Just let me understand you || Tsukishima Kei Story

Pov Dai and Kasumi never see each other again

Y/n's pov

Goddam.

"I told you that it wasn't going to fit," he says.

I made him but on an old button-up, and I buttoned it up, well mostly. It's literally busting, I'm sure that if he stretched out his arms fully he'd rip the shirt. And I mean buttons would be popping.

"Flex," I say.

"Are you recording me?" he asks.

"Research, now do it," I say. "Stretch your arms out."

"Either a button is gonna pop or it's gonna rip," he says.

"It's almost like that's the whole point," I say.

"Fine," he sighs relaxing his shoulders.

Man barely had to stretch out his arms for a button to pop off, but he really had to step it up and stretch his arms behind himself. Now he's enjoying this, and I am so so happy that he's like this. Three buttons gone.

"Is that what you wanted?" he asks.

"You looked ugly," I say.

That was quite literally one of the most attractive things I've ever seen in my life.

"Mhm," he nods his head. "Now I'm taking this off, it's uncomfortable."

He's so attractive.

And for all of you guys wondering, I tried on my winter dance dress, did it fit? Kinda, I'm just happy I can lose all the ties in the back. Also, it's shorter, well I'm taller, so you can see my feet poking out from the bottom. I had like no of my clothes from back then, so I spend a lot of time forcing Kei to try on his clothes.

By far the best thing was trying to get his high school uniform pants on, spoiler, it didn't work. But we got some shorts on him, shorts he is wearing now, shorts that he hates.

"You should wear these shorts more often," I say. "They look nice."

"No, they're too tight," he says. "I'm changing, this whole thing was stupid."

Also, he's got some food cooking in the kitchen.

"I heard that wearing tight pants or underwear can affect one's ability to have kids in the future," I say. "How does that make you feel?"

"It doesn't matter because you don't want kids," he says starting to get changed.

And to give some more perspective on the shorts, his boxers were longer.

"Who said that?" I ask.

"Yeah no, you're just trying to tease me again," he rolls his eyes. "So I'll get excited and act like a kid about it, not gonna happen."

"Who knows," I shrug. "Also, what's with you and kids? I didn't even know that you liked them so much."

"Because kids," he says. "Oh and here."

"Another present?" I ask. "What is it?"

"Open it up," he says.

Lemme guess it's something your nineteen-year-old self would've bought?

"Chocolate-covered strawberries, and a fancy hair clip? I'm gonna bust a fat nut," I say. "I'm eating these all now."

"No," he says taking the box. "I'm making you food, you're not spoiling your appetite."

"You're a hoe," I say. "You can't give me food then tell me not to eat it."

"Yes I can," he says. "That's for your nineteenth birthday, we kinda celebrated your twentieth so I'm cooking for your twenty-oneth."

"You mean my twenty-first?" I ask.

"Whatever," he says. "You never talk proper, I'm fine."

"You're stupid," I laugh.

"So what?" he asks. "We're both stupid."

"I'm not, I'm really smart," I ask. "I graduated top of my class."

"Yeah, I am aware that you are academically smarter than me," he says.

"I love you," I say. "I just need you to know."

"That was random, what's up with that?" he asks. "Are you gonna do something stupid?"

"No, I just needed to tell you because I don't," I say. "I'm expressing my feelings, my therapist says that it's good."

"My aunt?" he asks.

"Yes, your aunt," I say. "And every time I see her I complain about how mean you are to me."

"I am not mean to you," he says. "So you better not because she'll hit."

"I'm kidding," I say. "I just talk about random stuff."

"I love you too," he says. "Even though you're annoying."

"Are we about to kiss right now?" I ask.

"Well obviously."

Okay, so I have a few plot twist things. Also, I just want to keep the story going forever, are there any problems with that? I see this story as one of those tv shows with so many episodes that just keep going until one day it ends and everybody is sad to see it go.

-Crouton