SHE'S STILL HIS STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ☾☾ [TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER]

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮 ❧ 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑.
- 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐋

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[THIRD POV]

ȯ MAY
╚» AUSTRALIA 

"Great job guys," (Y/N) smiled, sitting on top of her desk, "You completed the rest of the year with flying colors. Congratulations."

Class one, overall, went from F's and D's to A's and B's.

Class two, overall, went from 0's to a whopping average of 89%. 

They had improved immensely, and the school was more than proud.

"Today is my last day at Brisbrowe high," (Y/N) announced sadly, some of the students frowning at them, "After today, I will be starting to pack for my home country, Japan."

Some of the students started to cry; they didn't want (Y/N) to leave. They loved her so much, she was not only a teacher, but like an older sister to them.

"Before I leave, I just want to say thank you," she smiled, "Thank you for being my first ever class to teach; thank you for taking care of me and allowing me to take care of you guys."

"Thank you... for letting me be your literature teacher," she said, "I could not have been any happier."

The bell rings, and the students of class one bid their last farewell to (Y/N), hugging her and giving them the handmade cards of appreciation to her. 

Afterwards, (Y/N) grabbed her bento box, and made her way to the teacher's lounge to have her last lunch with Stella.

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

╚» MIYAGI 

"Fucking hell," Kei groaned, "Still no lead?"

"I'm trying I'm trying," Asami said, "Don't rush me."

Another month passed, another letter delivered, and another day where Kei couldn't pinpoint who this bastard was. 

Each one of his friends tried his hardest to help him, but after a month, no clues. Nothing. 

Whoever the person was, they were slowly turning Kei insane. 

The texts have stopped ever since their talk at the restaurant, which made Kei worry. Did they bluff? Did they stop? What were they doing?

That didn't matter much to Kei, what mattered was that his girlfriend was arriving in Japan next month. He didn't know exactly when, but he needed to be prepared.

"This is useless," Kei said, groaning, "There's no point, we just have to wait until they make their move."

Everyone couldn't help but silently agree. Weeks have gone by, and they haven't found a single thing that could lead to whoever was texting Kei.