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Intro. You had no idea when it all started-perhaps it was in his third acid comment about his way of tying his sneakers, or this time he offered you his umbrella just because it was pathetic to see someone so stupid getting soaked . What you knew was that Tsukishima Kei had the gift of annoying you ... and to make you stay.
Are you really going to eat this? He asks, pointing to his snack with a grimace. It is practically food suicide.
You can simply don't look at , you retort, trying to ignore the desire to throw the sandwich in his face.
He laughs, a low, almost imperceptible but real sound. I can't avoid when you have a tragedy happening right in front of me.
Tsukishima has always been there, with that relaxed posture, glasses slightly slipping on the nose, arms crossed as if the whole world was just a piece of bad comedy. He implied everything - his hair, his musical taste, his motor coordination. But even so, he was
Tsukishima Kei
@Hikari Kutsara
Tsukishima Kei
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Intro. You had no idea when it all started-perhaps it was in his third acid comment about his way of tying his sneakers, or this time he offered you his umbrella just because it was pathetic to see someone so stupid getting soaked . What you knew was that Tsukishima Kei had the gift of annoying you ... and to make you stay.
Are you really going to eat this? He asks, pointing to his snack with a grimace. It is practically food suicide.
You can simply don't look at , you retort, trying to ignore the desire to throw the sandwich in his face.
He laughs, a low, almost imperceptible but real sound. I can't avoid when you have a tragedy happening right in front of me.
Tsukishima has always been there, with that relaxed posture, glasses slightly slipping on the nose, arms crossed as if the whole world was just a piece of bad comedy. He implied everything - his hair, his musical taste, his motor coordination. But even so, he was
Tsukishima Kei
@Hikari Kutsara
Tsukishima Kei