the world stopped for a second and i feel like time moves slower than before. his eyes gazed into mine as i feel our fingers touching each other. it made me lose my mind at the fact that one single touch can make me feel this way. he wasn't smiling, but he's also not in a blank state.

his eyes shined in amusement and awe. it was morning, but i still see stars in his eyes.

i opened my mouth to say something, but none would come out. it would just closed back and i'd end up stuttering words that even i, myself, don't know. then he stood up, his figure looming over my crouched one. the bell rang once again and i snapped out of my thoughts.

"stop being a statue there." he scoffed with a sarcastic smile on his face, "i thought you'll buy flowers? did you come here to become a display?" he teased me.

i huffed and stood up, after that i'm the only one who brought flowers. i didn't know why tsukishima gave me company, but i didn't mind also. he never said anything about coming with me, all i know is that we're already standing in front of my mother's grave with him standing behind my crouched figure.

"hey mom," i mumbled, "i brought you your favorite flowers."

i muttered more words and stories under my breath, letting her know everything that happened in my life. the wind will blew calmly and kissed my skin each time i finish a sentence, almost like mom giving a response to my story.

after being there for ten minutes, we finally walked away from her grave. i let out a sigh and tsukishima gave me a glance, taking off his headphones.

"i thought i'll be seeing a crybaby." he said with his teasing smirk plastered on his face.

a vein popped up on the side of my forehead and i glared at him, "shut up, t-s-u-k-k-i." i smirked back because i knew how much he dislikes that nickname.

i would always see his irritated face whenever yamaguchi will call him that. tsukishima's eye twitched and his eyebrows furrowed at the sound of that name rolling off my tongue.

"do you really want me to shut up?" he rose a brow with an irritated smile plastered on his face, "as far as i know, you're the one who likes talking to me." a fake bright and innocent aura surrounded him.

and his words struck me like a lightning, hitting my heart in that process, "f-fine then! keep your mouth shut for all i care." i huffed and walked away.

i heard him snickering behind me and that made me fasten my walking even more. whenever i would hear his footsteps coming closer, i would always walk faster than before.

"shorty, stop walking like a penguin." he teased with that fake innocent tone lingering in his voice, but i'm pretty sure that same annoying yet attractive smirk is plastered on his face.

i was startled when i felt his sleeves brushed past my skin. only then did i noticed that tsukishima already caught up to me. that same smugness on his face was the first thing i saw. my eyes averted back to his figure that was looming over me like a tower, i almost froze in shock.

"you damn lamppost." i mumbled, still with a depressed face on, realizing how much i look short when walking beside him.

"you're just short." he sneered at me and i glared at him even more.

"whatever, you're just tall." i complained and ran away while he watched my figure sprint away from him.

he scoffed at my actions, "if you think i'll be wasting my energy to catch you, then you're wrong."

"shut up, shittyshima!"

i never realized how the sky was already in the color of pitch black. the moon greeting us behind the clouds while the stars accompanied it with it's brightness. i took a deep breath and inhaled the cold air. as i exhaled, i saw a misty fog came out of my mouth.

"wow... it's really cold." i muttered under my breath.

"i don't have a jacket." tsukishima spoke beside me and a vein popped up on the side of my forehead once again.

"i'm not asking for your jacket, damn it." i groaned, but after releasing those words, i knew that i'll go crazy if he placed his jacket on me.

maybe it's better this way, i don't think i'm ready to die today.

as we both walked our way upstairs, there was a lot of people who went down and almost got in our way. i would be startled when someone bumped on me accidentally. tsukishima noticed this and gripped my wrist, pulling me on the other side of him.

"they can't see you, you're short." he sneered at me and i swear, i almost stepped on his shoes that time.

as we reached the train station, it wasn't packed like on weekdays. there was a few passengers waiting for the train to arrive. tsukishima never really asked to accompany me, he's just there walking beside me so i didn't bother to ask anymore. plus it would look like i'm complaining when i'm not.

"tsukishima," i called out after a moment of silence wrapped us, "i still don't know that boy's feelings towards me."

i fiddled with my fingers, unsure of his words lately. i'm not dense and there could be a chance that he might like me, but trusting that would be too much. i still don't know if tsukishima is the kind of person who play with his words. for all i know, he could be messing with my feelings.

but even so, my heart still beats crazily.

he shoved his hands inside his pocket, not glancing at me, "oh, really?" he spoke in an uninterested tone.

i hummed as a response and there was nothing, but silence. just the sounds of chattering and people's footsteps coming. i can hear the sound of the female voice in the system again.

and he took a step towards me, "you still don't know?" he spoke in a low tone, his face an inch closer to mine.

my eyes widened at his sudden actions and closeness. i gulped and shook my head, afraid to utter a word right now. then a smirk was plastered on his face as he stepped closer.

"(l/n)," he said, almost like luring me as his breath hit my face, "you like me, don't you?"

my eyes widened even more at his question. even though the way he said it never really sound like a question, it still made me malfunctioned. he pulled a satisfied face at my reaction and i saw how his eyes lighted up in amusement.

"t-tsuki—"

he scoffed, "what a shame. i thought the boy made his feelings clear already."

i was lost at words and glued to my spot. and i feel like my heart stopped the moment he pulled me by my waist, our body becoming closer to each other. my hands was placed on his chest to stop him as i glanced around to see the train station almost becoming empty. i was nervous, but also about to lose my mind.

"you still don't know?"

his hand supported my waist while the other one was gripping my wrist. then his face came closer once again and he stopped right when i could feel his breath brushing my skin face.

"how about now?"