THIRD PERSON

"here you go, tsukki." yamaguchi says, handing the blonde a carton of milk.

"thank you." tsukishima replies with a sigh, sticking the straw of the milk onto its carton, leaving his friend confused.

"did kageyama infect you with his milk-drinking habit, tsukki?" yamagichi asks with a confused tone.

"like i'd let myself be infected. i just have the urge to try new things out and here i am." tsukishima answers his question, massaging his temple. even he doesn't know why this has been occurring.

"about the pen, tsukki, it really does look like her, though the pen's literally a non-living thing and she's a living one. don't you find it a little weird?"

yamaguchi's question has kept tsukishima quiet. about the stuff he heard about the pen last night, he can't make up his mind if he's going to tell yamaguchi or not.

"kei." tsukishima hears a high-pitched voice and surprisingly, the voice came from near his ear, yet no one beside him is found, for yamaguchi is standing in front of the blonde male.

"t-tsukki, what's that?" yamagichi asks in both terror and confusion as he points on tsukishima's shoulder, making the blonde look at what yamaguchi was pertaining to, realizing that aiko, the girl related to the pen, is now sitting on his shoulder in a pocket-sized form.

"wh-what are you doing here and in that size!?" tsukishima yells loudly. gladly, their classmates are nowhere to be seen at this time around because of the lunch break.

"well, you see, yacchan said that she'll be helping out the freak duo of the volleyball team for lunch. she said that i could tag along, but i'm too shy to even do so, so i'm here!" aiko cheers, still in a high-pitched voice.

"and why are you using that voice? quit it. it's annoying." tsukishima rolls his eyes, gently taking aiko away from his shoulder and putting her on his desk.

"it comes with the pocket-sized form, y'know. like alvin and the chipmunks!" aiko says with a wide grin.

"w-woah, tsukki, are you a part of a fantasy league now!? how is this even possible? oh, but you're so cute in that size, though. makes me wanna keep you in my pocket." Yamaguchi says continuously, eyes gleaming as he stares at aiko's small figure.

"urusai, yamaguchi." tsukishima says, shaking his head from side-to-side before gesturing aiko to turn back to her true form, which she hesitantly complied to.

"nice to meet you. i'm yamada aiko from class five." the female greets with all her might, now standing beside tsukishima.

"o-oh, i'm yamaguchi tadashi. It's nice to meet you, too, yamada-san." yamaguchi says awkwardly with a bow, making the female giggle.

"you can call me by my first name, yamaguchi-kun. it's not a big deal. and besides, it sounds better." aiko gives off a wonderful smile towards the dark green-haired male, but what they didn't notice is that tsukishima kept his eyes onto the two, examining their movements.

what could this possibly mean? he asks inside his head, rubbing his chin with his fingers as he stares intently onto the two of them.

yamada aiko, huh? tell me more. tsukishima says inside his head once more before sighing.

the thought of aiko's transformation bothered tsukishima throughout the lessons, not letting him understand what their teacher was trying to imply, which frustrated him. why does he have to think about things like this?

"what could this possibly mean?"
"what's the matter, tsukishima-kun?"
"huh? oh. it's nothing, sensei."