LOOK AT ME

Chapter 1: My Type

"Tsukishima-san! I like you!"

I looked to my right, to the boy who was being confessed to. He turned back to the girl who was confessing to him.

"A-a-and I don't care if you have a girlfriend. I just need- need- t-t-to let my feelings out." She stuttered, like a car trying to grab on to some gas, sputtering to find her breath.

But my jaw dropped. Dumbfounded. What did she say about tsukishima having a girlfriend? Is she trying to kill me? I was about to reply when tsukishima placed his arm right in front of me, as if to block me. He gave me one freezing glare. What did I do wrong now? I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry," his reply came calmly. "I don't really know you."

The girl picked herself up quickly from the rejection, "I'm ya-"

"Don't" Tsukishima interrupted. He took one good look at the girl and stood up straight, "I don't need to know. It's fine." He turned around and walked ahead of me.

I bowed to the girl in front of, who looked like she was on the verge of tears and said "sorry." I followed tsukishima's steps.

"Wow. I've been promoted to girlfriend now?" I said sarcastically.

"Shut up, Kana."

I sighed. "But then again, how many girls have you rejected anyway?"

"Who cares." He shrugged, "at least there are girls after me." He looked down at me and added, "It's not like there's anyone you're rejecting lately. Boy or girl." He grimaced disgracefully.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't have time for that."

"What should you be busy doing anyway? It's not like you're even studying with how bad your grades are." He snickered.

And what can I retort to that when he was taking college prep classes. A quick topic change is the only thing that can save me right now. "And can you please tell them I'm not your girlfriend. It's not giving me a chance to have my own boy friend." I crossed my arms.

"Your problem. You solve it."

"You're as useless as usual."

"Useless? I guess, I'm not helping you with school work tonight then." He said a little louder.

Shit, I thought and then sighed. "Whatever. I don't get why I still deal with you."

"You're probably just really masochistic."

"Ugh" I glared at him, "Can you not even say that? It just sounds so wrong coming from you."

He shrugged. "Hmm. I don't get why you keep up with me."

"Family friends, remember?" I replied.

Or childhood friends, as what my mom would call it. Or neighbours, as what the rest of the neighbourhood would call it. But are we really friends if we hardly talked as children and if he bullied me crazily.

We used to be neighbours but when my father's work transferred him to Tokyo, when I was 8 years old, we all moved along. Nearing the end of middle school, my parents divorced and I joined my mom back here to Miyagi. Back to the same house I called home for 8 years. When I moved, I was hoping I'd never have to see the face of the guy who destroyed my childhood. But there he was - right when I opened the gate of my home, on the first day of high school. There he was. Standing outside his house. My neighbour for 8 years. My tormentor. My enemy. I'd never forget his face. The way he stood. Those glasses. The calm attitude. It was the same Tsukishima Kei.

Except the height.

He was tall. Too tall. Way too tall. My 158 cm couldn't beat that tower that he was.

There were days when we would go to school together. I think that's where the rumors about us began. Cousin. Half sister. Girlfriend. All that nonsense. Non truths. But I'll be honest. All those days I stayed in Tokyo, I never looked back at my life here in Miyagi. It's a great place. It honestly is. But being bullied by Tsukishima wasn't exactly fun. His brother was a different story though. Like a knight in shining armor compared to the dark scary monster that his little brother was. Looking at him now, he'll probably always be just this neighbour of mine.

"What are you looking at?" he glared at me, and then a sly girl slowly formed on his face, "Falling in love with me, too?

"Shut up, Tsukishima." I retorted, using his favourite line. "I'd never fall in love with you."

He let out a breath. "Wah. Thank goodness. I wouldn't have to deal with rejecting you then." He looked up, "And then I wouldn't try those sweets that your mom has been making."

And I honestly do believe that's the only reason he walks me home sometimes. Just so that he could suck up to my mom and eat those sweets she's been making. Sometimes, I bake cupcakes here and then and send it over to their house. I once told Tsukishima, I baked it and he said, "I wouldn't want to eat something you made. Probably tastes like grass." It hurt so bad but then I decided to try baking for him once more. Then I told him my mom made it and you know what? He ate it. He ate all of 3 cupcakes. Without a complaint. And he looked like the happiest kid in the world, until he realized I was staring and then he said, "Don't tell anyone about this."

I didn't tell anyone. But I knew how much of a lying bastard he was. And how mean he was. And how annoying he was. How condescending he was. How arrogant, egotistic, selfish brat he was.

There was no way I was going to fall for this guy. Ever.

Not even when he turned out to be a really good looking guy. And tall. With glasses. And athletic. And smart. He was almost my type.

"Huh? Who's your type?" I heard Tsukishima say, bringing me out of this moment of reminiscence. Making me realize I said the last line out loud.

"Who?" he asked again. It's like he wasn't going to stop.

"I won't stop asking." He said. Now, he can read minds.

"Who?" he stopped walking.

He looked at me in the eyes. I tried to look away. "No one." I whispered.

"Can't hear you. I'm sure you have to give me a name now. Or..." He leaned in lower, "I could tell your mom how you're failing in math, English and history."

Things were getting worse. And so, I made a mistake when I accidentally slipped out a name I didn't think of saying but only said it because he was the first person on my mind.

"Kageyama-kun."

And that's how my life spiralled down into a long depressing route of torture

A/N: Hey there hello, how long has it been since I've written fanfiction? This story was just supposed to be a one shot about two friends who turn out to be just friends. A slice of life as what tsukki would be like with friends (if he had friends other than yamaguchi. HAHA.)But I read too much shoujo manga and this is what happened. I hope to make this short but when it comes to me... things just get longer and longer... if ever I do end up finishing this. I just needed to release some literary tension that's been pent up inside me out of my system. Please send me reviews of all sorts. I really want also to learn more about how to improve my writing, my character and my way of writing Tsukishima. I tried to get the feel of his character by being sarcasting but I think he came out really sadistic. HAHA

Till the next time,

Lynx.