One Sided Love || Yamaguchi Angst

Chapter 17

~Third Person~

Yamaguchi & Tsukishima got ready & headed to school, saying goodbye to Tsukishima's mom as they head out.

The walk was silent due to the fact that Tsukishima was on his phone because he was looking at the site that knew what Hanahaki was.

They arrived at their class & sat down in their seats, by this time Tsukishima obviously finished the article on the site explaining Hanahaki & needed to confront Yamaguchi about it. But he faced an obstacle.

~Tsukishima POV~

"I need to confront him & convince him to get the surgery! but... Maybe, just maybe I'm his crush? No. I doubt it. I'm too much of a salty bitch for him to like me..."

Class ended & I didn't even notice because I was to deep in thought. I didnt even hear Yams calling my name as he was right in front of me!

~Third Person~

"Tsuki! Tsuki? Tsuki! Wow maybe you need to get your hearing checked." Yams pouted.

Tsukishima snapped out his trance "No I don't. I just was thinking about the work."

"Really? I don't believe that Tsuki." Yams replied with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Well, I'm not asking you to believe it." Tsukishima sighed & stood up. "Are we going to eat lunch now?"

Yamaguchi blinked twice forgetting they now had lunch "Oh- right! Yeah! Hahaha"

"You forgot didn't you?" Tsuki replied.

Yamaguchi nodded which made Tsukishima chuckle a bit.

"Let's go." And with that they made their way to the roof with the bento boxes Tsukishima's mother made for them.

As they sat down, Tsukishima quickly texted Hinata 3 words & averted his attention back to his friend & the bento.

~Hinata POV~

It's lunch now & I'm outside playing with a volleyball when I get a notification. "Tsukishima? What does that salt shaker want-" I could feel my legs trembling, not sure if it was from fear or the fact that I needed to use the restroom.

I fumbled my phone but safely caught it & reread the message. Yep, it was from fear.

But I still needed to use the bathroom so I bolted to the bathroom, putting my phone in my pocket.

The Message:

Salt shaker: I want answers