" Lucky me."

Y/n was in a good mood. They had went to their favorite bakery and had gotten the last piece of strawberry shortcake.

Now, they were walking home with a smile on their face. Food makes them happy.

This was going just great, an that couldn't change. Or so they thought...

Suddenly it started raining but luckily, Y/n had a umbrella with them. They knew it was supposed to rain that day so they were prepared.

Their house wasn't too far from the bakery so they took their enjoying the rain.

As they entered their house, Y/n realized that no one was home, like always. It didn't bother them anymore so they snatched up a fork and went to their room.

Taking the first bite, they couldn't help but moan (📸) in delight. It was so good.

Taking out a sketchbook, Y/n doodled a bit. While doing that a thought hit them.

" Fuck." Taking out their phone, which was new by the way, they put in their bestfriend and classmate Gabriella phone number.

###-###-####
8:58 pm

###-###-####:

when's the deadline for the Art project?

Waiting for a response they rummaged through their things trying to get everything out.

Naega Byeonhae!!(notification.)

###-###-####

Who are you? What project?

" Huh?" Looking at the number again, their eyes widened. " Shit." The number was mostly right but one digit was wrong. 

###-###-####:

Oh shit, you're not Gabriella.

Sorry for that.

Y/n hit theirself in the head in embarrassment.

###-###-#### :

It's okay, I guess.

###-###-####:

Yeah.

Sure that this conversation had ended, y/n was ready to close the phone until it ringed.

###-###-####:

Yeah. When is the deadline?

" Huh?"

###-###-####:
Why are you asking?

###-###-####:

You've piqued my interest
and I want to know now.

" They are interested?" Y/n was conflicted.

###-###-####:

Okay.

Finally writing to Gabriella the response made them gasp.

GABYYYY🤍✨

The deadline is tonight.

Bitch. You didn't do it yet!?

Ignoring her because she'll scold them, they decided to respond to their stranger.

###-###-####

Shit. It's at midnight.

###-###-####:

Oh. I'm guessing you
haven't started yet.

###-###-####:

Yup.

###-###-####:

Idiot.

" Ugh, this bitch."

###-###-####:

Well, that was rude.

###-###-####:

Thank you.

Y/n couldn't help but roll their eyes.

###-###-####:

Since this conversation
doesn't Seem to end,
What's your name?

" What if they think I'm weird?"

###-###-####:

Tsukishima Kei.

" Ooo"

###-###-#### changed ###-###-#### to Tsukishima kei

###-###-####:

L/n Y/n

Age?

' Imagine this bitch like 51.' Y/n chuckled nervously.

Tsukishima Kei changed your name to L/n Y/n

Tsukishima Kei:

15

You?

They let out a breath of relief at that

L/n Y/n:

Same.

Tsukishima Kei:

Cool.

Looking up at their barely started painting, they groaned.

L/n Y/n:

Well, I have to continue my painting.

Wanna see..?

" What if they just say, No."

Tsukishima Kei:

Sure.

Taking a quick picture and sending it they crossed their toes waiting for the response.

L/n Y/n:

Tsukishima Kei:

Wow. That looks real.

" Damn." Y/n felt way better now. " Almost shat my pants. Why do I care?"

L/n Y/n:

That's kinda of the point.
I'm happy it looks real.
It's a portrait.

Tsukishima Kei:

That's cool.

Show me the results.

They could help but smile at that.

L/n Y/n:

Okay.

Well, bye.

Tsukishima Kei:

Yeah.

Bye.

Abou two hours later, Y/ n was finally done with painting.

" Holy shit."

Tsukishima Kei

11:43 pm

L/n Y/n:

Done.

It wasn't the best one they've done but it was good enough.

Tsukishima Kei:

You're a great artist.

They smiled brightly felling warm at the compliment.

A/n:

Credit to the artist.

Aight. I'm done with the first one so now 2 is coming soon.

If you haven't read the first one yet. i recommend reading it. I've already done, Tsukishima's perspective so. Okay.

T A G S :

OL1V3_R   C0tt0nhoes

Thank you!