what if | tsukishima kei [REWRITING]

i hadn't visited you

06: what if i hadn't visited you

It's a miracle that I even managed to make it to your front door.

I left practice earlier today so I can visit you. Yamaguchi — for once — decided not to accompany me (we needed our “alone time” as he had stated) and I don't know if that's a good thing.

I had stood in front of your door for fifteen minutes at most, almost nervously. I brought your favorite food and surprisingly, when I finally was able to knock on the door, I was able to remember what words are.

I ended up watching anime with you in the living room, you and I seated in opposite sides of the couch with our legs tangled in one another's. We don't talk about certain topics, only making fun of the funny faces and common scenarios shown on the screen.

“The protagonist just died,” You breathe, eyes wide and directed at the television. “Ha, that's a first.”

I shake my head as you snicker at the way the killer's face looked before it ate the main guy. I didn't know you're the type of person to find gore and giant naked humanoid creatures eating humans funny, but then I really should get to know you more.

Your attention is solely focused on the episode, but mine is on you. I take small glances at the screen to see what you're laughing at, then my gaze transfers back to you, observing every detail of your face.

Call me creepy if you wish.

The episode eventually comes to an end and the credits show. You turn your head and you meet my stare, but I don't dare look away, not wanting to look back and not find your [Eye Color] eyes. “What?” You ask curiously, a small smile forming on your lips.

“I think I like this girl,” I find myself saying, and you raise your brows. And suddenly you start to laugh softly.

“Is that so?” Your smile widens slightly. “Then do tell, Tsukishima. Does she, maybe, make your heart go doki-doki?”

“Doki-doki?” I repeat, amused by your choice of words.

“It's something I got from Tanaka-san,” You inform me. “I'm actually quite surprised; I didn't take you as one to be interested in women with all the girls you've turned down.”

I click my tongue, turning my head away. “They don't know me well enough, and when they get to, I'll just irritate the hell out of them.”

“That's not true,” You argue, and before you continue, you pause. “Well, perhaps, but how am I not irritated by you, then?”

“Because you're different from them,” I admit, still not looking at you. “You're patient and you know that I don't mean what I say.......sometimes.”

“Oho?” You smirk, crossing your arms and leaning forward slightly. “Are you starting to like me, Tsukishima?”

My face explodes in red. “Of course not,” I try to speak calmly. “I just hate you a little less than everyone else.”

“We've made some progress then,” You chuckle and reach over to the coffee table for the remote. “Well, it's getting late. You can tell me about this lucky girl you like another time.”

As you turn away, I swear I can see the slight downward tug of your lips, but you stand up before I can think too much about it. You switch off the screen and start to limp towards the exit of the room.

“How's your ankle?” I ask, forgetting to question you about it earlier. Your parents aren't home on weekdays, so they aren't able to take care of you. I doubt they even know you're injured anyway.

“Fine,” You respond shortly, holding on to the wall. “I can walk with it....sort of.”

I stand up from the couch with ny bag and walk over to you. Before I can grasp your arm to help, you hold up a hand. “I can do this.”

“Stay on the couch,” I instruct, blocking your path. “I know where the door is.”

I notice how you seem taller than the last time I've compared our height. That's good, I suppose, since you've spent so much time studying that you have gotten less sleep and even go as far as to skip meals.

“Let's pretend that you don't,” You counter, trudging past me. “I opened the door when you arrived, so I'll be the one to close it when you leave.”

I sigh, sometimes you just don't make any sense. I can only watch and follow behind you as you struggle to walk towards the front door. I make a few remarks here and there, some which you ignored or grumbled at.

After so long, you finally manage to reach your destination. You slide the door open and I walk out hesitantly. I don't want to leave yet.

“Bye,” I bid simply as I stride past you. You lean against the door and send me a closed eye smile.

“See you, Tsukishima.”

I look away immediately and begin to walk home, feeling my chest pound over and over again.

I think my heart is going doki-doki.