Tomorrow [Tsukishima Kei x Reader]

04

Tsukishima Kei POV

[Surname] really meant what she said about wanting to get close to Yamaguchi. Her efforts were really noticeable but they mostly seemed friendly. Recently, she's been joining us during lunch. It wasn't really something questionable since we were classmates. It was just sudden.

Honestly, from seeing how they interact with each other, I think she could get closer to him without any assistance from me. She, however, kept on insisting she needed my help.

"Wait, sorry. I forgot one of our senseis told me to pass by during lunchtime," Yamaguchi said.

He stood up and fixed his bento before leaving the room. [Surname] looked at him but her stare didn't linger. She looked away and continued eating as soon as he was out of sight.

"Tsukki," she said, still looking down.

"What do you need?" I asked.

"I don't think I actually know a lot about him."

"Yamaguchi?"

"Yeah," she said as she poked the remaining rice in her bento.

"Then why don't you ask him?" I said.

"I-I can't do that! All I can manage are greetings and asking about the day."

I rolled my eyes at her. She was loud. She was annoying. She was incredibly persistent. And yet she can't start a conversation to learn more about the one she likes.

"Can you just tell me?" she asked.

"Tell you what?" I asked back.

"Things about him."

"Like?"

"Favorite food?" she suggested.

"French fries."

[Surname] started giggling when she heard what I said. I raised my eyebrow at her. I wanted to ask why she kept laughing but seeing how she hasn't stopped laughing, I doubted she'd be able to answer me. When she saw me, she started laughing again.

"S-Sorry," she said once she finished laughing. "It's just that when you said he liked french fries, I couldn't help but think how you're like a french fry."

"What?"

"One, you're blond. A french fry is often in this golden color. Also, you're really salty like a french fry."

I clicked my tongue as I rolled my eyes at her. Here it was again, her annoyingness. I preferred when she was eating or when her attention wasn't on me.

"Alright, I'm done laughing," she said. "So what kind of french fry does he like?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like how does he like his french fries?" she said. "Does he like them as salty as you?"

"Thank kami you're not a flavor for french fries. If you were, you'd be really bland because your insults are weak."