UNCUTE . tsukishima kei [✓]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 : 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

[ third person ]

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Class had just ended and students were beginning to head off to club activities. Yumiko was currently in a small predicament with a friend who wasn't letting her go until she tried spicy chicken.

"Leave me alone!" Yumiko cried out, being chased by a classmate of hers who held a piece of spicy chicken. "I don't wanna eat it!"

"Don't be a big baby! Hurry up!" The female shouted, trying to catch the girl who weaved through the crowds with ease. "Kurosaki-san! Be carefu-"

Once she got outside the building, Yumiko bumped into someone's back, bouncing off of them like she was nothing. She stumbled a bit before stabilizing herself. Rubbing her nose, she looked up and met the honey colored eyes of the boy from yesterday. "It's you. Again."

"Tsukishima Kei." He corrected, scowling down at the female whose expression went flat. "Watch where you're going. Mushrooms like you will get stepped on if you don't look at your surroundings."

"Bruh, I'm not even that short." Yumiko said, lifting a hand to measure herself up to Tsukishima. She was barely up to his shoulders, which meant that she was looking at him face-to-chest.

"Yeah, whatever, midget." Tsukishima quieted down when he saw Tanaka walking over to the gym door with the intention to talk to Yumiko.

"Yumi!" Tanaka greeted, throwing his arm around her shoulders. "Noya-san came back."

Yumiko gasped, "Foreal?"

As if on cue, Nishinoya came running out of the building with a piece of spicy chicken between his lips. "Yo! I just snatched this chicken off some girl's chopsticks!"

"Yuu! We can finally start the tradition again!" The female announced, completely disregarding what Nishinoya said. This tradition caught the attention of the first years who had showed up just now.

"Ooo, I've been kinda missing those days. Are you actually restarting it now?" Suga asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile. He walked over, greeting everyone with a bow. Yumiko nodded, a lopsided grin on her lips.

"Yerp! My mom is over the incident, so we start again." The mention of the incident made all the upperclassmen shift awkwardly. "Anyways, give me your numbers now." She paused, beaming sheepishly, "If it's okay for me to have your numbers."

"Okayy!"

Once she had gotten most of the first years' numbers, she turned to Tsukishima who hadn't pulled out his phone. "Hello."

"No." Tsukishima muttered, shaking his head curtly at the female whose jaw dropped.

"What? Why not? Everyone else traded."

"So?" He quirked a brow, genuinely not interested in swapping numbers with anyone else. "You don't need my number."

She pulled a face, "Um, yes, I do."

"No."

"Yes."

"This is dumb. I'm not gonna argue with you."

"Then give me your fucking number, bruh!"

"No."