||TsukkiYama||Sing For Me||Wattys 2020||

|50|

The following day is filled with nothing but nerves. I wake up earlier than normal, stand in front of my closet for an hour, don't get any breakfast down my throat, and can't wait for school to start, just so it can end.

Despite that, I am running towards class, entering just a few seconds before the bell rings. I took a bit too long trying to fix my hair, but even so, it is still a bit of a mess.

I don't even have time to unpack my bag, as the teacher's already starting. I put all my effort in focusing, trying not to think about the date I have this afternoon.

Now that I have decided that I can go after his heart again, everything has become much worse. It is as if there had been a limiter on my feelings before, now removed, making everything more intense.

This also causes me to be extremely jumpy around him. As soon as the break starts, he shows up next to me, almost making me jump out of my chair.

'What's up with you?' he says, once again putting his big hand on my small head.

'I can ask the same to you,' I answer, 'you really started to love touching me lately. There is a difference between not minding and this,' I chuckle.

'There's also a difference between being a fan of it and complaining about it all the time,' he responds with his usual frown, taking his hand off.

'That's not what I mean,' I pout, pulling it back.

'Yamachin! Oh, Tsukishima, too! Hey, don't kill him!' A voice that I haven't heard in forever suddenly sounds.

'Oikawa? I haven't talked to you in forever!' I say, now actually jumping up to greet him. Shortly after him follows Iwaizumi, not looking very comfortable, until he spots Tsukishima.

Tsukishima, who had pulled off his hand again as soon as I jumped up, now reaches it out to Iwaizumi. 'Hey.'

Iwaizumi returns it gladly, and they remain in comfortable silence after that.

'Ehh, Iwa-chan, you know Tsukishima?' Oikawa asks, sounding as surprised as I feel.

'We have met eachother a few times before,' Iwaizumi answers, 'he's a good guy. Unlike you,' he glares at Oikawa, 'little princess.'

'That's so mean, Iwa-chan!' Oikawa pouts, 'If you're not careful, I'll switch to Yamachin instead!'

Before realizing his mistake, he receives three glares. 'Ah, no, it was a joke! Iwa-channnn!' Oikawa cries out before disappearing out the door, an angry Iwaizumi dragging him.

I feel kind of sad to see him go, especially since I haven't spoke to him in such a long time, and am in particular curious what happened over the vacation for him to get together with Iwaizumi.

However, I can't think about it for too long, thanks to the ominous aura I feel next to me. A fierce glare on his face, Tsukishima glares at the door.

'You don't like Iwaizumi and Oikawa? I thought they were your friends?' I say in total confusion.

Without responding, he heads back to his chair. Worried, I chase him.

'Tsukki, what's wrong?' I poke his forehead, which is wrinkled up.

'I got a headache. Don't worry, it'll be over soon,' he replies.

Though I want to worry, the teacher disagrees, as they start the lesson again. I keep stealing glances at him, sometimes finding that he returns them, then quickly look away again. His frown seems to have disappeared. I hope he's feeling fine, then.

At 4 o'clock, we are finally freed from the torture called school. 'Do you want to get there first, or do you want to wait?' Tsukishima asks me as soon as the bell rings.