AMBIVALENCE . tsukishima kei [✓]

𝐂𝐇4 : 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆

* i didn't check for spelling/grammatical errors ;-; *

[ third person ]

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"Is that her?" A male whispered upon entering the library with his bag in hand. His brown eyes fell upon the [h/c] female who sat at one of the large wooden tables in the center of the library. He scanned her back view, trying to figure out if it was actually her before he approached her.

"Yeah, I think so." His friend reassured, gently slapping the male's shoulder. "I'll walk around and check though."

"Doing god's work."

As his friend casually made his way to the other side of the library, his eyes stayed trained on the girl who sat alone at the table. When her face came into view, his friend looked up and gave him a small thumbs up to signal that it was actually her.

"Sweet." The male grinned, fixing the collar of his shirt and running a hand through his hair. Plastering a smile on his face, he sauntered over to the table.

Before he could even get within two feet of her, a book lightly slammed on the table as someone took a seat across from her. The abrupt sound led to her pausing her work, glancing up at the male who sat across from her.

"What the hell are you doing?" [y/n] hissed under her breath upon seeing Tsukishima sit down across from her.

He shrugged, "What do people usually do in a library?"

Her eye twitched with irritation before she scoffed, glancing down at her book to continue working.

Tsukishima's honey eyes flickered away from her face, slowly turning into a subtle glare when he made eye contact with the male who had previously tried to approach [y/n].

"What the hell is his problem?" The male from earlier scoffed, walking off to reunite with his friend.

Tsukishima's eyes shifted back to [y/n]'s face, taking notice of how her expression was now scrunched up, full of distress upon his arrival. He knew he shouldn't have said anything. But that didn't stop him from saying it. "You'll get wrinkles if you're so angry all the time. You better stop before you get ugly."

[y/n]'s movements halted for a second. Her eyes flickered up over at him, boring a hole into him. When the air between them had thickened, she looked up and smiled, "Oh, you should know that firsthand, right?"

"Are you calling me ugly?" He quirked an eyebrow at the girl who shook her head.

"Oh, no! I'm not calling you ugly!" She gasped softly, covering her mouth. "I know you are!"

Tsukishima held his heart with a faux frown, "Ouch. What did I do to deserve such harsh treatment?"

For a moment, her anger spiked. The thought of what truly made her hate him sent her anger levels through the roof. Remembering the event made her clench her teeth, burning a hole into her paper.

Sensing the sudden change in atmosphere, Tsukishima peered over at [y/n] who remained silent. He lightly jumped when a book was placed on the table, followed by two people sitting down next to them.

"Yo." Denji greeted quietly as he sat beside Tsukishima, placing his books down quietly.

"What's up?" A blue-eyed male grinned as he plopped in the seat beside [y/n]. He glanced over at her, almost stuttering when he saw her pretty [e/c] eyes on him. "Hey, [l/n], right? I haven't seen you in a while."

She nodded. I remember this guy. He was in our lecture last year.

"So how are you these days? You look really good." Takamitsu said as he glazed over her appearance, finding her to be very pretty as of right now.