Countdown ~TsukiHina~

~327~

~Tsukishima~

"Stingyshima! Give it back!" I watch the ginger boy jump around beneath me. It brings a smile to my face, seeing him so helpless like this. I don't understand why he's so bothered though. He flubbed the receive and the ball came my way so ,naturally, I have to keep the poor thing safe from his overall shitty volleyball skills.

I snigger at him. "Or what? What are you going to do about it, shorty." I don't know why I enjoy teasing him like this. It's just in my nature I suppose. I'm not a horrible person, I swear, he's just a fun person to piss off.

"Come on! Give it back already!" He jumps higher this time, still unable to reach. It doesn't matter how high the freak jumps, he's not getting this back anytime soon. "I don't understand what you're getting out of this!" He yells in desperation, making me laugh even more as I watch him flail around.

That's when I noticed it, some black writing on Hinata's wrist. I need to see what it says but the little shit won't stop jumping around. "Hang on a minute." Without thinking, I grab his wrist and try to hold it still so I can read what it says.

I notice Hinata's face go red. Damn, he's pathetic. Can't even handle someone grabbing his wrist. "Hey! Let go of me!" He struggles violently, how pathetic. How many times will I use pathetic to describe him? Who cares? It's the perfect description for Hinata.

"Oh for fucks sake, will you stay still?" I hiss, gripping his wrist tighter. I notice him tense up but he finally stays still, thank god. I can finally read that writing. "Oh my god.." It's a number, specifically 327. I nudge Yamaguchi who, as per usual, has been stood beside me the whole time. "Hey, are you seeing this?" I signal towards Hinata's wrist.

He blinks a few times, looking at me with a perplexed face. "Tsukki, what are you talking about? There's nothing there." Bullshit, I saw a number and I know it. How come he can't see it? Can Hinata even see it or am I actually loosing my mind? Only one way to find out.

I drop his wrist and fold my arms, letting the ball fall to the floor. "Hinata, how come you have a number written on your wrist?" Is it Kageyama's number? It's obviously Kageyama's number. Wait, nevermind, it's only three digits long so it can't be a phone number. Honestly Tsukishima, you're an absolute idiot.

"Huh?" He tilts his head sideways a little. "I didn't write anything on my wrist! Look, It's completely blank!" He shows me his wrist again, as if I'm loosing my mind or something.

I shake my head. There is a number, I can see it with my own eyes. "No... there's definitely something there..." The pair just stare at me with a blank expression. What the hell? Are they blind or something? I'm not dealing with this bullshit right now. I simply walk away from them, ignoring Yamaguchi's shouts. Honestly, that boy is so clingy.