at you.