I Just Adore You (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Chapter 3: 505

NOTES!!!

*TW: This chapter has depictions about panic attacks and anxiety. If that kind of stuff is triggering, stop reading at "thinking about your 'real dimension'" and continue reading at "Your thoughts". 

I try to keep Tsukishima in character as much as possible but sometimes I like to indulge my own fantasies :) Hope you enjoy!

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Your cheeks turn crimson red, "Really? That's great! At least I'll have a familiar face to see!" You give Tsukishima a wide grin. He looks slightly flustered but whisks his face to the side. He wants to say more but he can only bring out a quiet, "Yeah".

Behind the facade of a composed exterior, you're panicking, Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod it's happening it's happening. Tsukishima and I are in the same class? It's like I'm in some sort of shoujo manga!

However, you quickly stop your thoughts and pretend as if you have no idea what's in store. Anyways, there's no telling how this reality will play out. It already strayed away from our ideal meeting, so it looks like the universe is going to work its part. For now, I'm just going to try to be friends with Tsukishima since he's the only person I actually know right now. Play it safe. You begin to stray away from Tsukishima in order to avoid looking clingy. You walk a few steps ahead until you realize you have no idea how the layout of the school works. You take a few steps back, survey the scene, walk a few steps forward, leftwards, right, and repeat this cycle a few times until you hear a small "Pffft" from behind you. Your face immediately flushes to a bright, almost Barbie pink and you hesitantly turn your head to notice the 6'2 string bean behind you.

"Ts-Tsukishima-san, h-have you been behind me this whole time?" you sheepishly ask.

"You look like a lost puppy, it's almost pathetic." He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, um...Sorry! I'll try harder next time!" You quickly bow in front of him and have a newfound sense of enthusiasm you didn't realize you have. What am I doing? You think to yourself, is this instinctive?

Tsukishima looks slightly confused but starts chuckling. "You really are weird you know?" Although the word "weird" definitely stings, there is no malice behind it.

You sarcastically reply, "Thanks for sugarcoating." You realize how strange you've both been acting. It's as if those initial defensive barriers slowly lowered themselves down; however, you realize you have quite a long way to go if you want to break down Tsukishima Kei.

"You know, I can take you to class since we're in the same class anyways." He quietly remarks.

"Really? Thank you so much!" You beam back with a genuine smile. His eyes shift to the corner back and forth; he's unsure as to why your smile always startles him.

"Yeah, no problem."

The two of you walk to class together. You survey the corridors and notice some familiar faces from your television screen back in your real dimension. You stop dead in your tracks thinking about your "real dimension", My real dimension, huh? You feel as if a heavy rock just plopped in your stomach. How am I supposed to get out of here? What if I don't want to go back? What about mom and dad? My real life? Your head spirals into a myriad of thoughts about your actual life back home and you stop walking. Your chest feels tight as the palpitations in your heart run wild. Tears well at the corner of your eyes once you realize the gravity of the situation you are in. This isn't some mere dream. All of your senses are alive, sensitive, and real. Just the thought of this causes you to crouch in the middle of the hallways and hold your hands up to your ears. You try to stop the overwhelming amount of thoughts in your head right now but all attempts are futile. The people around you are staring and you're wholeheartedly embarrassed. It's your first day of school and you've already caused a scene in front of dozens of schoolchildren. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Yanase and her crew scoff at you. As tears well in your eyes your vision blurs and your knees hit the cold, tile floor. The whispers, the laughs, the piercing stares are overwhelming. You're frustrated, lost, confused. What did I ever do to get them to already dislike me? Why am I so stupid? I made a mistake by shifting. I shouldn't have done this. Please make it stop. Make it stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. What if I'm trapped here forever, what if-