Hey Mr. Moon! ~ 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝙺𝚎𝚒

Twenty-Seven | 二十七

Several days had passed since Tsukishima and I sat together on the balcony that night, and then, surprisingly...

Tsukishima started ignoring me entirely.

Every time I tried to talk to Yamaguchi, he'd pull him away like I was some kind of disease. If we passed each other in the hallway of the temporary housing, he'd suddenly find the ceiling very interesting and walk right past me. I even replayed that night in my head over and over, trying to find what I did wrong, but—nothing. I rubbed my hand absentmindedly, the same one Tsukishima had held, as the thoughts swirled in my head once again. The bus rolled to a stop, and I shook myself out of my daze, stepping off with the rest of the team.

After days of grueling training, today was finally the highly anticipated practice match between Karasuno and Nekoma—the "Battle of the Garbage Dump." The boys were practically vibrating with excitement, and even though exhaustion clung to me, I couldn't help but be caught up in it too.

"Woooah! This school is fancy!" Hinata gawked as he took in Nekoma's campus.

I laughed at his amazement. "It's because we're in the city. Everything looks more modern."

I expected a response, but when none came, I turned to see Hinata frozen in place, his jaw hanging open. His wide eyes were locked onto a blonde volleyball player with long hair who was heading toward the gym.

"Who's that?" I asked, following Hinata's gaze.

Before I could get an answer, Hinata took off. "Kenma!" he called, making the blonde turn lazily toward him. I trailed behind as Hinata practically bounced on his heels "Y-y-you're with Nekoma?!" he stammered. 

Kenma's gaze shifted to the side as he replied in a monotone, "Yes."

Hinata visibly deflated. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Kenma blinked, tilting his head slightly. "Because you didn't ask."

Hinata's mouth fell open again, completely dumbfounded.

I was about to comment when Kiyoko called my name. "Excuse me, (Y/n), could you grab some bags left on the bus?"

"Yes!" I quickly excused myself, jogging back toward the bus.

After grabbing the coach's bag and my own, I paused by the window, catching sight of Tanaka locked in an intense staring contest with a Nekoma player sporting a shaved head and a bleached mohawk. The two were making ridiculous faces at each other, looking seconds away from an actual fight—until Suga stepped in to stop them. A giggle slipped from my lips at the absurdity.

The bus rocked slightly. I turned just in time to see Tsukishima ducking his head to fit through the doorway.

Our eyes met for a split second. Then—nothing. He looked away and continued forward like I was invisible. "Hey—" I started, but he ignored me, reaching into one of the seats and pulling out a pair of headphones.

"I forgot to grab these," he muttered, straightening up.

I blinked. Did he just—?

A bead of sweat rolled down my temple as I clenched my fists. Oh, so we're playing that game, huh?

Feeling my patience snap, I stormed forward and grabbed the hem of his black jacket. "Kei!" I snapped, voice sharp with irritation. Tsukishima's entire body stiffened. When he turned, his face was burning red.

"I didn't give you permission to use my first name," he grumbled, refusing to look at me.I sucked in a sharp breath. "I wouldn't have if you hadn't been ignoring me!" and his mouth twitched before he muttered, "I haven't been ignoring you."