She could feel her eye twitch as she glared at the tall volleyball player in front of her. Just how could someone be so infuriating and get her riled up to the point where she wanted to scream, she had no idea.
That was just how Tsukishima Kei was.
"Why do you keep picking on everything I do?!"
Tsukishima shrugged, giving her a haughty look. "You're an easy target, [Name]-chan."
"Shut up, asshole!"
"Oh? Is that the best you can come up with?"
[Name] was annoyed. No, scratch that. She was absolutely livid. The rest of the volleyball team who hadn't gone home yet were inching away from the couple, not wanting to face the wrath of an angry girlfriend.
"Hey Yamaguchi..." Hinata turned to the freckled boy, asking hesitantly, "should we stop them from fighting?"
"Not if you want to get shouted at..." Yamaguchi spoke from experience, smiling sheepishly at his shorter teammate. "Don't worry, they're fine. That's how they bond... in a way."
"You're such a prick, Kei-chan."
Tsukishima cringed at the sweet way she cooed his name. "I told you not to call me that!"
"Would you rather I call you four eyes then?"
"That's better than being short, at least."
"Oh please," she scoffed, "just because I'm not a fucking lamppost like you doesn't make me short."
"Idiot. That doesn't change the face that-" Tsukishima paused for a moment. "Wait, did you just call me a lamppost? What is that supposed to mean?"
[Name] laughed at his confused reaction, throwing in the towel and giving him a hug.
"Don't worry Kei, you're an attractive lamppost."
