Options (TsukishimaxReader)

Chp 9

Ryu dragged me all the way home. It was very uncomfortable. It was silent, and the tension coming from him could cut my throat. His grip on my wrist constantly fluctuated from being super tight to loose. 

We got home, and he sat me down on the couch. He knelt in front of me with his hands together. Looking like thoughts were running crazy in his head. 

"What did he do." He finally spoke, breaking the silence in the room. 

"Nothing. He just told me how he felt about me." I wasn't exactly lying, but I didn't think he needed to know exactly what he said. If he did, it would only make him madder. 

He went silent again for some time. I fumbled with the hem of my skirt, tucking it in and out between my fingers.

"Did it have to be him? Some nicer guys are in the club." He mumbled. 

Yes, there were. Much nicer. Like Yamaguchi, Hinata, Sugawara, Ennoshita... Literally anyone else. But there was just something about the way he talks. The way he goes about showing he cares. Just something about him that I can't let go of. 

"Ever since I saw your first game and he played. I wanted to get to know him." I whispered. 

My brother looked away from my gaze and clenched his fist. "That idiot." He breathed out.

"Okay. I have to go back to practice. Get some rest. I'll bring you some snacks on my way back." He closed his eyes and threw his head back briefly. He gently patted my head before standing back up and leaving.

I threw myself back on the couch, letting the last few tears fall down my face.

My arm covered my eyes and dangled right off the couch. I felt so tired. The running, the emotions I had. A brief image of the blood dropping on the floor flashed into my mind. 

I wonder if his hand is okay. He's a middle blocker. All the pressure needs to be in hand or fingertips. His hand would be so damaged if he tried practicing now.

I turned to face plant into the couch. This is so stupid. Four eyes broke my heart, and I'm still worried about him. He looked so sad when we left, though. What if he wanted to apologize. 

I'd pretend not to accept it right away, just to hear him saying it over and over again. But as soon as he apologized, I knew I'd be head over heels again. 

I want to check up on him. It will give him a chance to talk and let me see him. That should be okay. 

I bolted out of the house and ran to the gym.

It was a pointless act. I really like him. I'm completely stuck on him. Even though he doesn't feel the same, I can't just let him be alone right now. I want to be there for him, even if he never is. I'm willing to make myself okay with that. 

How dumb is that?

I finally reached the gym, and I slid the door open. All eyes averted to me. My brother peered his eyes at me and looked down at the ground. 

"Where's Tsukishima." I demanded.

"He didn't come to practice." Yamaguchi said.

"Why are you looking for him. Y/N, just go home." Everyone locked eyes at my brother, who was staring directly into the floor. Grasping the volleyball in his hands with all his force. 

"Do you know where he is, Yamaguchi?" I felt rude, but I need my questions answered. 

"Check the roof of that abandoned building the next street over. That's kinda his spot." He whispered. I nodded. "Thank you."

"Y/N!" My brother screamed my name. It echoed throughout the gym. Shooting chills into everyone spins. "Tanaka." Sugawara inched closer to him. 

"He hurt you. Why do you care where he is." He spat out. The volleyball he was holding was starting to change shape from his grasp.

I didn't know how to answer him, so I didn't. I ran from the gym, hearing an echo of a volleyball meeting one's hand. 

I reach the top of the building with my lungs twisting and turning inside me. I saw the silhouette of someone sitting right on edge. 

I rested my hands on my knees. I began to cough, causing the person to turn around in response. 

A stinging was pounding at my lungs and throat. The burning sensation started from my stomach and crawled its way up my throat. I cough in response. 

Terrified at the sight, I fell backward. 

Tiny red rose petals had fallen out of my mouth and onto the rusted steel below me.

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author here - damn i really said "CLICHE" and said let's make y/n die of a disease LMAO my bad homies. but whats a book without a plot hehe

bye bye:)