Tsukishima loved Mondays. No, not because he gets to go to school, or volleyball practice, but because (F/n) passes out all the homework and papers that were graded over the weekend. That means (F/n) walks up to Tsukishima's desk, hands him his papers, and depending on the specific material, gives him feedback on how to improve.
(F/n) mainly gives feedback on his English assignments.
When Naozumi walked in, (F/n) stood up from her desk and moved to the teacher's desk. She opened one of the drawers and took out a stack of paper that was bounded by a binder clip. She removed the clip and was about to distribute them to the class before she got stopped.
"Wait, give me the stack!" Naozumi said, who stopped writing on the board.
(F/n)'s eyes widened at her father's sudden outburst before she gave him the stack, raising an eyebrow at him. He looked through the stack, removing some of the papers before handing it back to her.
"If there is a sticky note on the paper, it means they need verbal feedback from you," Naozumi explained, "I'm helping you out today since there's a lot of sticky notes,"
"Uh, okay then," (F/n) replied.
𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎
Tsukishima waited for him to get his work back. He occasionally glanced at (F/n), walking back and forth from other students' desks, along with her father, who was talking to some of the students about their work. It wasn't until (F/n) had the second to last worksheet out when she started walking toward his desk.
He felt his heart start beating faster. He almost thought you could hear it because of how intense it was. He saw Yamaguchi in the corner, smirking at him before turning away, giggling away. He made a mental note to confront him about it later.
𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈
"Hey Tsukishima," (F/n) said, walking up to his desk, handing him his paper.
