Unmatched, k. tsukishima

Tsukishima's POV

I should've just walked away.

Should've ignored her, left the gym without another word. But for some reason, I didn't.

Instead, I stood there, watching as Y/N smirked at me, eyes sharp with amusement, arms crossed like she had all the time in the world.

"You done staring, or should I start charging?"

Tch. Annoying.

I meant to move past her, to let this be another forgettable interaction, but somehow, my hand brushed against hers. Barely a touch. Almost nothing.

But I felt it.

And so did she.

Her expression shifted, barely noticeable, but enough that I caught it. Just as my brain started processing what the hell that was—

"Oi, Tsukishima! You coming?"

Yamaguchi's voice cut through the tension, snapping everything back to normal.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, keeping my expression neutral. "Try not to slack off," I muttered before walking past her like it hadn't even happened.

I didn't look back.

"Tsukki, I need your help."

I sighed, adjusting my bag strap. "No."

"Come on," he groaned, jogging to keep up with me. "It's serious."

"Still no."

"Tsukki," he whined.

I rolled my eyes, side-eyeing him. "What?"

Yamaguchi hesitated before rubbing the back of his neck. "I... think I have a crush on Yachi."

I stopped walking for half a second before scoffing. "Think?"

"Okay, fine, I know I do," he admitted quickly. "But I don't know what to do next."

I sighed. "Ask her out."

Yamaguchi practically choked. "I can't just do that!"

I frowned. "Why not?"

"Because what if she doesn't like me back? Or what if it makes things weird?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Then don't call it a date. Just ask her to hang out."

Yamaguchi blinked. "That could work..."

But then, predictably, he overthought it. "Wait, no—if it's just the two of us, it might feel too much like a date, and then she'll know I like her, and then—"

I exhaled sharply, already tired of this. "Then bring other people."

His eyes widened. "That's genius!"

A bad feeling crept up my spine.

"So you'll come too, right?"

I stopped walking, deadpanning at him. "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Tsukki."

"Absolutely not."

He clasped his hands together like a beggar. "Come on! If it's just the two of us, it'll feel weird, but if other people are there, it's totally normal! Just a casual hangout!"

I sighed, already regretting my existence. "Fine."

Yamaguchi grinned like an idiot.

This was going to suck.