Just let me understand you || Tsukishima Kei Story

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Y/n's pov

I slept in the bed. His big comfy bed, and I'm not that mad about it. His room was nothing like how I pictured it, it's pretty plain if you exclude the dozens of books lining the shelves.

But the only thing that triggers me is that he didn't leave the wheel chair in here, oh but he left those god forsaken crutches.

"Christopher!" I call out. "You left the cripple with no means of leaving!"

"Inside voice," he says cracking open the door. "My neighbour is crazy."

"I need the wheel chair," I say. "Do you want me to die or something?"

"No I don't want you to die," he laughs walking into the room.

"You went to the gym without me," I gasp.

"I did not go to the gym, I haven't left the apartment," he says wiping his face with the towel he had hanging around his neck.

Coulda fooled me.

"I just decided to workout from home today, because there's no way in hell I'm bringing you to a gym while your leg is broken," he says.

He found a loop hole.

"And why did you bring me to the bed?" I ask. "I wanted to sleep on the couch."

"You fell off the couch, but thankfully you didn't hit your head on anything," he says. "So it was a no brainer to bring you somewhere so you could toss and turn all you want without dying."

"I guess I can't be triggered over that," I say. "Can you get the wheel chair please?"

"If you want the wheel chair you can use those crutches and go get it," he says. "It's in the kitchen, and so is your food."

"You my friends are on drugs if you think that I'm using those damm things today," I laugh. "What, did you take too many steroids this morning?"

"I don't take steroids," he says. "And just for that I'm eating your food."

"I think the fuck not," I say grabbing a crutch.

Based on his smirk I'd say he thought that he won this, but I never wanna loose again.

"What the hell!" He yells after getting hit with my crutch. "Don't throw things at me."

"I'll throw whatever I want," I say grabbing the other one. "I'm not using these things today, my head hurts."

"Okay, okay," he says leaving the room. "Just don't throw anything else."

"Then don't provoke me," I say with a slight smirk."

Yes I did that, you would do it too for a check.

I wrote this on the bus.

-Crouton