Saturday. Normally, every kid would take the day off and sleep in. Kids would take the day off, away from doing homework, to hang out with friends, catch up on chores, or just relax.
Tsukishima had a hard time sleeping in. He took the opportunity to go out on a morning jog. It wasn't his favorite thing to do, but it kept him in shape and gave him something to do. He put on some workout clothes, grabbed his phone and headphones, and walked out the door. Once he got onto the sidewalk, he started his run.
Running also helped him get some things off his mind. Many thoughts would go through his head, along with the lyrics of the songs he listened to. He would just let the thoughts come and go, not paying attention to them unless they were important. One thought, however, caused him to trip a little, but he didn't fall.
(F/n). He sighed, taking a small break, walking for a couple of minutes before deciding to run again. He turned right onto a different street, noticing the unfamiliar neighborhood in front of him. It was a more quiet and higher-class neighborhood. A lot of the houses had gardens and beautiful trees.
Flowers. There were so many different flowers. He thought of (F/n) again, and her habit of taking pictures of flowers.
As if he predicted the future, he saw (F/n) within the distance, a familiar camera hanging around her neck. He's never seen (F/n) without her uniform on. He always thought her uniform suited her, but her casual clothes looked even more beautiful on her. Tsukishima found himself staring at her, only to realize he was a couple of seconds away from running past her.
(F/n) heard heavy footsteps getting closer towards her direction, so she removed the camera placed in front of her face and looked to where the sound was coming from. She saw Tsukishima, in his workout clothes and headphones on. He looked good.
𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅
"Tsukishima," (F/n) smiled, "Hey,"
"Hey (F/n)," Tsukishima breathed out, hands behind his neck as he tried controlling his breathing, "How are you doing?"
"Good," (F/n) beamed up at him, "Just taking more pictures of flowers,"
"You really like taking pictures of flowers huh?"
"Yeah," (F/n) picked up her camera, "It gets my mind off things," (F/n) used her hand to adjust the lens to focus on another flower, "How are you doing Tsukishima?"
