Complicated | Kei Tsukishima x Reader.

ღ 1 - prick

You tapped your pencil on your school desk to the rhythm of the clock ticking away.

english.. such a torturous subject. your thoughts began to wander.

A class you couldn't wait to get out of was going awfully slow today.

The sun shone on your face as your teacher began to call out names for project partners, you'd never understood why you couldn't just work independently or with someone of your choice, it always brought you such lack of motivation having to work with people you hardly even knew the names of, in the end they'd more than likely either take over the whole project itself or end up making you do all the work anyway.

'y/n,' your teacher called.

Your attention snapped towards the tall figure after hearing your name.

'and Tsukishima' he finished.

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief,

'glasses guy... you're kidding me.' you sighed

The one person you really didn't want to work with, he was a jerk, a cocky, arrogant, self-absorbed asshole with nothing more than a nice face. From any slight interaction with the blonde from what you can remember is just simply him being the vain prick he is, from him simply just pushing past you intentionally because you didn't move fast enough, to even just calling you an idiot on many occasions for minor accidents, the smallest things, that made your distaste for him grow stronger by the second.

Your head turned to the blonde, you watched as he rolled his eyes and mumbled something to the certain green haired boy he was always accompanied with before grabbing his bag and heading  towards the door, not even a glance was given to you.

'idiot' you mumbled 'i should be the one rolling my eyes, not him' crossing you arms and furrowing your eyebrows for a second or two before you began packing your stuff up as everyone left the classroom, slowly planning how you were going to get your way out of this in your head, before standing up, brushing your skirt down and making your way towards the wooden desk that sat at the front on the classroom.

'y/n?'

'sir.'

'yes-' he hardly finished.

'please you cant make me work with him, i',m begging you to put me with someone else, anyone, literally anyone but him.' The certain speech you had gathered up in your head suddenly slipped out of you mind as you blurted out words, seeking and pleading for some form of sympathy from the teacher sitting in front of you.

'no can do y/n, these are your assigned partners for the rest of the school year' he stated, beginning to pack his own things away, getting ready for his next class,

Your eyes widened, 'the rest of the school year?? but sir you don't understand-' you stated slamming your palms onto his desk with frustrated expression, 'he's a prick!'                 

'y/n i won't stand for that language in my classroom, you're just going to have to get used to him, i'm sure he's not that bad.' your teacher stated as he walked out of the classroom.

'not that bad? you're kidding me.' you rolled your eyes 'how on earth am i even supposed to start a conversation with this boy? never mind begin a project with him' you thought.

You practically stomped your way towards the classroom door, throwing your bag over your shoulder with a pouty expression painted on your face.                                                                             

When suddenly, just your luck,

'a prick huh?' the slender blonde let out, leaning against the wall just beside the door, raising his head slightly.