I Don't Understand you ||Tsukishima Kei Story

Smack em like whores

Y/n's pov

"My plan is working perfectly," I say as I take a seat at my usual lunch table.

"But all the girls are still glaring at you," Yamaguchi says. "And everyone else keeps glancing our way,"

"Just as long as no one talks to us we'll be fine," I say as I pull out my lunch.

"What the hell is that?" Tsukishims asks as he looks at my 'lunch'.

"Its food idiot, but I doubt you know what that is with your lamp post looking ass," I say.

"That's not food dumbass," he looks at it. "That's trash,"

I mean... He's not wrong. I have a bag of jello? A slice of bread stuffed in a tiny baggy, and something green.

"Well, it's not my fault I can't cook," I cross my arms.

"Is that safe to eat?" Yamaguchi asks. "I can't even tell what it is,"

"Its jello, I think. Bread and something green," I say.

"Do you not have food at your place?" Tsukishima asks still looking discussed at my 'lunch'.

"I do have food but I'd have to cook it," I say. "And I can't cook for shit. I started a fire boiling an egg,"

"You cooked a cake just fine at my house," he says.

"Yeah, I can only cook cake. And I don't have the ingredients," I say.

"You're so gross. I can't watch you eat that," he slides over a container.

"Are you serious?" I look up at him with wide eyes.

"Just eat the damm things and don't make it weird," he grumbles.

"Someones in a good mood. Must have had some dino cheeks in their dreams last night," I smile.

"No, it was Roblox girls," he says.

"Lucky," I sigh before popping a dino nugget into my mouth. "What'd you dream about Yams?" I ask.

"I don't usually remember my dreams," he says.

"I'll pray for some dinos to appear in your dreams," I say.

"Uh you really don't have too," he says not really knowing what else to say.

"It's okay I got the time," I shrug. "I'll just pray while I sleep,"

"You're so weird," Tsukishima mutters.

"Thank you," I smile brightly.

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"One two buckle my shoes three-four smack em like whores," I sing as I put on my shoes.

Apparently one cannot sing and put on their shoes in peace because stupid blond bimbos must get in their way.

"Can I help you?" I ask standing up.

"Why do all the boys like you?" One of them asks.

"I don't even like me so I'm just as confused as you are," I say. "Now if I may I have to go," I try to get by but one of them puts up their arm blocking me. "Kinky,"

"Are you whoring around?" One of them asks rather angrily.

"If you're talking about Dinos then yes," I nod my head.

"All the hot guys are talking to you," she hits the shoe lockers.

Let's just try to joke our way outta this, cause I definitely can't fight them all. They'd probably crucify me with their stilettos.