Damn frickin' annoying, stupid, idiot face. Those were the words you thought when you looked at Tsukishima lately. He was one of your closest friends. Had been forever. It didn't make sense why now, all of a sudden, he was more than just a best friend in your brain. When you looked at him, your mind fogged over, oh, especially when he was teasing you. When he would walk you home (like completely normally, mind you) your palms would sweat. Your heart would race. The way he always seemed to know when something was wrong was annoying, but the way he would never let it go if you told him it was fine, oh that was infuriating. And of course, so kind, affectionate and adorable. You hated it. Hated every second of it. It wasn't okay. Tsushima was your friend. Nothing ever in your friendship had ever indicated otherwise. And you weren't about to screw it up. But... every once and a while... you couldn't help feeling attracted to him. Especially when he would show off to the team and you. When you tagged along to his friends meet up to practice blocking and hitting, you got to watch a more competitive side of him emerge. That was the final nail in the coffin on any sense of returning to normality.

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"Now, you see, y/n, every hitter has their signature. Something that let's the blocker know what they are thinking before they do it."

"Uh huh..."

"Are you even paying attention?"