Class was normal. Nothing interesting really happened. Even Tsukishima barely spoke to you, no rude comments or insults, which was highly suspicious but you shrugged it off, finishing the work that was needed.

The break dismissal bell went off and you quietly threw your bag over your shoulder but was stopped when Tsukishima stepped on your jacket sleeve before you put it on, preventing you from rushing off.

"Oi, fore-eyes I know your blind and everything but you're stepping on my jacket." You motioned down at his foot which held down the material. He didn't reply.

You observed as his hand reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his phone, clicking on a few things and hovering the speaker over your ear.

A song began to play and you felt your chest squeeze in terror, your eyes widening along with your mouth hanging open, air hitching in your throat blocking you from speaking.

It was you.

You attempted to snatch the phone from his hand, swiping for it but he raised it up high and you had no chance of reaching it.

"You're pretty good, chibi-chan." He sneered, a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"Fucking delete it." You demanded, full seriousness in your tone.

"And why would I do that?" He rested his hand on his hip. "I was planning on posting it."

You thought you were going to cry, your first instinct was to go somewhere private, instead of everything kicking off in front of your classmates.

You grabbed his sleeve and tugged him along with you, pacing all the way to the music room with him following behind you. You pushed him inside with all of your strength, which by the way barely did anything to him, and you shut the door behind you both.

"Tsukishima I swear to god!" You growled. "Don't you dare even think about posting it!"

"Why not?" He looked down at you through his glasses with a tilt of his head.

"B-because..." you showed a desperate side to you, your eyes pleading with him. "Please." You eventually stammered out.

"Fine." He said.

"Thankyou." You whispered in relief.

"But.."

"Fuck." You grumbled, clenching your fists.

"Only if you let me have lunch with you from now on." The corners of his lips tugged up cheekily, your eyebrows furrowing as the thought crossed your mind.

"What about your friend?" You hesitated. "Yamaguchi?"

"He trains for volleyball." He shrugged, twiddling the phone between his fingers. "It's up to you, chibi-chan." He began walking out, the realisation that he still had the video washing over you again.

"Fine. Come here tomorrow and we can have lunch." You kept your eyes away from him, averting them to the floor.

He simply smirked and walked out.

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After school today was a bit different, you wandering silently to the assembly hall instead of the music room like usual. You peered around the two double doors, observing the singing lessons and choir with pure admiration.

A girl with beautiful confidence radiating from her stood in the centre of the stage, a microphone to her lips as she sung for an upcoming school performance.

Asami Hisa.

Second year. The stunning protagonist with the boys stumbling to her feet every second. Her tall and pristine figure presented on stage, showing off her powerful vocals and all round confidence and beauty. Her makeup and brown wispy hair always perfect, and you would straight up admit you felt inferior compared to her. Even the other singers in the room were nothing compared to her, almost like they were backups.

You chewed nervously on the inside of your cheek, listening intently to her voice blaring through the microphone before awkwardly stuffing your hands in your pockets with a put down expression, your heart aching with disappointment in yourself. You'd always thought the idea of performing on stage enticing, wishing you had the confidence to actually get up there, but crushing anxiety always threw you right back off. You shook your head sadly, beginning to walk away.

You squealed from the back of your throat when you turned around to find a tall, blond stood there, his arm leaning against the wall you previously peeked around. You bumped straight into his torso and stumbled a few steps backwards.

"What are you doing?!" You whispered shouted, a gravel sound coming from your vocal cords.

"I could ask you the same, chibi-chan?" He glanced around the corner, finding Asami singing wildly on the stage. "Stalker much?" He peered back at you with a tug of his lips.

"N-no." You puffed out your cheeks, your arms folding across your chest. You took another look around the corner, the disheartened expression forming back on your face as you saw her owning the stage completely.

"You're better than her anyway." He nudged you with the back of his hand, noticing your dismal look.

"Really?" You felt yourself become slightly lighter, a smile beginning to appear on your cheeks since he'd actually complimented you.

"Definitely. Chibi-chan." He gave a nod. "Come on. She's too full of herself." He scowled.

"But she's literally perfect." You fiddled with the strings of your hoodie.

"Say what you want." He rolled his eyes. "I think if you got on that stage, you'd blow everyone away."

"No chance." You began walking by his side. "Why are you here anyway?"

"Just finished volleyball training." He pulled a pair of headphones from his bag and rested them around his neck. Before you even knew it, you'd both began to walk out of school, the late autumn breeze trembling on your cheeks, the tips of your ears and nose staining a faint red.

"Ha. You look like Rudolf." He pointed his finger in the direction of your face, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"Ha. And you look like that fucking lamppost." You grumbled, motioning your head at a towering street lamp that you both passed by.

You both side eyed each other with serious faces, you bursting into laughter and a closed eye smile. He couldn't help but let his lips shift into a faint but amused simper as he looked down at you through the corner of his warm brown pupils.

"See ya, tiny." He said raising his hand as both of you reached the split where the streets to your houses were separated, him slipping his headphones over his soft looking, blond hair that tufts up randomly.

"Y-yeah. Bye string bean." You replied softly, a small wave of your hand as he walked away...