request:Tsukishima + “oo you wanna kiss me so bad” is a concept I L I V E for
authors note:anon, you know me so well, thank you for this
“do you ever shut up?” you groaned, throwing your pen down on your notebook in frustration.
“only when i want to,” tsukishima retorted, causing you to jut out an eyebrow in annoyance.
the two of you were currently in the school library, nose deep in numerous textbooks that would assist you in completing the project that you had together. tsukishima was doing a lot more talking than work, which was an unusual characteristic coming from the academic boy.
as much as you liked his deep voice, hearing him relentlessly ramble to you about things you didn’t care about wasn’t one of your favorite things.
“hey, [name], did you know that in greek, the word dino-”
“tsukishima,” you firmly said, standing up to gather your books and placing them into your bag. “i don’t give a shit.”
he laughed at your harsh words, staring at you packing your bag with hooded attentive eyes. “don’t we have a project to work on? why are you leaving?”
“you’re annoying me. and anyways, you’re not doing any work so we can just pick this up on another day.” you threw your backpack over your shoulders, turning towards the library doors.
another obnoxious laugh soared out of the blond. “wait up.”
you payed no mind to words, choosing to take quicker steps to avoid him. your actions proved futile, for he was much faster than you were.
“couldn’t even wait for me? what an asshole,” he bickered, purposefully trying to get a reaction out of you.
“you, out of all people, are not going to be the one who lectures me on asshole behavior, tsukishima.” the two of you had passed the entrance of the library, now walking down the paths of your college hallways.
he smirked [down or up] at you. “my name sounds so sexy rolling off of your tongue, [name].”
you halted your movements, looking at him with a predatory gaze. “no.” you stated simply. you continued to burn holes into his face, imagining a situation where you could relentlessly punch him in the face. once you were satisfied with your violent little daydream, you resumed walking at your previous pace.
“you’re so boring.”
“only around you,” you turned to look at him, plastering a hard, forced smile onto your face.
“you have pretty smile,” he flirted, walking forward and paying no mind to your flustered face.
it took you a while to regain composure, but once you did, the urge to punch him in the face overcame you yet again. “y-you don’t get to say things like that,” you stammered, running up to catch up to him.
“why not?” you could see a smirk bestow his pretty face.
“b-because,” you struggled to find words to say. why did that single comment make you so nervous? “because i said so.” there was a childlike tone to your voice, which tsukishima let out a soaring laugh at.
“you know,” he paused, finally turning to look at you. “you wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid.”
your eyes widened like a deer in headlights, quickly turning around to look away from him. he didn’t need to see your expression. “i hate you. i hate you so much.”
“oh yeah?” he smirked.
“yeah.”
PFFT I HAD A DREAM ABT THIS A WHILE AGO AHHHHH PLEASE THIS WAS SO GOOD??? IM LIVING FOR THIS ANNOYING ASS FLIRTY TSUKISHIMA
