"Are you serious... It worked?" You're absolutely shocked and simultaneously terrified. Although your visualizations felt real, a part of you thought that it was a whole load of bullshit at the end of the day. You realize, "Wait, were those heat flashes and memories actually me just shifting?" You don't have time to dwell on the situation because you just made another realization: You can SEE? Your vision has been horrible for the past 10 years and you have been wearing thick glasses every single day. You alarmingly touch your face only to realize your vision is perfect. "Now that I think about it, perfect vision was one of the things I scripted." While looking around your new Desired room, you hear a knock on the door.
"Y/N, you're going to be late for your first day of school!" Your mother said. You hadn't changed your parents in your desired reality quite frankly because you can't imagine yourself without them. You did however desire them to be much more lenient and kinder to avoid stress.
"Yeah uh...alright. Wh-What's the school name again?" You sheepishly spoke.
"Forgotten already? It's been a few weeks since we moved!" she chuckled, "Karasuno High School. I got our next door neighbor to walk you there. He attends Karasuno as well, and he's in the same grade."
Your eyes widen. A first year like me? A guy too? Don't tell me...
The doorbell rings.
Your mother opens the door to a tall, lanky blond. He has a plain expression on his face but his eyebrow raises when he notices you. Your deep (e/c) eyes widen in shock. No, this can't be. Wait wait wait wait wait. I didn't desire our relationship to start like this. It started off when I became the manager of the volleyball team. Why is THE Tsukishima Kei at my doorstep???
You greet him with an honest but apprehensive smile. His face looks completely neutral and he simply nods back. Your heart sinks a little watching how utterly uninterested he looks, as if he has an obligation to be at your doorstep. You quickly shake your head as you finally hear your mother say something,
"Y/N, meet Kei-kun! He lives next door and he and his mother were kind enough to introduce themselves to us last night while you were resting. He'll be walking you to school for the next few days so you don't get lost."
"Oh...really?" You stutter, "That's g-great. Uh, hi..." you pause, pretending as if you don't already know his surname
"Tsukishima." He responds blankly.
"Ah, right, right. Thank you Tsukishima-san."
He doesn't respond. "Uh, w-well, anyways we'll be heading out mom!" you turn your head as you quickly pace out the door. You don't eat breakfast in fear you're going to spew everything up. You notice he's speaking Japanese but for some odd reason everything comes back to you in perfect English. You speak English to him but you assume it's coming back to him in Japanese. You're reluctant to speak too much in fear you might annoy him. It feels borderline creepy knowing almost everything about him because -obviously- he is blissfully unknowing of you.
"So, uh, how is Karasuno?" You sheepishly ask, hoping to start some conversation. There is an uncomfortably large distance between you two, partially to avoid any misconceptions or dating rumors among peers. Not to mention it's slightly strange walking to school with somebody you just met five minutes ago.
"It's fine. Nothing special." He curtly replies. He looks terribly bored and you can't help but think you're burdening him. He didn't have to do this. He looks at you and opens his mouth but quickly closes it, as if he's holding something back.
"What's wrong, Tsukishima-san?" You question.
He swallows before he looks straight ahead and says, "I hope you don't get the wrong idea from this (L/N)-san. My mom just wanted me to be polite to our new neighbors. Quite frankly, I would not do this if I wasn't forced to."
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I Just Adore You (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)
FanficYou often struggled with love. You had to keep up with the multiple animes you watched, the fanfictions you read, video games you played, and the multiple boyfriends you had; well, fake, virtual boyfriends that is. One night after scrolling on Tikto...