UNCUTE . tsukishima kei [✓]

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎 : 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

[ third person ]

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The blond walked through the dark hall quietly. The memories of earlier played through his mind. Yamaguchi yelling at him, him joining practice willingly, Suga and Daichi "discreetly" telling him that he should act on his feelings more (with Yumiko), they all left him feeling slightly disconcerted. Part of him wanted to understand why he felt this way. The other part of him just wanted to forget everything.

"Tsukishima!" Yumiko's soft voice echoed in the hall, followed by her light, quick footsteps. "What are you doing out late again?"

"Why is that any of your business?" He rose an eyebrow, coming to a stop to allow her to catch up. His eyes flitted down to her hands, noticing the small box in her hand. Regardless of his raging curiosity that clawed at his throat, he chose not to question what the box was.

She flashed a grin, "Because I'm hall monitor."

When she saw the flat expression on his face, she whined, "It was a freaking joke. Damn."

"Lame." Drawled out with amusement. The small smile that tugged at his lips made Yumiko's eyes mildly widen. "Shouldn't children be sleeping already?"

"I'm older than you, you twat." Yumiko spluttered angrily, huffing out a sigh.

"You sure don't look like it." This comment earned him a rough jab to the ribs in return. "Jeez."

After a moment silence, Yumiko glanced around suspiciously, scuttling towards the blond who held back the urge to back up. "I'll let you see what I got because I know you're not the type to take a lot."

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The female opened the small box, presenting it to the blond whose eyebrows jumped in surprise. The sweet scent wafted towards him, filling his nostrils with that familiar confectionary aroma that he had grown to like.

"What is that?" Tsukishima questioned, adjusting his glasses to take a closer look at the sweets in the box she held.

She pursed her lips sassily, "Macarons. I made them in the school's culinary class. It was for the coaches but they saved some for me." Explained the girl who pointed at the pink one. "That's strawberry. Want it?"

His eyes widened.

"Why are you so surprised?" She chuckled, gently picking up the macaron and placing it in his hand. "My hands are clean, by the way."

Tsukishima inspected the delectable pastry with hungry eyes, turning his hand to find the best spot to bite from. When he found it, he hesitantly bit into the small macaron, closing his eyes in delight. This is so good.

"This is so good." Yumiko mused cheekily. "That's what you just thought, huh? Don't even lie because your expression said it all."

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

Shifting her lips to one side, she narrowed her eyebrows at him, eyebrows sewing together. "I've been wondering. You seem less mean these days. Are you sure you're not sick?"

When his expression went flat, she immediately held up her hands. "Hey. Don't squish my face."

"I won't. And I'm not sick."